NautiCal (Forever Wilde 8)

He pushed up my shirt and leaned in to drop an openmouthed kiss along my happy trail. I gasped and pressed my hips up, but Worth’s arm came down across my hips to keep me still.

“No moving.” His voice was gruff, and it made me a little giddy.

“Oh god,” I breathed as his chin brushed the tip of my cock through the cotton. “Oh god, please. Please.”

“Shhh. Patience. There’s no rush.”

Part of me wanted to ask him why he was suddenly open to having sex with me. Surely, it wasn’t the diving accident, was it? Why would that have made him more interested in having sex with someone he’d already judged as too young, too beneath him?

His hand came up to brush against my balls, and I realized I didn’t care why. Only when.

“Touch me,” I begged. “Now.”

“Mm” was his only answer. He continued teasing me with one hand while pushing the shirt up with the other and kissing along my chest until he reached my nipples. I suddenly realized I could help, and I ripped my T-shirt off, nearly knocking him in the chin.

“Fuck, sorry.” Before I waited for his response, I shimmied out of my boxer briefs too, just in case.

Worth’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Jesus fuck.”

I settled back on the bed again. “Better without the clothes. Go back to what you were doing.”

He tilted his head at me. “Who’s in charge here?”

“Oh, right. You. Super you. Go. Go back to taking charge.” I winked at him. “I’ll allow it.”

He grumbled as he leaned down and buried his nose in the crevice between my sac and my thigh. I put my hands on his head and felt the silky thickness of his hair. If sex Jesus was listening, I hoped he thought I deserved a treat.

I bit my lips to keep from begging again. I’d begun to think maybe that slowed Worth down, and I wanted to figure out what sped him up.

He nuzzled my balls and then dragged his beard scruff along my skin. I could already smell the faint traces of his sweat from earlier in the day, and I wanted more of it. I wanted to inhale his armpits and lick every inch of his chest hair. He was the sexiest man I’d ever hooked up with, and I wanted everything with him.

His voice was rough, and I felt his hot breath against my dick. “You’re so fucking sexy. Sleeping with you every night and not being able to make you come is killing me. I want to put my hands on you, strip you naked, and put my tongue on you.” He licked a hot trail up my dick and brushed a finger against my hole. “I lie there every night and imagine fucking your ass into the mattress. I think of what it would feel like to have this tight hole squeezing my cock.”

Old man had dirty talk game. I swallowed a puddle of drool. “Uh-huh. That. Let’s do that.”

He chuckled before sucking my dick into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it like a vine.

“Holy fuck! Yes. Fuck, fuck.” I howled, gripping his hair harder than I’d intended. “Oh suck that dick. Please. Fuck. Suck it. Just like that.” The man was a miracle worker with his mouth. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me feel like swallowing my own tongue.

Worth’s hands explored everywhere while his mouth took me apart. He plucked my nipples, squeezed my shoulders and biceps, kneaded my ass cheeks, and finally, he pressed a long finger into my mouth before working it into my hole and using it to push me over the edge.

After an embarrassingly short time, I shouted out my release and came in his throat. When the spots disappeared from the edges of my vision, I was still heaving in breaths like I’d run a marathon.

Worth’s head rested on my thigh, and he was shaking like he was laughing. Just before I complained to him about making fun of me, I realized he was jacking off. I jackknifed up so I could watch. His fat, ruddy dick shuttled through his hand, and the muscles in his back and shoulders flexed under his skin. Within seconds, some of his hot spunk landed on my foot and leg.

“Shit that was hot,” I whispered.

Worth angled his head to face me. The dazed look of satisfaction looked so good on him. I tried pulling him up for a kiss, but he shifted my arms away so he could push up on his own.

“Lie back down,” he said. I obeyed immediately. Worth leaned down and kissed me more deeply than before. The muffled sounds of our mutual pleasure, hums and soft gasps here and there between swollen lips, filled the room for a long while.