I pull back, my hands going to his waistband as I shove his pants down his strong thighs. His beautifully hard cock springs free, and his blazing, heavy gaze never leaves my face as he strokes himself slow and even. Once I’ve ridden him of his pants, I remove my own, tossing them both in a pile on the floor before returning my hands and mouth to his body where they belong.
His hand continues working his length while I place open-mouthed kisses on the inside of his thighs. My tongue darts out, swiping a lick over his sac, pulling a gasp from him.
“Anderson.” His voice is rough, his eyes full of unmistakable hunger.
My heart beats violently in my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted—no,needed—anything more than I need all of him right now. He is the oxygen I need to survive. The blood pumping through my veins.
Replacing his hand with mine, I grip the base of his cock and wrap my lips around the glistening, swollen tip. An involuntary groan sounds from deep in my chest as his salty, masculine flavor coats my tastebuds.
My hand strokes his hot, smooth shaft eagerly as my tongue twirls teasingly, paying special attention to the sensitive underside. I move my other hand to toy and tug on his balls, and his response is the sexiest fucking moan. A sound that I’ll be working for more of. As my mouth sinks down farther on his cock, I revel in the heavy feel of him and the taste of his arousal on my tongue.
“Fuck,that feels good.” His praise gives me the confidence to keep going, taking him deeper, until my gag reflex kicks in, and I have to back off some.
My dick is rock solid and aching as my hips rut into the bed, seeking friction, but it’s not enough. I need to feel him. All of him. All around me. Need to be inside him, owning him while he obliterates everything I thought I knew.
He must feel the same way, because as he sits up on his forearms and looks down at me with a lecherous gaze, he says, “More.Please give me more.”
His plea douses the flames pillaging through my body, making them roar higher, hotter.
“What do you want?” My voice comes out huskier than I’ve ever heard it, infused with gravel and lust.
Eyes locked with mine, his hand wraps around his cock again, stroking long and calculated, and he pulls his bottom lip between his sharp, white teeth. “I want you to fuck me.”
Those words from his perfect mouth crash into me like a tidal wave, washing over me and leaving goosebumps in their wake. My pulse erratically thumps, blood pounding in my ears, as my mouth dries. “Have you ever done that before?”
“Not with a man, no.”
“But you’re sure?”
He nods, his strokes never faltering, and his lip curls into a sexy little smirk. “Please,” he whimpers, and far be it from me to deny him any-fucking-thing when he asks so sweetly.
I climb over him, my mouth colliding with his, as my tongue spears between his parted lips. His hand flies up to fist the hair on the back of my head, opening his mouth wider and deepening the kiss, while the other snakes down and fists my cock. My hips thrust into his palm instinctively, dying for more.
Switching up, he adds his cock to the mix, jacking us both at the same time as my tongue fucks his mouth. The feeling is incredible, and his body trembles under mine as the grip he has on us tightens. Pulling back, he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips. “You have lube?”
“Yeah.”
“Grab it. And a condom.”
Holy fuck. We’re doing this.
Climbing off the bed, I quickly cross the room and open the drawer at my desk, grabbing a condom and the bottle of lube I keep in there. My eyes close for a second, inhaling a deep breath into my lungs, before turning around and sauntering back over to him as if nerves don’t cling to every inch of my body.
I’ve watched enough gay porn over the last few months to know what to do, but that does nothing to appease my shaky hands and pounding heart. Especially when Crew is stroking himself, looking like the epitome of sex.
My body blankets him once more, my lips pressing down on his for a few soft kisses. His taste and scent calms my frantic nerves, as always. Cracking open the cap, I pour a generous amount of lube on my fingers, trailing them behind his balls, along his taint, until they reach his tight hole.
My fingers massage around the hole firmly before adding pressure, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Crew inhales sharply, bearing down on my finger while he strokes himself. Slowly, I slide a second finger in, scissoring them, working him open. When I crook my finger and graze his prostate, his eyes widen and a guttural groan erupts from his chest.
The tip of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and unable to help myself, my tongue swipes out, licking it up, continuing to thrust in and out of him with my fingers. I withdraw and add more lube, going back in with three digits this time. Every time my fingers hit that sweet spot inside him, he pants and moans, incoherent words flying from his mouth.
He looks stunning right now, writhing on my fingers, working his cock with his tight fist. Sweat beads on his chest and forehead, his skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink, and his strong jaw is slack as his heavy eyes fight to stay open.
And the sounds coming from him? They’re enough to make me come before I even get inside him.
“Anderson.” His voice is breathy and strained, and I swear my dick gets harder. “Please. I’m ready. Ineedyou.”
Reaching for the condom, I rip the foil open with my teeth and roll the rubber on until I’m fully sheathed. After I slather my cock with a generous amount of lube, I align myself, looking up at him.