“Get your clothes off, Chase.” I yanked my shirt over my head. “This first time’s going to be fast.”
In the time it took me to get my button open and my zipper down, Chase shimmied out of his pants and stripped his shirt off, leaving himself completely naked.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I said, my voice sounding rough to my own ears. I let go of my pants, grabbed his shoulders, and turned him around. “Can you reach the lube?”
He shook his head. “No, it’s in the nightstand.”
I kissed the back of his neck and then I planted my hand in the middle of his back and shoved him face-first onto the mattress. He was bent over, feet on the floor, chest on the bed, ass in the air.
“Then you’re going to take me on spit.” I dragged my finger down Chase’s crease, pressed my mouth to his ear, and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. This’ll hurt you more than it’ll hurt me.”
After a two-second silence when I assumed he was processing what I said, his shoulders started shaking with laughter. “You are such an ass,” he said as he reached back and smacked my hip.
I smiled and nuzzled the spot where his shoulder met his neck. “Seriously, you okay with this?” With a whimper, he spread his legs and tilted his ass up, giving me his answer. “Oh yeah,” I said as I dropped to my knees and circled my finger over his pucker. “You want this, don’t you?”
He answered with actions instead of words: he reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks apart.
“That’s it, baby.” I licked long swipes up his channel. “Show me everything.”
Rimming was something new to both of us, but ever since the first time we tried it, I’d become addicted. I loved listening to Chase moan and gasp and knowing I was the cause of his pleasure. After a few more passes over his crease, I flicked my tongue against his hole.
“Ungh!” he groaned.
I smiled and rubbed my whiskered face over his sensitive skin, making him shudder and gasp in surprise. When I had him shaking and begging, I gathered saliva on my tongue and pressed it into his body.
“Yeeees,” he whispered, sounding completely blissed out.
I slowly fucked him with my tongue, going as deep as I could and moving it inside his silky heat. My mouth was pressed up against his hole, my face cradled between his muscular butt cheeks, and my tongue was buried in his tight body. Add to that his near constant moans and cries and his flexing ass, and I was ready to pop.
“Can’t wait,” I gasped. I climbed to my feet, shoved my boxers under my balls, and grasped my rigid shaft. “Jesus, Chase.” I absorbed the sight of him lying prone before me, giving me total control over his perfect body, trusting me completely. “I’m going in.”
I spit onto my hand, rubbed my saliva over my shaft, and pressed my slick glans against his entrance. Chase raised his fine ass higher, spread his muscular legs wider, and moaned with pleasure when I pressed inside him.
He turned his head to the side, looked up at me, and said, “Feels so good,” his voice rough and strained.
“Always does.” I didn’t stop my slow slide inside him until my balls were pressed snuggly against his heated skin; then I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. But Chase whimpered, making my eyes open reflexively. I took in his golden skin, flushed cheeks, and erotic expression, and knew it was a losing battle. “Like Henry the Eighth said to all six wives, ‘This won’t last long.’ Hold on, baby.”
I held on to his hips, pulled out until my crown was spreading his ring of muscle wide open, and then shoved back in hard. He turned me on too much for slow and gentle. In and out I moved, faster and faster, until I could feel the wave of my pleasure reaching its peak.
“Chase!” I cried out, thrust as deep as I could, and arched my back, shooting so hard my knees almost buckled.
My mind was still foggy when I heard Chase shout out my name and saw him drop his hand to his side, his fingers coated in ejaculate. I collapsed on top of him, pressed my chest to his back, and grabbed his wrist.
“Give me that.” I helped him raise his hand to my mouth and licked his semen off his fingers.
“Fuck, Adan,” he groaned. “I can’t get hard again so fast.”
I twirled my tongue around his finger and slurped it into my mouth. When his breath hitched, I pulled my lips back and asked, “Are you sure?” before sucking the next digit in and fellating it.
“Oh, damn,” he moaned. “Okay, but let’s get your pants off this time, okay?” I had been in such a rush to taste him and fuck him that I hadn’t bothered taking my pants off, just opened them up and shoved the front of my boxers down. “And let’s get in bed. If we go at it like that again, I might pass out.”