Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Looking up at me and smiling, he releases my thigh and brings his mouth back to my cock. Again, taking only the tip, he twirls his tongue, working his finger into me until he's up to his second knuckle. Pulling his finger out, he quickly thrusts back in with two this time, taking more of me into his mouth as he does so. The dual sensation is mind-numbing, and seeing him work me like this is almost enough to send me over the edge.

As his finger curves slightly and glides across my prostate, stars explode behind my eyelids, and my release starts to work its way up the base of my spine. My balls draw up, and my whole body starts tingling as I feel myself start to unravel.

“Ahh fuck, I’m going to come.”

Taking me deeper in his throat, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me vigorously, making sure to hit that spot over and over.

Fuck me,my release takes hold of my entire body. My abs roll, my fingers tighten their hold on the sheets beneath us, and my head falls back as I explode. He swallows every last drop before pulling off of me.

Climbing up my body until he’s sitting on my chest, he starts to stroke himself with fervor. His hair is slicked to his forehead from sweat and he’s biting his bottom lip so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t bleed. My breathing starts to steady as my hands grab his ass cheeks, massaging them, and thoroughly fucking enjoying the show happening inches from my face.

His breathing picks up, his stroking becoming erratic, and I know he’s close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I ask, my nails biting into the skin of his ass.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, fingers flying to my hair and gripping hard. “Open your fucking mouth, tongue out.”

As I do what I’m told, his cock pulses and erupts, his grip on my hair becoming painful. Hot bursts of cum coat my tongue and paint my face.

“Oh, shit. That’s it, baby, swallow me up. Drink every last drop.” He runs his cock over my bottom lip, gathering more of his release, shoving it into my mouth.

Leaning down, he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, groaning when he tastes himself on me. Once we’ve cleaned up every last drop of him, we collapse onto the bed side by side, catching our breath.

Eventually, we crawl under the covers together, his head resting on my chest. We’re both fully aware that the party is still going on downstairs, hearing everyone laughing and cheering, but we’re both right where we want to be.

Looking up at me, he presses his lips against mine. The kiss is slow and gentle, but it makes my toes curl and my heart flutter.

Everything with him is so full of passion and love.

I don’t know how I made it so many years without him in my arms. Nothing makes as much sense as this does. Having him in my arms, with his lips on mine, feels right. He’s it for me. There’s no going back.

My forever and always.