Slowly, I slide his briefs down his thighs that are speckled with dark hair. The times I’ve been with women, they were smoothed to perfection. There’s something about the hair on his body that drives me wild with need. I want to lick all of it. Every single inch of him. He laughs when I chuck his briefs across the room, but it fades when I part his thighs, running my nose along his thick cock.
“You smell like hazelnut here, too. Your scent drives me insane,” I growl, letting my lips brush along the soft skin of his dick. “Do you taste like it too?”
A choked sound escapes him as I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, fascinated by the plump softness of the crown when I reach it. The salty bead of pre-cum only makes me thirst for more. I want to drain him of every drop, drinking him down and not wasting any of it. He moans when I wrap my hand around his dick and slide my lips around his thickness. I like the feel of him in my mouth. Based on the squirming and mewling he’s doing, I’d say he likes it too. As I suck and toy with him with my mouth, I use my hand to explore other parts of him. His balls are heavy and full, clearly aching for the release I’ll offer. I massage them and gently pull on them, listening for cues of what he likes and doesn’t. Curiosity gets the better of me and my fingers dance their way down to his hole. It’s puckered tight, clenching when I tease it with the pad of my finger.
I want inside him.
It won’t happen tonight, I’m sure of it, but I can still feel him. I collect some of my saliva from the base of his dick and then go back to teasing his hole until he’s relaxed, begging for more. Slowly, I press the tip of my finger inside him, never losing stride as I suck on him. He mutters out garbled pleas, his fingers tugging at my hair. In and out, I ease deeper and deeper into him. Once I’m as deep as I need to go, I finger his hole with purpose, testing the limits of the flesh—stretching and massaging.
“Fuck, Adrian, fuck. I’m going to come,” he chokes out. “I need more.”
He holds the backs of his thighs, drawing them further back and giving me more access. I press another finger into him, turned on by the needy whimpers coming from him. Curling them up, I locate a spongy part of him that must be his prostate based on how he cries out in pleasure. It doesn’t take but a few gentle strokes and he’s spurting inside my mouth, hot and without warning. The salty come is plentiful, and for a moment, I can’t swallow it quickly enough. Some spills out, running down my chin. As soon as his dick stops twitching, I slide off it and then set to licking up everything I missed. He winces when I slide my fingers out of his body.
“I, uh, wow,” he mutters. “That was intense.”
I crawl up his body, kissing him with less urgency. My dick aches for attention, but having him beneath me feels like enough to remain satisfied.
“Want me to suck you off too?” he croaks out.
“I just want to feel you while we kiss.” I punctuate my words with a thrust of my hips, sliding my dick along his wet, semi-soft one. It feels fucking wonderful. “Just like this.”
With each buck of my hips, I get closer to the edge. I crave to do so many filthy things with him. Not tonight. Not this weekend. The things I want to do will take time and I’ll want to stretch them out over days and weeks and months. Maybe even years.
“We could try,” he whispers. “I’m safe. I’ve been tested after my last boyfriend, even though we didn’t have sex.”
I nip at his bottom lip. “I’m safe too, but we’re not fucking. Not until we have lube. I don’t want to hurt you.” I grip onto my dick, sliding it down past his balls to his hole. “But I do want to rub against you there.”
“Yes,” he pleads. “It feels good.”
“Roll over, Ry,” I beg. “I want to pretend I’m inside you.”
He smiles at me. “I like when you call me Ry.”
It takes some shuffling, but then his round ass is exposed to me, begging for my attention. I bite his ass cheek because I can’t look at it without marking it. His laughter fills my small home and makes my heart want to burst.
I’ve never felt so alive.
So consumed.
I’ll never let Ry go. It’s a vow I feel in every fiber of my being. I don’t dare tell him, though, and frighten him away. I need him to stay.