Wrangled

He lets go of my mouth and drops his lips to my chest, where he drags his tongue over my nipple. I squirm against him, but his weight pins me in place against the bed.

He really is a master at that: pinning men in their place.

He slowly draws a line of impatient kisses down my body, fast and deep and hungry, until he at last reaches my cock. Without so much as a second of reprieve, Chad generously pays back the road head by swallowing my whole dick in one take.

I buck against him, my mouth parting as I let out a vocal sigh of delirium. He’s got me in that mouth of his, all of me.

I did tell him to use my body the way he wants, right?

And boy, am I fucking glad I did.

He sucks me with such voracious passion, I feel close after ten seconds. Somehow, he manages to suck me for an eternity while skillfully keeping me right on the edge, knowing just when to pull back somehow to keep me from spilling.

That has to be his special sauce of life: driving boys like me crazy with the seemingly simple yet ever-complex and cunning talent of teasing.

His mouth releases my dick, and his lips go lower, kissing and licking my tightened balls, sending shivers up my body. Then, as if I couldn’t feel any more, he goes and lays a soft, wet kiss on the inside of my thigh, in just the right place to have me whimper.

Then his hands hook under my legs, lift them up, and before I can process my own fucking name, his tongue drags across my hole—wet and cool and full of a thousand sensitive nerve endings.

I gasp and claw my fingers into his bed sheets.

His tongue grows hungrier as he plunges it in, penetrating me and causing my whole body to tingle in the best fucking way.

I am so sensitive and self-aware of personal hygiene that this sort of spontaneous situation would normally horrify me. Thank God I took another shower before leaving the party.

Is it weird that that’s one of my first thoughts as he digs even deeper, his tongue wetting my hole and casting electricity across every inch of my skin?

I mean, other than realizing Chad Landry is the best ass-eater I have ever known.

And believe it or not, I’ve known a few.

One of his hands vanishes. I hear a drawer open, then slap shut. A bottle of something is snapped open.

I lift my head off the bed to get a better look. Chad is stroking himself while continuing to bury his face in my ass, devouring me. A squeeze-bottle of lube now sits on the nightstand by his side.

“I want you inside me, Chad,” I tell him.

He lifts his face from my ass and gives me a dark look. “I don’t know if you can handle me.”

“I can take you. I can take all of you.”

“I’m fuckin’ big,” he warns me. “I gotta work you up to it. You don’t know what you’re about to face.”

I prop my upper half up by my elbows, which dig into the bed. “Then why don’t you try me, hotshot? Put my money where my mouth is, mister hotshot wrestler. I want you inside me now.”

The corner of Chad’s lips curl upward.

He appears to enjoy my mouthy taunting.

“Alright.” Chad swipes a condom off the nightstand, tears it open with his teeth, then starts to slip it on one-handed. “You’re askin’ for it.” Then he goes for the bottle of lube.

“Oh, I’m askin’ for it,” I say, mocking his southern twang.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn your ass.”

He rises up and hooks a hand under each of my legs, turning me into his fucking human wheelbarrow. I gaze at the gleaming, sweaty musculature of his chest, smoothly rippling abs, and the shallow ravine of his sexy navel.

And with his hands hooked under my legs, holding them in place, it does all sorts of beautiful things to his muscular arms, the biceps of which bulge from his efforts—thick, veiny, and taut.

When the thick mushroom head of his dick touches my wet hole, I gasp.

Chad lifts a challenging eyebrow as he stares down at me, as if to say: See?

Then, still gripping my legs tightly, he gives his hips one little experimental push, testing my hole.

Just that one little test shove has my whole body shivering with anticipation. I have never wanted someone’s dick inside of me so badly.

“More,” I urge him.

Chad smirks down at me, then gives another shove.

He’s too gentle. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me.

“I’m not fragile.” I reach as best as I can, trying to get a hold of his hips to pull him against me. I can’t reach. “You won’t break me. You think I can’t take it? Give it to me.”