I groan as he sucks the skin on the side of my throat, marking me – his claim. Then he kisses down farther, my collarbone, his hands everywhere but on my dick while he kisses down my heaving chest.
His eyes flick up just as his tongue circles my nipple, and fuck, I hold my breath and feel the solid slam inside my balls with how good it feels. He captures it with his teeth, and I pulse between my legs, my spine twisting and making me arch my chest into his mouth more as he sucks and licks and bites and scrapes his blunt nails down my side.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Grinning against my skin, he travels down until he’s sucking on my ribs, my hips, making me tense every single muscle as he grabs my cock with both hands and pumps while he stares at how much I’m leaking.
“You’re making a mess of my bed, Cole,” he says, his eyes on mine as he drags his tongue up the underside of my dick, dodging the sensitive area of my tip.
“If you don’t suck my dick right now, I’ll beat your ass.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “You seem to forget who is in control here.”
Blaise flips me over so damn easily, I barely register my new position as he palms at my ass cheeks and spreads them, and when something wet and warm touches my tight hole, I press my face into his pillow and moan.
“You love getting your ass eaten, don’t you?”
I don’t reply. I can’t. He’s sinking his tongue as far as he can, and I’m pushing back against his face, thrusting my cock against his sheets while he fucks me with his tongue. It feels too good. I’m gonna explode soon if he keeps going.
“Fuck,” I moan, since it seems to be the only word left in my vocabulary at the moment. I repeatedly mutter it into the pillow while Blaise spreads my cheeks more and slaps me hardenough to hurt, but I clench around his tongue, nearly finding my release before he stops altogether and turns me. He steps off the bed, panting, his cock almost breaking through as he tosses off his sweater and shirt, then gets entirely naked.
“In the drawer,” he says, nodding beside me. “Lube. Grab it.”
I do as he says, happy to see it’s unopened. He climbs on top of me again, his arms straight so he can watch me pump it a few times until the wet, cold liquid comes out.
Blaise coats his fingers with it, and I do the same, like we know what we both need. To be filled. To be fucked. To rub our cocks together. His mouth smashes on mine, thrusting into my cock as he reaches under me and presses his sticky fingers to my back hole. I do the same, spreading him with one hand while the other positions where he needs me.
We thrust together, our fingers and cocks, and Blaise swears against my mouth and kisses me harder. All that can be heard in his bedroom is our moans, the wet, slippery sounds of our fingers, and the way Blaise pants and rubs his cock into mine faster.
His precum is everywhere, and so is mine. Mixed together. My balls ache for release as his fingers go deeper, but I want more. I need more.
“Do it,” I demand.
Blaise freezes. “What?”
“I want you to fuck me, Blaise. Do it. Just fucking do it.”
Hesitantly, he slips his fingers out of my ass and straightens his arms to look down at me. “You’re sure?”
Nodding desperately, I move my cock against his, my fingers slipping away and grabbing at his hips. I chase his mouth and kiss him. “Do it.”
Blaise pulses against me as he searches my face, then he pulls away enough to flip me over. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. Don’t you fucking dare let me do this if it’s hurting you.”
He’s saying all these words while he squirts more lube, and I whimper as some drops onto my back. Everything is sensitive, and I think I might die if he doesn’t hurry up.
Lying down on top of me, he settles his cock between my ass cheeks as his hand slides up my side, under my chest, and snatches at my throat. He yanks my head up, tilting me enough to kiss me, his tongue playing with mine. It’s a soft and slow kiss, distracting me as he thrusts faintly against my ass.
His hips pull right back, and he positions himself so the tip is nudging at my tight hole. It throbs, my dick throbs, my balls throbs, my fucking heart throbs as he kisses me deeply and eases in. The tightness and burn have me choking, but he keeps kissing me with each inch.
“Relax,” he orders as he slides another inch inside, gradually thrusting, more like pulsing his hips to get me used to it. It’s different. A little sore, but fuck, it’s good. I absently rock my hips with him, forcing him deeper. He gasps and pauses, groaning as I move against him and he stays still.
“Fuck me,” I grit through my teeth. “Fucking fuck me like you hate me.”
His jaw tenses, and he opens his eyes. The green is gone, overtaken by the darkness. I choke on air as he pulls back so just the head is in and slams deep. His eyelids fall closed again, and he groans as he does it over and over.
He arches me up by the throat, dives into the sensitive skin under my ear, and bites and sucks as he fucks into my ass.
His fingers wrap around my cock, stroking me while his thrusts get harder, faster, more fucking erratic as I struggle for breath from how good it feels.
