He popped the cap open, “I’ll manage,” and squeezed out a generous amount on my index and middle fingers.
Using the tip of my tongue, I followed the seam of his sac, followed along the ridge and when I got to the crown once more, I swallowed him as far as I could handle. I couldn’t deep throat quite like he could, but I could make it up to him in another way.
Using my slick middle finger, I ran it around the outer ring of his anus, then dipped it slightly inside, working the lube in and out until it was well distributed before my second finger joined the first.
“Chase.”
I loved hearing my name coming across his lips, especially with how he was moaning it. I challenged myself to get him to the point where he was chanting it mindlessly. Maybe even using it when he begged me to finish him off because I’d driven him to the point where he couldn’t take anymore.
My own cock flexed as I imagined hauling him to the peak of a mountain and shoving him over.
We’d get there.
With my mouth working the top half of his erection and my fist working the lower half, I sucked him as hard and as deep as I could while my two fingers worked in and out of him.
His hips drove up as my mouth sank down. His inner walls clenched and his ass rose with each stroke of my fingers over his prostate.
Teasing. Coaxing. Encouraging.
“Chase…”
I ignored his whimpered plea and continued on my quest to drive him out of his mind. To leave him on the bed totally drained and having to recover from how hard he came.
Keeping the plump crown in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the rim and swept away the continuous flow of precum caused by stimulating that magical, walnut-sized spot.
I didn’t let up, not even for a second. Not even when his fingers curled in my hair and he began pushing and pulling on my head, wanting to control my pace.
I let him.
This was all for him tonight. My goal was for him to feel wanted and to have no doubt how much I appreciated him. Words were simply not enough.
Using my own fist as a bumper, he couldn’t shove his cock too deep. When I glanced up, his eyes were still squeezed shut and his mouth moved as if he was talking but nothing was coming out.
A shock of desire surged through me from my scalp all the way to my toes. It was dangerous watching him. I was afraid that alone could make me explode.
I was conflicted. I needed to hurry this along so I didn’t come before I got to seat myself deep inside him, but I also didn’t want to rush. He deserved better than that.
Keep yourself together, Chase. For Rett.
I gave myself a pep talk, trying not to hear the sounds coming from the man I just wanted to flip over and drive my cock into. Trying not to see his reactions. Trying not to pay attention to the uncontrollable responses of his body.
I tried to ignore it all.
Impossible.
When Rett’s fingers dug into my scalp, almost to the point of pain, he started mumbling my name over and over until it all blended together.
Achieving the first part of my goal, I was ready to move on to the second.
I plunged my fingers in and out of his ass and sucked on his length as hard as I could, causing his hips to hop around.
“Chase…” came out on a ragged breath. “Chase…”
I didn’t want to take my mouth off him long enough to verbally encourage him to let go, so I repeated those words in my mind as quickly as he said my name.
Let go. Let go. Let go.
“Aaaah, shiiiiit,” he cried out. His hips shot up, almost dislodging my buried fingers, and hot, salty semen coated my tongue, filled my mouth. I almost failed to keep up with swallowing his non-stop coming.
When he was done, when he had nothing left to give, he melted back into the mattress and relaxed so much it was like he disappeared into the bed. With amusement, I realized he reminded me of one of those cartoon characters after it had been run over by a steamroller.
Once he finally let go of my head and gave me my freedom, I slowly withdrew my fingers and mouth. Staying on my now aching knees, I straightened and glanced at him sprawled across my bed.
If it wasn’t for his rapid breathing, I might have thought I sucked the life right out of him.
An impressive feat, if possible.
I was so damn hard that I ached and couldn’t wait to plunge into him, but clearly he needed a minute. I decided while he was recovering, I’d attempt slipping out of the room without waking the puppy or Timber, and head to the bathroom to wash my hands.