Worship (On My Knees Duet 1)

Then he’s kissing me. His lips are hard and firm. His hand grasps my hair, and he moves so he’s straddling my hips. He kisses me more deeply as he rocks his bulge against mine. I groan, and he reaches down to rub me, to position his cock so it’s pushing on mine.

“Fuck…”

He grips my nape and brushes kisses over my forehead, traces his mouth down to my temple, holding my jaw as I open for him and his tongue glides back inside.

He reaches between us again as we kiss, cupping my balls.

I break into his shorts, aiming to knock him off his game and get him groaning for me again. I fucking love it when my hand on his cock makes his mouth falter on mine.

I bite at his jawline as his hand delves into my pants. He grips me like my cock is his possession, working me with an expert hand—and for a while we’re kissing, long and languid as we pump each other harder, faster.

When he breaks away, I’m throbbing so damn good. I brace myself for him to ghost on me, so I’m surprised when he sloughs off his pants and briefs. His erection springs up toward his navel as he leans over to rid me of the same. Afterward, his big hand encircles my tip, squeezing as he looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. They look liquid as he leans down to kiss my thick tip.

Then he’s half on top of me again, rubbing our cocks together, smoothing precum down my shaft. His or mine, I wonder hazily. With his free hand, he rolls my balls before leaning down and licking his way around my sac.

His tongue delves behind it—

“Ahh.” It’s been years since I’ve felt someone’s mouth there. My hips buck as his tongue laves, and I moan, gripping his hair. His hot mouth rims me till I’m leaking from my cock’s slit. He trails a fingertip down my shaft…rubs a circle over my taint.

Then his other hand starts beating me.

“Oh fuck.”

I think he chuckles, but I’m lost to the hot throb that he’s inciting with his fingertips—two of them prodding there behind my balls. He traces my hole, and I’m so worked up, I push against him. His hand on my cock slows, and his eyes fly to mine. While his hand still pumps my cock, I take the other one and suck his finger…get it nice and wet and bring it back behind my sac. He rubs. I shift my hips, and he’s right there again, his finger heavy on my hole. His eyes are on mine.

“Harder.”

Something hoarse breaks from his throat as I take his thick finger. I can’t help the ragged groan that rents the night air.

He pushes slowly deeper, filling me so deep I grunt and rock against his hand. His free hand, gone still for a moment, squeezes my cockhead. He leans down to lick a drop of precum off me, and I lift my hips…but I can’t tell which way to thrust. He’s got me both ways.

I’m panting now, groaning as his finger fills me and he slides it out. His big hand works my cock—pounding it, then slowing so I’m groaning for more. His finger pushes back in, and I feel the brash, electric pleasure as he grazes my prostate.

“Shit.” I gasp as bliss swells through me, radiating outward from deep inside. My cock swells up thick and hard, and my balls tighten as he grazes there again.

“Oh God.”

I can’t stop the sounds I’m making or the way my legs spread. I’m lifting my hips, my fingers clenching air as I moan. I feel his hand working my cockhead again, feel how achy-hard my balls are. Every time his finger grazes my p-spot, I’m damn near yelling. When he pulls his finger out, I thrust my swollen cock into his grasping hand.

“Ahhh, fuck. Ah fuck, fuck…” I push back onto his thick finger, grunting and then thrusting as cum drips down my shaft. I’m gonna blow, I’m gonna fucking blow— but right then he slows the hand job, using my own spend to lube up my hole before he pushes another finger in.

I shout. He gives a low laugh. “That’s right. Feels like heaven, doesn’t it?”

His palm caresses my cockhead. He works my shaft like he’s milking me, and the precum fucking gushes. My fists are clenched so hard they hurt as I groan, muscles quaking as he fucks me two ways at once. Pleasure swells and fills me like a balloon close to bursting.

He speeds up the hand job as he fingers my hole, and I feel another violent rush of satisfaction as my balls tauten for liftoff and my tortured cock throbs.

“Gonna come,” I grunt out.

“Come for me,” he orders. “Right now.”

Deep inside me, he does something magic. White light swells all through me, and I’m lost.