“You can’t know that already.”
“I know a cock-hungry hole when I see one.” I spread his thighs wider with my knees and lift his legs off the bed, folding him up like a damn pretzel. He lets out a sharp breath, his hole twitching as I pull his cheeks apart. Lube lands between his cheeks and I rub it in with my fingers. He groans and rocks his hips.
I press a finger in slowly, breaking past his tight ring of muscles, and his tight channel squeezes around me, sucking me in when I get him more wet.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his breaths ragged.
He makes a face of discomfort, his eyes squeezing shut, and his thighs shake as I slip in deeper. I dive in and out a few times before pulling all the way free to slam back in with two fingers.
He makes all kinds of sexy noises as I twist them inside him, brushing the tips of my nails to the place that has him lighting up like a firecracker, skirting around it until he chases my hand in desperation. He ruts against me, getting tired of being deprived, and he claws the sheets, his scrunched-up face relaxing as his opening eyes fill with bliss.
“Oh, yes. Oh . . .”
“You like getting off on me, beautiful? Look how greedy you are for it.” His movements grow off-kilter as I slam my hand forward, plunging in and out. He goes rigid, crying and laughing at the same time. His balls draw up tight, and I press my body against his legs, freeing my other hand to jerk my cock as I watch my fingers move inside him.
His hole is so abused looking, gaping open at my intrusion as we make the filthiest sounds together. My pants match his, and as he’s thrashing around, one of his hands grabs at his hair as his eyes roll back in his head. My cock pulses in my hand and his hole grips my fingers tighter. I imagine it’s what’s pulling on my cock and I come on a groan.
My orgasm wets his cock and he’s letting go right behind me, his lips lifting in a lazy smile.
“Fuck, that was hot.” His hands press to his face and he arches his body, and I lower him to the bed, licking up the mess we made together, the taste of both of us exploding on my tongue.
“No wait . . . that’s hot. Oh my fuck. I can’t believe you just did that. Why do I like that so much?”
I laugh, lapping at his stomach and belly button. “Because it’s . . . what did you call it? Hot.”
His head rocks from side to side. “You’re ridiculous.”
“It’s what you said, isn’t it?” I tease and roll my finger over his cock head, suckling at the tip.
“Mmm . . . that feels too good. Like it’s too much.”
“You’re sensitive there after coming twice in a row.”
“I’m sensitive everywhere.” He stretches out his limbs, his lips parting as he sucks in a sharp intake of air before slowly exhaling.
“Are you?” I purse my lips, reaching between his legs and rubbing over his swollen bud, and he jolts.
“Stop that.”
“You won’t be saying that later.”
“Later,” he repeats the last word I said and then his eyes widen. “Shit, what time is it?”
“I don’t know but the sun is starting to go down.”
“Shit, shit.” He sits up, searching around the room. “I think half my clothes are downstairs.”
“I’ll let you borrow some of mine until I can get yours back to you clean and dry.”
He lets out a relieved breath. “Yeah, okay. We should head back soon.”
“Want to shower first?”
He ponders the question for a few beats. “I think I should wait until I’m back at the studio. I can take a quick one in my dressing room.”
“Is that an invite?” I say jokingly and his face pales.
“I . . . I wasn’t—”