Worship (On My Knees Duet 1)

I stretch out on my back, stroking myself till I’m hard as steel again for him. My dick’s not a quitter—never has been—but for him, it seems ready even when the rest of me is spent.

He’s gone for more than a minute; just as I’m wondering if he could have left, he strides back into the room. His gaze locks onto me as he walks to the bed. He joins me on the mattress in one agile motion.

God, he’s fucking unreal gorgeous—all smooth skin and heavy muscle. I feel the tug of desire settle low down in my belly as his chiseled torso moves between my legs. His eyes find mine for a long second. His angel’s face seems slightly pensive, but mostly unreadable to me. I watch as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a packet of lube. With his eyes on his hands, he rips it open, smearing some on his fingers.

“What did you say on the yacht, Vance? Remind me…what did you want?” He looks up, and at that moment, slides a finger into me.

It’s so unexpected…but it goes in easy from how slicked up I am. I have to swallow back a groan to dirty talk him. With my heavy-lidded eyes locked on his, I say, “I want you…right there.”

His eyes shut for a second. Then he adds another finger…drags both out. He takes my cock into his mouth and licks and sucks me as his fingers fuck with my hole…till my hips are twisting and I’m bending my legs, panting from the need to get off.

Then he’s moving off me. I watch as he takes his shorts down…pulls his cock out of his boxer briefs.

I reach for him. “Put it in my mouth.”

There’s a rumble in his throat, and then he’s scooting closer, his erection bobbing near enough so I can grab it. I trace around his perfect plum cockhead. He flinches…lets out a low groan.

“You could be a dildo model.”

His cheeks dimple as he smirks. “You could be the tester ass.”

He’s got his shorts tucked behind his balls. I watch his brows crease as his hand delves into his pocket for more lube. Lust moves through me like a warm sting, starting in my cheeks and chest and settling heavy in my cock and balls. I trace a fingertip along a vein in his dick, give his tip a careful squeeze. His breaths are coming faster as he rips the package open.

His hooded eyes reach for mine. “Good?” The word’s a soft growl.

“Anything you want, cap’n.”

I shut my eyes, still stroking his warm shaft, and his hand grips my base. He gives a slow stroke, then nudges my balls aside and sinks a finger in.

“You could do this from the other way.” My voice shakes as he pushes deeper. “While I suck your dick.”

He pulls his finger out—and shoves it back in. “Fuck.” An unexpected tremor sweeps me. He gives me a wicked grin, then stretches out beside me on his back.

“Sit on my face. I can suck your balls and let you have a finger while you blow me.” He lifts a thick brow. “If you want to blow me.”

“Oh, I want to blow you.”

I get in position, my balls hanging in his face, my cock bobbing parallel with his chest. His dick is pointing upward toward his navel. I push his shaft down and out, so I can give it a popsicle lick. Then I wrap my mouth around his thick tip. He moans and lifts his ass up off the mattress, saying more. Then I feel his hot tongue moving on my sac.

“Fuck.” I rock my hips and ease more of him into my mouth, cup his warm balls. He draws one of mine into his mouth. It’s so unexpected, I yell out. The strange—amazing—sensation makes my hips jerk, which makes his mouth tug on me.

I groan—a hum around his cock—and feel his quads flex. Even as his mouth is groping at me, trying to take both of my balls, I inhale slowly…swallow deeper. My heart’s pounding from the strain of trying not to choke on his thickness, while wanting to shout—or come—from what he’s doing to my nuts. My legs and elbows tremble as I groan around his cock.

Then he’s letting my sac free again. My goods throb with wanting more, but I move past it…focus on him. I amp up the blow job, doing everything to him that I like done to me. I fucking love the way his hips lift and his legs flex.

It happens fast: with one hand, he gives my cock a squeeze. Then his lube-slick fingers push into my hole. Bliss spills through me, and I moan and sort of choke on him. He lifts his ass up off the mattress…then draws up his knees. I hear him panting even as he adds more lube and stuffs me with another finger.