“I’m so hard for you,” I whisper.
Ethan’s breathing shallows as he squeezes my cock through the course material. “I want to feel you more.”
My forehead rests against his and I whisper a harsh fuck against his mouth before climbing off the couch. He follows me andwe remove the rest of our clothes. Our chests are heaving with jagged breaths as our gazes drop to each other's hard cocks.
“Can I try something?” I ask.
Ethan’s eyebrows furrow but he nods. Stepping closer to him, I grab his dick, stroking down his length. I wrap my hand around myself before moving to squeeze both our dicks together. I use both hands to press them together, thrusting my hips to rub my cock along the length of his.
“Jesus,” Ethan hisses out. His eyes widen, watching where I’m working both of us. “That feels so good.”
A sensual laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Yeah.”
It does. The hot, soft but hard flesh of his cock against mine is arousing, almost a forbidden feeling. Ethan jerks in my hold, his pre-cum leaking onto my palm.
“You like it?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” he breathes out.
His hands rub up my chest and grip the back of my neck, pulling my face back to him. Our kiss is rough, his tongue invading my mouth as I struggle to keep a pace pumping our cocks. I never thought I’d know the feel and taste of Ethan’s lips, and now I don’t know if it will ever be enough. And it doesn’t seem like it will be enough for him either.
He pulls back, his panting breaths fanning over my face. “I’m gonna come.”
I pause, licking my lips. “Wait, I want to do something else.”
My hands drop, both hard cocks swinging down as he groans, resting his forehead on my shoulders.
“Trent…”
I tilt my head, rubbing my nose along his face. “You’ll like it, I promise.”
Tugging on his arm, he lets me lead him to my bedroom. I frame his face, kissing him deeply for a few seconds before pushing him toward the mattress. I follow him down, pulling him to the edge of the bed as I move to the floor.
He lies on his back, his hands covering his face as I kneel between his legs and place my tongue in his ass. I stroke up his cock, teasing his tip as I lap at his tight hole. Ethan’s balls draw up, and he gets a little harder in my hand. So I stand, licking up a path before spitting on my fingers and pressing them against his asshole. He sucks in a quick breath as I tease sticking them in him.
“You want it?” I ask.
He groans, throwing his hands to the side to look at me. “Yeah. Yeah I want it.”
I push in, watching his face as I sink two fingers past the tight ring of muscle into the heat of his ass. His hard cock jerks in my hand and I stroke him once before I start pumping my fingers, scissoring them to warm him up a bit.
Ethan moans. “Jesus, fuck.”
“Feel good?” I tease.
“Yeah, yeah. I can take it, fuck me,” he says in a rushed plea.
I pause, staring down at him curiously. “You want me to fuck you?”
He blinks, confused. “I thought—is that not?”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say. I usually prefer to be the one being fucked, but I’d do this for him. It’d be no hassle on my part, the thought of fucking Ethan has my cock leaking.
Grabbing the lube from my nightstand, I don’t even watch how much I pour on my hand because I’m afraid he’s going to stop at any time. I throw the bottle at my feet and reposition between his legs and push my fingers back into his ass.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” I tell him, barely able to breathe with how high-strung my nerves are pulling on me. I want to make him feel good, I want him to wantmorethan just a one time thing.
Ethan grunts, his eyes squeezing shut as I pump my fingers in his ass and grab his soft cock with my other hand. I stroke him harder until he’s groaning, his hips rocking toward my hand. I turn my fingers, finding the spot that could be the greatest pleasure or extremely overwhelming. The slick sound of his ass swallowing my fingers makes my stomach flex, my dick begging to slide inside.
