It felt so strange. Not exactly bad, but a little slimy and wet where I wasn't used to it. I squirmed.
“Ryan, stop ignoring me.”
He lifted his head, looking like a kid who was being denied his cookie after being a very good boy.
“Please, just let me taste you,” he practically begged.
I stared at his face for a moment, but in the end, I wasn't able to deny him when he looked so sad. If he liked eating out guys’ buttholes, who was I to stop him?
“Okay, just for a minute,” I warned.
He dropped back down eagerly, pressing his lips against the tight ring of muscles there with a hungry little moan that went straight through me and then he basicallymade outwith my hole.
I took a shaky breath, trying to remain still while he kissed me and licked me and fucking pushed his tongueinsidebut it was impossible and it was... sexy? If only because of how much Ryan seemed to like it. He passionately kissed me down there, moaning like it was even better than my lips. Like it was as good for him as using his cock would be.
Okay, scratch that, it wasn't just because of how much Ryan liked it. It was starting to feel more than weird and wet. It was starting to feelgood.
And the longer I lay there, letting him go to fucking town, the better that feeling got.
Before long, I was gasping and writhing, chasing something that I didn't even understand. All I knew was that I wantedmore.
“Oh,fuck,” I gasped and Ryan moaned eagerly, thrusting his tongue inside again and then, at the strangled noise I made, he did it again and justkept fucking doing itand I was grinding down, seeking more, legs falling open, doinganythingto get that tongue in deeper, to feel it spreading me open.
With a ragged, uncontrollable groan, I reached down desperately, barely even getting my hand wrapped around mycock before I was coming harder than I ever remembered, shouting like a fucking animal getting stabbed as Ryan stuck his tongue in deep, moving it around while I ejaculated, coating myself in thick streams.
My entire body was shaking hard, shivers and spasms running through it and then his arms came around me, holding me tightly until I could open my eyes again.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what the hell did you do to me?” I gasped because I still couldn't breathe.
Ryan smiled against my neck.
“Did you like it?” he asked.
“Did Ilikeit?” I repeated, still shell shocked, “I think I blacked out.”
He chuckled breathily, biting my chin gently. It probably should have been a turn off after he’d just been down there, but somehow, everything he did just felt natural.
“You're so fucking sexy,” he groaned, pressing his hard length against my hip and moaning. “Going to fuck you now.”
His hand slipped down as he said it, fingers delving into the area he had just been exploring in such depth and I wasn't as worried about letting him go there now. Instead, I was just curious as he gently rubbed my hole until it was contracting and flexing without any input from me.
When he pushed a finger inside, there was no resistance. It was thinner than his tongue, but he pressed in deeper. He seemed to simply be feeling me from the inside. His eyes were squeezed closed, his lips pursed as he added another finger.
I'd just let out a huge load, it was still splattered all over me, but even so, it felt unfairly good. When he started to move them gently inside me, my eyes fluttered shut. Another minute of it and my cock was getting hard.
I'd never had sex like this, where you couldn't stop and you wanted more and more and more.
Ryan was addicting but better than any drugs. Things I'd tested in college had been easy to say no to or quit. Ryan, not so much.
There could literally be a fire downstairs and I would wait until he had taken his fill before even considering getting out of bed and finding the extinguisher.
Ryan's cock was rubbing against my hip in the same rhythm as his thrusting fingers. He whispered my name again and again.
At the third, “Mm, Kamran,” I pushed him away.
He flopped onto his back, pulling out of me, both hands reaching for his cock instead. His head fell back as he started to stroke himself.
“Stop,” I said, even though the view was mesmerising.
