“Fuck,” I grunted. “Less clothing. Less clothing!”
He took that to heart as he let go of my dick and lifted my shirt up to my armpits. I couldn’t get it all the way off because he was still holding my wrists in place. He proved to be quite flexible (I loved learning new things about him!) as he bent over and licked up my stomach to my chest and nipples. He rolled one gently through his teeth before pulling back and blowing on the wet skin. I writhed underneath him, suddenly at a loss for words but needing more.
And then his weight was off me, my hands free as he slid off the side of the bed to his knees on the floor. I lifted my head to look down as his hands went to the front of my jeans. He hesitated before he unbuttoned them. “Still good?”
I was touched. No one had kept asking me that before, and while I thought it would have been irritating, it really wasn’t. There were certain boundaries in place, but we were good now. I nodded furiously. “Still good. The best, even.”
He grinned. “I’m going to suck you off now.”
I was probably going to keep him forever. “I approve of this plan.”
He unbuttoned my jeans. I lifted my hips as he pulled them partway down to my thighs. He laughed at my underwear (rainbow printed), but before I could retort, he pulled them down too. My cock slapped against my stomach as he lifted my balls, settling the waistband of my underwear underneath them. That created an almost unbearable pressure, and I reveled in it.
I watched with wide eyes as he licked up the underside of my dick, tongue flicking just underneath the head. I groaned as he swallowed me down expertly, though he wasn’t able to get all the way down before he started choking. That didn’t deter him, though, as he redoubled his efforts.
I groaned as he tugged on my balls, throat working around me. He looked up at me with hooded eyes, something I’d only ever seen in porn. I’d always thought it ridiculous, but now that it was happening to me, I couldn’t for the life of me think why. His cheeks hollowed as he worked me over, his beard rubbing against my nuts.
“This,” I managed to say, “is going to be over real soon. I’m sorry about that. If we were going to move on to—what the fuck!”
He pushed against my legs, raising them up and over me, folding me in half. My legs were still trapped in my jeans. He pushed up against my underwear, exposing my ass. I knew what he was about to do before he did it, but I still cried out as he slapped two fingers against my asshole before pushing my cheeks apart, exposing me. For a brief moment I felt his hot breath against my skin before his tongue brushed over my hole. And then again. And then again.
My hands tightened into the comforter as I squeezed my eyes shut. His nose pressed against the underside of my balls as he fucked his tongue into me. I pressed down against him, wanting more but unable to articulate it.
I didn’t know how long it went on, but my eyes felt glazed by the time he sat back, letting my legs fall back again onto the bed. I was panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood. “Ten out of ten,” I said in a high-pitched voice. “Would recommend.”
“Still good?” he asked.
“Yeah. Still good.”
His hands went to the front of his leather pants. I got with the program quickly and kicked my own jeans and underwear off. I lifted my shirt over my head before tossing it aside. I lay back, propped up on my elbows. He was staring down at me, a look of awe on his face.
Instead of saying something sexy, he said, “You look good here. In my bed.”
“Christ,” I muttered. “How the hell did we not do this months ago?”
He shook his head. “It’s the right time.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, Corey. It is. I think it’s better this way.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay. You should fuck me.”
That got his attention. He snapped his head up at me. “You sure? I can be the one who—”
“Next time. Pretty sure I’ve got an awesome recovery rate. We should test it out, though, just to make sure. Rigorously.”
He fumbled with his pants. They fell open, and I groaned when I saw the tops of his pubes. “Of course you weren’t wearing unde
rwear. You planned this whole thing!”
“Right,” he said dryly. “That’s exactly it.” He started to pull his pants down but frowned when he barely got them over his hips. He pulled them again. They barely moved.
“Is there a problem?” I asked sweetly.