“But that’s not what you want tonight.” He pulled back, changed direction, and headed for Rowan’s dick.
“Hands and knees,” Rowan gasped. “Wanna… wanna feel you in my throat—fuck!”
Jordy stroked once, twice, swiped his thumb over the head—a reward for good behavior.
“And before that?”
“Before?”
“How do you like being opened up? Can I do it? Do you want my fingers?” Rowan shuddered and grabbed Jordy’s head to pull him in for a kiss. Jordy let him, opened up for Rowan’s tongue and let himself be kissed, hungry and deep.
“Or,” he said, “maybe you’ll let me use my tongue first.”
“Use whatever body part you want, just get me wet andfuck me.”
Jordy grinned. “As you wish.”
He flipped Rowan over and dived down.
Rowan howled when Jordy made contact and spread his legs in invitation. Jordy gripped Rowan’s asscheeks and held them open so he could press his tongue in.
Rowan sobbed into the pillows and pushed back, impaling himself on Jordy’s tongue—or trying. Jordy pressed him into the mattress, keeping his mouth attached where he wanted it. The wet noises he made sounded obscene, but they barely registered over Rowan’s continued refrain. “Oh fuck, please, fuck me, Jordy,fuck!”
Jordy would fuck him as soon as he was ready. Right now Rowan was getting him hot just talking about it. He made a rough negative sound against Rowan’s ass and slid his thumbs inward to tease the edges of his hole.
“Oh fuck, never mind,” Rowan hiccupped into the pillow. “Keep—keep doing that, just—”
Jordy should have bought more expensive lube. This one tasted like plastic. But he didn’t care when Rowan was spread out in front of him, body hitching back and forth automatically, with Jordy’s thumbs hooked into either side of his hole to make room for his tongue.
This was supposed to be foreplay. The way Rowan was moaning and sobbing, Jordy didn’t know if he’d ever let him stop. If Jordy would everwantto. He pressed in deep, curling his tongue, then pulled back to flick over the edges of the muscle, teasing. Traced the rim lightly with just the tip, stretching him wider with his thumbs.
Still notwetenough, Jordy thought. He wanted Rowan sloppy and dripping so that when Jordy finished his task he could slide right in. But hewasn’tfinished.
He wasn’t thinking when he pulled back and spat on Rowan’s open hole.
Rowan’s elbows collapsed and his shoulders pressed flat to the bed. “Oh fuck,” he gasped, chest heaving against the mattress. “Oh fuck, Jordy, please.”
Jordy hummed an affirmative against his rim and flicked his tongue over the open, waiting hole.
Beneath his hands, Rowan started to tremble. His breath quickened. “If you don’t—uh, Jordy if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
Suddenly Jordy was the one shuddering. Rowan would come from this? From Jordy’s tongue on him, inside him, nothing on his dick?
Jordy pulled one hand away from Rowan’s ass to wrap around his own cock and squeezed the base. “Can I still fuck you after?”
A tiny, ruined sound escaped Rowan’s lungs. “Yeah, God—”
Jordy put his mouth back on Rowan’s hole. He was ravenous for it—for every stifled cry of pleasure and tremor ofRowan’s thighs, for the way his toes curled into the sheets. He pulled Rowan open wide and devoured him, filling the room with slick wet sounds and breathless pleas until every line of Rowan’s body went taut.
“Jordy, Jordy—fuck—”
Anything else was lost in the sob that escaped him as his hole spasmed under Jordy’s lips, trying to close around his fingers. Jordy didn’t let it, fucking his thumbs in and out along with his tongue as Rowan’s cock spilled between his legs, untouched, making a puddle on the sheets.
Jordy had never been so turned on in his life.
“Rowan, I have to—can I—”
“Yes.”
