Then I dive back in, tongue curling around his in a quick sweep before trailing lower, finding his neck, his collarbone, while his fingers twist tighter in my hair.
I scoot backward, lift off him, and give him a light nudge.
“On all fours, babe,” I say, voice low and hoarse. “I promised you something months ago…”
His cheeks flush instantly, he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “Jacie…”
I raise an eyebrow and a single finger, making a slow twirling motion in the air. The corner of my mouth pulls up into a knowing smirk.
I watch him swallow, then nod, the tiniest movement, before flipping over and lifting that damn perfect ass in the air.
Holy fuck.
He really is a work of art, carved and sculpted like a wet dream. Every muscle pulled tight, every line drawn with purpose. My groan is guttural, involuntary, as I let my hands glide up from those flawless, muscular thighs to cup his ass, sinking my fingers in deep.
“Oh, shit,” Ty murmurs, head dropping between his arms as he pushes his ass back into my hands. “Shit, Jacie. This is really…”
“Perfect,” I whisper, reverent. “It’s fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
The lube’s already on the bed, of course it is, and I grab it, pour a generous amount onto my fingers. I slick it over his dick first, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke, tugging gently at his drawn-up balls, then slide lower, between his cheeks, pressing the tip of my thumb in as I go.
“Jesus, Jacie,” he gasps, voice strained and cracking. “This is—fuck, this is filthy.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, leaning in. “It’s amazing.”
And then I duck.
I start by pressing a kiss to each cheek, slow and purposeful, before letting my tongue slide between them, licking a long, deep stripe that makes him shudder on a ragged gasp.
His whole body jolts forward and he moans, loud and wrecked, his knuckles white where they grip the sheets.
Holy shit. I’ve never done this before. It’s new, and I fucking love that he’s the one I’m sharing it with. I let my tongue flick over his hole, teasing it, sliding around it, and I can’t help but groan deep in my throat. Jesus, this is fucking hot, the way his body responds, the way his breath hitches, it’s addictive.
I love the little gasps he makes, love how his toes curl hard when I dip the tip of my tongue inside.
“Christ, Jace! Why is this sosensitive?”
My answer is a low, wet moan as I really start to dive in, licking, sucking a little, rimming him like I’ve been born to do this.
One hand kneads his ass, loving the way it gives beneath my fingers, while the other snakes between his knees, fingers curling tight around the straining erection I find there.
When I begin to tug in rhythm with my licks, Ty pushes back, desperate for more.
“Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit.”
I swear his whole body trembles under me, and I’m damn sure I could make him come like this. But fuck, I want to be inside him. Rightnow.
So I switch my mouth with my fingers, sliding in deep, pressing hard on his prostate, riling him up, making him loose and wet and ready.
When he swallows three fingers like it’s nothing, I pull back, line myself up, and a loud groan rips out of me as I push in, slow, deliberate, every inchburning.
Tyler mutters something incoherent when I start my first thrust, voice already wrecked, body so pliant it nearly undoes me.
And oh fuck, how I love him like this. Relaxed. Totally out of his mind. Completely given over to all the feelings I pour into him with every roll of my hips.
I thrust and thrust and thrust, sweat sliding down my temples, spine damp and slick with it. I move one hand up, palm splaying across his shoulder, anchoring me there like he’s the only solid thing in this world.
“Fuck, Jacie, harder,please.”
