“Ohhh my God,” I hiss. “Yes, yes, yes…”
My cock disappears inside his hot, wet mouth, his tongue swirling along the sensitive underside while he sucks. I sink into a delirious haze of pleasure, my hips bucking forward as I chase my orgasm.
I wish I could touch him.
His mouth leaves my cock with a wet pop. “You gonna let me play with your hole?” he purrs.
“God, yes. I want to try that.”
He smirks. “So eager.”
“Put your finger inside me.”
My cry is a mixture of shock and pleasure when his hand smacks my cock.
“Don’t be a mouthy brat,” he warns me. “Unless you’re telling me to stop or slow down, you’re not the one in charge here.”
Fuuuuck.
“Stop talking like that, or I’m going to come,” I murmur.
His eyes light up with surprise before his lips curl into a pleased little grin. Then his hands are on his belt, slowly tugging them open. When his thick, girthy erection is freed, I stare at the engorged veins and the precum oozing from the tip. He’s about the same length as me, butthicker.
Shit. Are we about to have sex? I’m not sure I’m ready to put that thing inside me.
Whatever he sees on my face makes his eyes soften. “Relax. We’re not doing that.”
“Oh.” I am both relieved and disappointed.
His expression turns molten again as his hand slides down his length, his eyelids fluttering as he grips himself around the base. “I don’t have any lube, so we’ll have to improvise.”
I scrunch my nose up, and his responding chuckle is dark. “What?” I ask.
When his big fingers swipe up the precum oozing from his tip, his meaning becomes clear and my entire body turns into an inferno. I whine, eagerly widening my legs in invitation. Why is the idea of Alek using his own precum as lube, and having part of him inside me, so hot?
I grunt at the first brush of his slick fingers in the crease between my ass cheeks, his finger gently circling around my hole.
“Relax,” he soothes me. “Don’t think, just feel.”
Closing my eyes, I focus on the odd sensation. It feels dirty and wrong, like some forbidden activity that doesn’t belong in the daylight. And it’s…. strangely pleasurable.
Not wrong or dirty.
Right.
“There you go,” he murmurs.
I become lost to the pleasure, the area around my hole surprisingly sensitive. His hot mouth envelopes my cock again, his hand gripping the base while he sucks and licks. He groans around it, and I release little mewling noises as his persistent fingers continue rubbing and circling. I relax into the strange, new touch, my muscles turning to jelly with each aching throb of my balls. I’m making sounds I don’t even know the meaning of.
“Uggh.”
The tip of Alek’s finger finally slips inside, and my eyes fly open as I cry out his name. He glides his finger into the knuckle, the stretch both a slight burn and not enough. His finger pumps in and out of me while my hips continue to rock. I release a noise of protest when his mouth slides off my cock.
“Think you can take another one?” Alek asks, his voice husky and his pupils blown with lust.
I nod frantically. “Please.”
He smirks. “So, you do have manners.”
