Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

“That’s right.” I dab my fingertips back into the cream and cup his sac. He’s got the best big, full balls. I take my time rubbing the cream over them. Sky is breathing heavy, shifting his hips like he’s not sure if he wants to feel more or roll away.

I trace a fingertip up his shaft.

“Rayne…” He shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. Then he’s panting with his lips parted.

I fucking love it.

“Should’ve used the syrup lube so I could lick it off,” I murmur. My voice sounds husky and my dick is wanting me to rub it against something—preferably his. Sky is smiling up at me now, looking relaxed for the first time since we crawled in bed. I’ve got him locked into the moment with me.

I cup his balls again, and then I rub my thumb over his taint.

“I want you to close your eyes, Sky babe.”

He inhales, and wraps his hand around my forearm like he wants to micromanage me, but then he shuts his eyes, lowers the bossy hand, and surrenders.

“That’s right, McD…”

I give his cock a few more slow strokes. Then I lift his balls, lean down, and lick behind them, where it smells like soap and lavender cream. I flick my tongue around his hole, and Sky’s big body jolts like he just grabbed something electric. I push the hot tip of my tongue into him, wiggling so it tickles, and he barks my name.

Yep, I’ve gotcha, preacher. After this, you’re gonna be sleeping like a baby.

My dick is so damn stiff that I reach down and try to bat the thing back. Sky notices and lifts his knee, rubbing on me with his leg, making my balls shift around, and—

Fuck, you’ve gotta focus, Vance!

I push my tongue into him again, making him growl low in his throat. His hands rub over my hair as I lick all around his balls and up his shaft and then back down, and I can feel him breathing harder.

“You like that?” I whisper. I lap at his hole again, cupping my palm around his cockhead, smearing precum down him. He makes a sound that’s part moan and part whimper.

“God, I love that sound.” I push my tongue inside again, and then again—I want to go as deep as I can get; I want to wow him, always—and his hand cups my head, fingers biting into my scalp.

“Rayne…”

Fuck, he’s so hot like this. Desperate for it. Half asleep, amped up on stress, rubbing his hand over my hair, rocking back to urge my tongue into his hole and thrusting his cock into my hand.

I tug his balls and give his shaft a few slow licks. I know how he hates this; when I put my mouth on him, he wants to fuck my throat and come the next second—but tonight, the goal is wearing him out.

I keep lapping at him, tentative and teasing, dragging my tongue up his shaft, rolling his balls and pumping him at his base, closing my mouth around his oozing cockhead, sucking.

Hunger for him makes my hands sweat as I pump him. He’s pushing up on one leg, thrusting his dick at me to say just suck it more. I should keep drawing this out, but fuck, I want more myself. I’m so hard it actually hurts now. My balls throb every time his damn knee rubs them.

I can tell he’s getting close because his shaft is thicker and his balls have firmed up. He wants to come so bad that he can’t keep himself still. His hand cups my nape and squeezes.

“Suck me, Vanny.”

Instead, I lift my head and suck my finger. When it’s nice and wet, I give his long cock one last popsicle lick. Then I nudge his balls aside and prod him. Sky blows out a long breath, and I push into him, slow and steady.

“Aghh.” He lifts his hips so he can take me deeper.

That’s right…

I know how to find his sweet spot—and I do, immediately. My finger works like a fast-acting drug, making his big body tremble and his cockhead leak a rivulet of precum. I push another finger in, and his raised knee presses against my dick. I shift my hips so he can’t reach me; if I get distracted by my own need to blow, I can’t make him come.

I stuff my fingers in a little deeper, and he’s clutching my hair, thrusting his dick into the darkness, moaning like he wants the hall security cam to pick up the noise.

I’m tracing the flange of his head with the tip of my tongue, pushing a third finger into him, as he comes undone. He shouts as he blows in my mouth, and I shut my eyes and swallow—even though I’m so worked up, I want to suck and squeeze him.