Page 177 of Haunted
This is wrong.
It’s dirty.
And yet buried deep was the desire to know how it felt, why guys indulged in it… The desire to do something so taboo was winning out over all other considerations too.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Yes.
No.
Fuck, I don’t know.
Then Sol removed his thumb and caressed Butch’s hip. “We don’t have to. It reallyisyour choice.”
“You’d be okay if I said no?”
“Of course.” Sol’s hand was gentle on his back. “I might call the shots, but not when it comes to something like this. You know your own limits—and I’ll honor them.”
A mixture of relief and elation barreled through him, and he went with his gut.
“Do it,” he said with a groan.
Sol kissed and stroked his ass cheeks, and Butch loved the intimacy of it, the slow teasing, the way his heart raced as Sol spread him with both hands—
And the electricity surging through him when a warm tongue met his asshole.
Fuck.
It was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
It was warm.
It was electric.
It made his eyes pop out with the shock of howutterly amazingit felt, and damn it, he wanted tosee.
Butch twisted his upper body to get a good look.Fuck.It was as if the act lit him up, making him notice every sensation: the sight of Sol licking a path over his hole while his thumb rubbed Butch’s taint; the feel of his beard brushing against Butch’s ass cheeks; his tongue flicking, switching between hard and soft, making out with his hole; the way Sol divided his attention between Butch’s pucker and the delicate, sensitive skin around it, drawing with his tongue; and theHoly Fuckfeeling when Sol went from barely pushing his tongue in, almost tickling it, to thrusting it as deep as it could go, sending waves of exquisite pleasure pulsing through him, his hole twitching beneath Sol’s hungry mouth.
Sol’s moans mingled with his own, and Butch buried his face in the pillow and let go, groaning into it. The sounds that poured out of him seemed to act as an invitation to keep going, and Sol worked his tongue deeper, tugging on Butch’s stiff cock.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Sol murmured, pausing to blow cool air on his hole, followed by a gush of warm air that opened him up, made his skin tingle—
Made him wantmore.
Butch hugged the pillow against him, unable to rein in his moans when Sol pressed the pad of his thumb into him. “Aw fuck, yeah.” Sol traced a line with his tongue over his balls, pausing to suck them into his mouth, one at a time before carpeting his cheeks with tiny, intimate kisses. Then it was back to making love to his hole, one hand on his dick, the other on his ass, squeezing, kneading, and all the while Sol couldn’t stay quiet.
Butch dug his fingers into the pillow as Sol spread him with both hands, fucking him with his tongue, Butch unable to stay still. Then Sol blew a stream of cool air onto his hole, and Butch knew what he wanted.
“Sol… Put your fingers in me,” he pleaded, his heartbeat racing.
“You sure?”
Butch raised his head enough to gaze at Sol over his shoulder. “Sol… please.”
Sol inclined his head toward the nightstand. “Toss me the lube.”
Butch grabbed the bottle and threw it to him, then spread his legs wide, his arms once again enveloping the pillow, his breathing labored as he waited.
