“Ash!”
“So impatient.” I lay between his legs. “What if I want to rim you?”
By the sharp intake of breath above me and the way he gave a whole-body shudder, I was assuming he liked that idea.
“You want it?”
“Yes, please.”
“Keep your legs up and spread those cheeks for me.”
“Um.”
“Use your hands to hold yourself open for me,” I said.
His hands connected with his ass hard enough a softslapechoed in the room. Then he was pulling his cheeks apart.
“Fuck, Jules.” I stared at his hole hungrily.
It was tight and pink and so perfect, winking at me as he kept his legs up and open for me.
“So fucking sexy.” I slid my hands up his thighs, helping him keep his legs up, then lowered my mouth and ran my tongue over his entrance.
“Holy shit!” he squeaked, his body jerking. “Shit!”
He tasted like sweat and skin, and I fluttered my tongue over his rim, making sure to keep the contact light and feathery.
“Ash. So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His words spurned me on, and soon I was eating his hole like a man starved. Sucking, licking, spearing my tongue as deep inside him as I could.
His legs shook under my hands, his ass cheeks clenching and quivering as I teased him.
The broken moans and bitten-off words falling from his lips were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.
I thrust my hips, my cock rock hard and dripping on the blanket, desperate for some relief.
“Under the pillow.”
“What?” Jules asked.
“Under the pillow. Grab the lube. I stuck it there earlier.”
He chuckled and let go of his ass with one hand and dug under the pillow next to him. “It’s almost like you planned this.”
“Always be prepared.”
“Now who’s the Boy Scout,” he muttered.
I took the lube from him and popped the top. “I never did scouts either.”
“Guess we’re just—holy shit!”
I pulled my tongue out of his hole and slicked up my fingers with some of the lube.
“Ready?” I teased his rim, playing with the outside as I slicked him up.
“So fucking ready, Ash.”