God, I loved it when he used my name during sex. Hearing it in that lust-drenched voice was everything.
I resumed licking him, teasing him with my tongue as I pushed one finger inside him.
“Holy goddamn fucking shit, that feels good,” he moaned.
I chuckled against his skin. I loved how vocal he was. How he never shied away from letting me hear how much he was enjoying things.
Once I had him nice and ready with one finger, I slipped in a second.
“Fuck. Ash. You have big fingers.” He huffed out a laugh. “Matches your big ass dick.”
“I mean, you have one too.” I gave his hole one last lick, then moved onto my knees, two fingers in his ass and the other hand wrapped around his leaking shaft.
“Maybe one of these days you’ll let me take a turn.”
“Is that something you want?” I stroked him slowly as I thrust my fingers inside him at a gentle pace.
I’d never entertained the thought before, but the idea of having Jules top me, getting to experience what he did, was appealing.
“I think so?” He arched his back and moaned as I dragged my finger over his prostate. “You’re definitely missing out if you’ve never played around back there.”
“Sure looks like it.” I dropped a kiss on his inner thigh, then sat up. “I’d let you if you wanted to. Top me, I mean.”
“Yeah?” His eyes glittered as he bit his bottom lip.
“Yeah. I mean, we can’t let this dick go to waste.” I squeezed his base. He gasped, grabbed his knees, and pulled his legs even farther apart.
“Fuck. Now I’m picturingthat,and you’re playing with my prostate like it’s a light switch. I’m so not going to last.” He groaned loudly, his stomach tensing.
“We can’t have that.” I angled my fingers so they wouldn’t hit his sweet spot. “Better?”
“Yeah. Shit.”
“Ready for three?”
He nodded, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed a perfect pink.
I stroked his cock and slowly pushed three fingers in.
He hissed in a breath when I breached him, his eyes closing as he moaned.
“God, Jules. You’re so beautiful right now. All spread out and perfect.” I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to calm my nerves.
I was so hard, so ready, just from teasing him. I needed to either slow things down or get inside him.
“How do you want it?” I gently pulled my fingers out of him.
“Like this. Want to be able to see you.”
“Fuck.” I wiped my fingers on the bed and sat back on my heels. I gripped my cock hard in an attempt to stave off my orgasm.
His dick was as hard as iron in my hand, the shaft pink and the head nearly purple. Streaks of precum rolled down his skin.
“Condom,” I said hoarsely, motioning to the pillow.
He stuck his hand under it and felt around.
“Shit. It’s not there.”