He scrambled to comply, kicking off his pants and boxers while I unbuckled my belt. By the time I had my jeans off, he was naked on the bed, propped up on his elbows, watching me with dark eyes.
"Turn over."
He turned onto his stomach without hesitation, and I stood there for a moment just looking at the freckles on his shoulders, the curve of his spine, the roundness of his ass.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs, running my hands up his back. He shivered under my touch.
"All the things I wanted to do to you," I said. I dragged my nails down his spine, light enough to tease, and he arched into it. "All the ways I wanted to take you apart."
"So do it." His voice was muffled against the pillow. "I'm right here."
I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, then bit down on the muscle where his shoulder met his throat. He groanedand ground his hips into the mattress, trying to get friction, and I pressed my weight down to pin him flat.
"Stay still."
He went still.
I kissed my way down his spine, taking my time. His skin was hot and flushed. By the time I reached the small of his back, he was trembling.
"Joel," he breathed. "Please."
"Please what?" I pressed my thumbs into the dimples above his ass and he made a broken sound.
"Your mouth." He turned his head, looking at me over his shoulder. "I want your mouth on me."
"Where?"
He squeezed his eyes shut. "You know where."
"Say it."
"I want you to eat me out." The words came out rough, almost a whisper. "Please. I've been thinking about it for so long, I need—"
I grabbed his hips and pulled them up, forcing his weight onto his knees. He scrambled to brace himself on his forearms, ass in the air, and I spread him open with both hands.
I leaned in close enough that my breath ghosted across his pink hole. Then I licked a stripe from his balls to his tailbone, slow and wet, and he keened. His whole body jerked like I'd run a current through him, and I gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and did it again.
He tasted like soap and skin and something underneath that was just him, and I pressed my tongue flat against his hole and just held it there, letting him feel the heat and the pressure. He was making sounds I'd never heard from him before, desperate and raw, his hips trying to push back against my face.
"More," he gasped. "Please, I need more—"
I gave him more. I licked into him, working the tight ring of muscle until it started to give under my tongue. He was so responsive, every flick making him shake, every press making him moan. I fucked him with my tongue and he fell apart under me, his thighs trembling so hard I had to hold him up.
"Oh god," he breathed. "Oh fuck, that's—right there, right there—"
I sealed my mouth over his hole and sucked, and he shouted into the pillow. His hands were fisting in the sheets, his back arching, his cock hanging heavy and untouched between his legs. He was so hard it looked painful.
I slid a finger into him alongside my tongue. He was wet from my spit, loose enough to take it easily, and I crooked it forward, searching for that spot inside him. I knew the moment I found it because his whole body seized up and he made a sound that went straight to my cock.
"Fuck," he choked. "Fuck, Joel, I'm gonna—"
I pulled back.
"No." His voice cracked on the word. "No, please, don't stop. I was so close—"
"You'll come when I tell you to."
I slid two fingers into him and started fucking him slow, stretching him open, deliberately avoiding his prostate. He was grinding back against my hand, trying to change the angle, and I used my other hand to pin his hips down.