“Oh, you got me something else too?” I ask as I step out of the bright blue sexy-as-hell briefs. “Are you going to give me an everything blow job?”
“I am. And I bet you like it more than the bagel and peanut butter.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
But there’s no contest. Declan’s blow jobs are definitely better than peanut butter. I love how he licks and kisses the head of my dick, how he swirls his tongue down my length, how he takes me in deep.
It’s a beautiful sight—this man on his knees for me. His hands slide up and down my thighs. His lush lips stretch open wide. His gaze drifts up to mine, watching me as I watch him suck me off. Declan’s hands roam over my stomach and around to my ass. He grabs my cheeks hard, jerking me deeper into his throat. My mind spins and pleasure twists through my body.
After a minute like that, he has me in his clutches, cupping my balls, playing with my ass. Without warning, he pops off me and spins me around. “Hold onto the counter,” Declan says.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I gasp as I rest on my elbows, lift my ass higher, and wait for the thing I crave from him.
A dirty, delicious treat.
His big hands cover both cheeks, and he growls as he spreads my ass open. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you forever,” he murmurs.
With a naughty hum in his throat, he grips my cheeks, kneading and squeezing hard. He lifts his right hand, smacks my ass, then kisses the top of my crack.
I shiver, bowing my back, arching higher. “Yesssss. Please.”
“Mmm. I fucking love your ass,” Declan says like he’s worshipping me. If I thought he adored my cock last night, he takes his devotion to a whole new level when he licks down the length of my ass, then presses the most carnal kiss in the whole world against my hole.
“Unghhh,” I grunt. There’s no way I can manage words.
Declan’s noisy enough for both of us, though, as he flicks his tongue against me. He hums like this is his greatest wish, like he’s wanted nothing more than to have me this intimately.
This intensely.
His tongue lavishes attention on my entrance, with big, long licks and decadent moans, chased by hungry kisses, followed by just the right kind of swat. The I want your ass kind of swat, not the I want to spank you smack. There’s a difference, and the first turns me all the fuck on to the moon and back.
I shudder, arching and moving against his mouth. When he flicks his tongue there, right there, my dick jumps, leaking at the tip, throbbing as pleasure swirls inside me.
This was one of my fantasies of him. One of the things we never got to do before. I have to see this.
I crane my neck around and holy fuck.
It’s better than my dirty dreams.
The sight of Declan on his knees, worshipping me, sends adrenaline pumping wildly in my body. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s happening to me. The guy I want—the guy I’m fucking crazy for—is going to town on me.
“You’re so fucking hot, Deck. God, that’s so fucking good,” I rasp, my chest heaving with a wild kind of pleasure that spirals and rockets higher.
My toes tingle.
My bones vibrate.
My whole body sings.
A brand-new sensation builds inside me like a relentless drumbeat as I sink deeper, dropping my head onto my hands on the counter—giving in completely.
“Yessssss,” I groan.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs, then he consumes me again. It’s wild and intimate, filthy and beautiful.
He’s turning me inside out, taking me apart, opening me up, as I happily slide into a land of bliss. My body twitches with pleasure, and I’m desperate, so damn desperate to reach the edge. To grab hold of the ecstasy he’s promising me with every flick of his tongue.
I reach down between my legs, grab my aching cock. “I’m close,” I groan as I shuttle my fist along my length, eager for release.
My body jerks as I stroke hard and fast, and Declan doesn’t relent. He’s officially blowing my mind. Lust tears through me until I’m shaking everywhere. “Gonna come any second,” I warn.
He stops and spins me around again. Taking my shaft into his mouth, he swallows me whole, loving on my dick as I unload with a savage growl. Starbursts strobe behind my eyes, colors blasting my brain cells as my orgasm takes over my world.
“Yes, fucking yes.” My hands curl tight around his head as I shoot down his throat.
I can’t stop groaning, can’t stop panting. I don’t even think my legs work. They’re Silly Putty as he lets go of my dick, wipes a hand across his mouth, then stands, looking like a cat who ate all the world’s canaries.