I let out a shout, my body bowing as I grabbed at his hair to steady myself.
Jules liked it when I played with his hair, especially when he was giving me head, and I carded my fingers through the soft strands as he went to town on me.
The blow job was messy and loud, all lips and spit and hands, but it was perfect, and my body tightened, my orgasm building like a storm after only a few minutes.
“Too much.” I guided him off my dick, panting and spent, even though we’d only just started. “You’ll make me come if you keep going.”
“Can’t have that.” He sat between my legs and ran his hands over my thighs. “You still want this?”
I nodded, looking him in the eye so he knew I meant it.
“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed me, the contact featherlight and fleeting.
He sat back up and wrapped his hands around the backs of my knees, then gently pushed my legs apart.
I let him, spreading them as wide as I could.
He was staring at me, hunger and naked lust in his eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot, Ash.”
“You too, babe. It’s all for you.”
“I like that.” He stroked my cock once. “Is this mine?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?” He dragged his finger over my taint, then slipped it between my cheeks and touched my hole.
I jerked like I’d been electrocuted. “Shit! Yes. All yours. Always yours.”
“Mmmmm.” He pumped my shaft a few times, then let go. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Now lift those legs so I can get my tongue in your ass.”
I yanked my knees up, holding them near my shoulders, as Jules lay down.
It felt strange to be in this position. Vulnerable and open. It wasn’t bad. Just different.
“Holy motherfucking shit!” I jerked as Jules licked my hole.
“Good, isn’t it?” He chuckled against my skin, his hot breath teasing my sensitive hole.
“So good.”
He fluttered his tongue over me.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d done a little exploring back there, mostly just poking around. I’d attempted to find my prostate, but the angle had been off, and it hadn’t felt all that great.
I’d been a bit worried that I wouldn’t enjoy this, considering how lackluster my attempts had been.
But this. This waseverything. Incredible. I couldn’t stop myself from writhing and trembling as Jules ate me out like a starving man at a buffet.
“Ready for my fingers?” He sat up, wiping spit from his chin. He rubbed my stomach with his free hand.
“So ready.”
“I like you like this.” He glanced around.
“I like you like this too. What are you looking for?”