“Yes, fuck yes.” I rotated my hips so our groins rubbed together as best they could with the blanket tangled between us. West was naked, though. My hand squeezed his bare ass.

“I’ll take good care of you.” He kissed my lips, my neck, sucked my earlobe. “I’ll treat you so good, you won’t know how to live without me inside you all the time.”

“That could get awkward.” I leaned my head back to give him better access to my neck. Instinctively, he knew exactly what I wanted, but West was contrary and didn’t give it to me right away, brushing his teeth across my skin instead.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to keep you in this bed where I can have my way with you anytime I want. Just roll you over, lube up, and push my dick into your ass, and you’ll let me, won’t you? Because you’re mine.”

“Yes…fuck yes. Yours.” I cried out and arched toward him as his teeth bit into my shoulder, the simple act almost enough to make me empty my balls.

West rolled his hips and rubbed against me. I went for his mouth, chasing it with mine, but he sat up on his knees, fighting to untangle the blanket and shove it away. He was hard, his cock pointing toward me, long and thick and mouthwatering. I reached for him, but much like he’d done with his lips, West didn’t let me catch him. “Baby, please…”

“No. This is about you.” He leaned down, wrinkling his nose in a cute, playful way. “Let me love on you. Let me treat you right, make you wild for me.”

He was crazy if he didn’t know I already was. “Bossy motherfucker.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

“Turn over,” West said, and I did. He knelt between my legs as I lay on my stomach. His lips pressed to my nape, then slowly, so fucking slowly it almost killed me, West kissed his way down my spine. Every time his mouth touched me, I trembled, ached, craved.

“Jesus Christ. You want to kill me, don’t you?”

“No. Just love you.” When he lay between my legs, his gentle bites now on my ass, I tensed up. “It’s okay.” Kiss. “Let me.” Another kiss. “I’m dying to taste you.” Yet another.

When I nodded, West’s hands went to my ass cheeks, and he spread them open. I’d fucked him too many times to count by now, and West had fingered me, but it was an entirely different ball game to have someone between my legs, looking at my asshole. My body flushed with heat, and I knew I was red all over. I felt his stare and shifted uncomfortably, then turned to see him over my shoulder. “Are you forgetting this is new for me?” I mean, it was an asshole, right? They were basically all the same. Still, I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt so vulnerable in my life.

“Leave me alone and let me admire.”

West winked, leaned in, and— “Oh fuck!” jumped out of my mouth when his tongue flicked over my rim. My whole body nearly jerked off the bed. “Do that again.”

“I thought you’d like it,” West replied, his hands on my cheeks keeping them open. His eyes held mine, and I watched over my shoulder as he leaned down again, his tongue laving my hole, grazing it, circling it, making my eyes roll back in my head and my hands fist in the pillows.

Why the fuck had he been holding out on me? I ground into the bed, fucking the mattress while West ate my ass, the light dusting of stubble on his face rasping over the sensitive skin. It was like he was making a feast out of me, and I could have died a happy man right there under West’s mouth. I begged for more, pleaded, almost blew my load when he pushed a finger inside me and bit one cheek.

I wanted him to devour me. Wanted him to eat my ass, then fuck me hard, another part of me that belonged to West, a part of me no one else had ever had or ever would.

When I loosened up, he pushed his tongue inside me, my ass automatically pushing back toward his face. I wanted more, wanted it all—holy fuck, did I love having him inside me.

“Get the lube,” he said, his mouth in my crack, before diving in again.

“Can’t. Move. Fuck.” He pushed a finger into me, flicking his tongue back and forth around my rim as he did.

“Get the lube or I stop.”

In that moment, I felt like a slut for him. Like there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give him. How had I gone my whole life without this? Without West?

I reached for the nightstand, fumbling as I pulled the drawer open and grabbed the lube. I tossed it back to him. West chuckled and pulled back, and I kept fucking the mattress like an addict as he slicked his fingers.

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