He growls as my eyes meet his with his fingers deep in my throat.
“Such a sweet mouth,” he murmurs. Removing his fingers, he leans on the bed and takes my mouth. Cinnamon and frosting dance on our tongues as we explore each other.
Pulling back, he sits up again and takes my dick in his hand, sliding the now centerless cinnamon roll onto my dick. It’s still warm and sticky as it slides down my shaft.
Nick leans forward and sucks on my tip, groaning deep in his chest so it rumbles around me.
“Fuck.” The word is breathy and quiet, but he hears it and looks up at me.
He moves around to get settled and bobs on my head while moving the pastry up and down my dick at the same time. It’s not a tight pressure, but the strangeness of it is hot. I never would have thought to try this, but he’s obviously into it, and that turns me on. The sweet mixture in the cinnamon roll makes my skin sticky, but Nick licks it off like he’s catching melting ice cream on a cone.
I’ll never be able to look at a pastry or ice cream again without blushing.
Nick unrolls part of the treat and wraps it around my balls, then sucks on them between nibbling the sweet bread.
Holy fuck.
My cock throbs at the gentle brush of lips and the light graze of teeth.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Nick pants against my balls. He reaches for the lube we have stashed between the bed and the wall and pops the cap. Once his fingers are slicked up, he presses them against my hole and goes back to nibbling the dessert around my base.
My body tightens, and he smirks that knowing fucking smile that tells me he knows exactly how good it feels.
“Think you can come from just my fingers in your ass?”
I have no fucking idea, but I’m willing to let him do anything he fucking wants to me right now.
“Or should you fuck this pastry while I fuck you?” Nick curls his fingers, searching for my prostate, and I brace for it. It’s such an intense pleasure. It’s almost too much, but if I relax into it, it’s so fucking good. “I do love when the devil comes disguised as sweets.”
My back arches, and I let out a pathetic whimper when he finds it.
“There it is,” he says, and I don’t have to look at his face to know he’s grinning. The fucker loves watching my face when he’s toying with me.
“What do you want, dirty boy? Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you up? Or should I drag it out until you’re desperate?”
“Uh. Hng. Hu.” I can’t form words. I can barely make sounds, and he wants to have a fucking chat?
“Drag it out, it is.”
With his fingers slowly dragging over my prostate, his hand stroking my sticky dick, and his mouth on my balls, I’m not going to last long. I’m overstimulated and drowning in sensations.
I slam my eyes shut to focus on my breathing, but it’s useless. All it does is let the thoughts in. Is he going to let me come if I get there, or will he back off at the last second?
The what-ifs start circling my brain, and I can’t stop them. Fuck. The anxiety starts swirling, and I can feel my hard-on deflating. Clenching my fists, I try to only think about the sensations, but I can’t block out the nagging voice telling me I’m going to disappoint him.
“Joey,” my name is a command, and my eyes pop open, meeting Nick’s hard gaze. “Eyes on me.”
My breathing slows a little, and the noise in my head quiets as I watch him touch me. His mouth wraps around my dick, sucking and bobbing until I’m hard again, and my hips jerk off the bed.
“Come in my mouth, give it to me.” His fingers stroke me inside while his mouth and other hand work together to fuck me—and I’m done. The hot, wet suction of his mouth while he plays with my hole is too much. I fill his mouth only a few pumps later, my hips thrusting my dick deep into his throat, but he takes it and keeps going. He sucks my soul from my cock, leaving me panting and weak.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, dropping my arm over my eyes.
Nick chuckles and slides up my body. “I’m going to fuck you, Joey, while you’re weak and your cum is on my tongue.”
He kisses me hard for a minute, and the click of the lube bottle sounds just before his slick tip presses against me.
“Yes,” I moan against his lips. “Use me.”
