Then Carter pulled him open, thumbs on the sensitive skin that covered the seat of his ass. Jeff dropped his head to the arm of the couch when a single dry digit teased briefly over his hole. His breath came in uneven pants and he was already spasming reflexively when Carter let out a low sound and leaned forward.
The rasp of sharp stubble on Jeff’s sensitive skin came just before another soft puff of air, this one directly over his hole. Finally he felt the damp, soft press of Carter’s lips, and then the slick heat of his tongue.
“Oh God,” Jeff whispered into the couch.
Carter didn’t react except to lick again, soft and wet, moving his mouth gently over Jeff’s opening. His beard burned the insides of Jeff’s asscheeks, a counterpoint to the sweetness of his tongue.
Jeff’s bones melted like butter in a hot pan. His mouth dropped open and inhuman sounds came out of it—formless vowels and breathless stutters and whimpered pleas that never made it all the way into words. Carter didn’t push in yet, even though Jeff was sure he could’ve. He was just getting Jeffwet, making him soft so he could—so he could—
“Uhh,” Jeff said quietly when Carter moved his mouth up just a bit to kiss the top of Jeff’s cleft and the very edge of his rim while he smeared his thumb through the slick spit over Jeff’s opening. He moved it in a tight circle, barely pressing. “Uh,” Jeff repeated as he tried to spread his legs further.
Carter chuckled against his hole, causing another involuntary spasm, and then took mercy and hooked both thumbs just inside the ring of muscle. His hands were huge, but Jeff could not have been more ready for the stretch. He gave over to it and let Carter hold him open for his mouth.
But Carter didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He moaned against Jeff’s asshole like this was the hottest thing he could imagine, then stabbed his tongue in short, shallow fucks into him, wet and filthy. The prickly hair around his mouth was setting Jeff’s hole on fire.
“Carter,” he gasped, already trembling.
“Mm,” was Carter’s reply, low and satisfied and utterly devastating. He pushed his tongue deeper, leaving Jeff clawing at the couch, eyes open but unseeing. In and out he worked it, until Jeff was so sensitive he thought he’d scream.
Then he pulled back, shifted again, and hooked a thumb in deep. He tugged gently at first and then, when Jeff said, “Fuck yes,more,” he pushed deep and pulled Jeff open wide.
“Jesus,” Carter muttered roughly. He spat on Jeff’s hole, which was devastating, and then rubbed it around with the other thumb to make sure everything stayed slick. “Are you always like this?”
“Uh,” Jeff said, half stalling for time, half because Carter had just pulled his thumb out and replaced it with a long finger. He swallowed and searched for words. “Kinda, yeah.”
“That’s so hot.”
Jeff was going to say something about that—Carterwas the one who was systematically destroying Jeff’s brain cells—but then Carter curled his finger unerringly across Jeff’s prostate. Jeff cried out and bucked against him, demanding more.
“Found it,” Carter said with a smirk Jeff could hear.
Jeff wanted to reply, but Carter put his mouth back on Jeff’s hole and swallowed any comment he could have made.
It didn’t take long for his orgasm to build. Carter had a talented mouth, and he kept teasing Jeff with his tongue, lapping around the edges of his hole as he fucked him with two thick fingers, with spine-tingling accuracy. And in truth, Jeff had always been easy for it. He was blessed that way.
Carter rubbed his scruff over Jeff’s left cheek, then ran his tongue up the same spot. “Close?” he asked.
Jeff would have nodded, but it was taking all his voluntary muscle control not to collapse against the arm of the couch. “Uhhh-huh,” he managed as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Good,” Carter murmured. He scissored his fingers, stretching Jeff open, and then licked between them, flicking his tongue over Jeff’s hole.
“Oh fuck,” Jeff panted. His knees and shoulders shook. “That’s—fuck, uh, uh, uh—”
Finally Carter thrust in a third finger, rubbing all three hard over Jeff’s prostate gland, still mouthing around the abused muscle, and Jeff lost it. He shook through his orgasm, gasping, clenching down on Carter’s fingers. Then he collapsed against the arm of the couch, wrecked and ready for more.
Just as soon as he could get his knees under him.
Carter kept licking and thrusting until Jeff was sensitive enough to try shivering away, and then he pulled back. Jeff heard him wipe a hand down his stubble.
“Jeff, oh my God. Turn around?”
With a little help from Carter manhandling him, he did, letting his legs fall open to Carter’s gaze. Carter licked his red, swollen lips and raked his gaze down Jeff’s blotchy red chest to his cock, which was glistening with precome and still obviously hard.
“May I…?”
Jeff nodded, dazed, and they both watched as Carter ran his fingers through the fluid coating Jeff’s dick. Jeff fought not to squirm or buck, but God. He still wanted so much.
After two long, torturous strokes, Carter rasped, “How long until you can come again?”
