Or are these feelings genuinely new?
My mind flashes back to yesterday. The bathroom. Crew on his knees, taking my cock down his throat like he was made to do it.
Fuck.
That was unlike any experience I’ve ever had. It was thrilling, sexy, fucking addicting. Being in control like that, possessing the power… I want more of it.
A lot more.
Forcing my mind back to the present, I turn on some music and whip up some waffle mix.Simple Manby Shinedown sounds softly through the speakers in the kitchen. I get lost in my own thoughts, making the waffles, cutting up some fruit, and frying the bacon, that I don’t notice Crew coming into the kitchen until he’s right next to me.
“Hey, man. G’morning.”
“Morning,” he responds, voice thick with sleep.
“Hungry?”
“Mmmm, yeah. I could eat.” He adjusts his morning wood, my eyes following the movement. Between the sight of his hard dick and the raspiness of his voice, my cock perks up.
Which is ridiculous.
He clears his throat, my gaze dragging up from his crotch to his face, where he has a cocky, sleepy smirk on his lips. He knows full well what’s going through my mind right now. His eyes travel shamelessly down my body before landing back on my face. “You look pretty hungry, too. Famished, really.”
“You know what? I am. What do you think I should do about it?”
“Whatever you want to do.” His eyes fuckinggleamas he bites his lip, leaning against the counter, almost like he wants to see how far I’ll take this. Howin controlI can be.
Well, challenge fucking accepted.
My eyes drift to the table behind him, an idea forming in my mind that pulls a wicked grin across my face. “Clothes off. Lie down on the table.”
His eyebrows lift in surprise, but he strips down, nonetheless, climbing onto the table and lying down. As he props himself up on his elbows, a shit-eating grin takes over his face. The surprise at my instruction is evident, but so is his undeniable arousal. His cock is hard as steel, the tip glistening with pre-cum, and his nipples are hard little pebbles.
Glancing around, I grab the syrup, whipped cream, and caramel, making my way over to the table.
“What the hell are you doing with all that?” he asks, amusement lacing his tone.
“Well, you said it yourself. I’m fucking famished, and what better way to fix that than feast on my favorite snack… You.”
My pulse kicks up and my mouth waters, watching his hooded eyes darken and his thighs fall open, giving me a perfect view ofeverything. Eliminating the distance between us, my body is positioned in between his open legs, and I can hardly keep myself from pouncing on him like a fucking animal.
Popping the cap to the syrup open, I turn it upside down, letting the tiniest drizzle pour down onto his weeping cock. Bending over, the flat of my tongue licks a hot, wet trail up his length, cleaning up the sticky mess of the syrup on my way. His head drops back, a gasp falling from his lips that goes straight to my crotch.
My tongue twirls around his tip before my lips enclose around it, hollowing my cheeks, and sucking. The sweetness from the syrup and the saltiness from his arousal mixes in my mouth, driving me wild with need.
Grabbing the whipped cream, I shake the can, spraying a considerate amount over his nuts before reaching for the caramel and drizzling some all over, letting a droplet drip down his crack.
“Mmm, baby boy. You look so goddamn delicious.”
“Fuckkk,” he rasps, lifting his head and watching my every move with lust-filled eyes.
I let my tongue dip out teasingly a few times, licking up some of the whipped cream. Crew is writhing beneath me, needing more than what I’m giving him. Trailing down, I swipe my tongue from his ass to the top of his taint, licking up all the excess caramel, relishing in the way he’s squirming and panting.
“Please,Anderson.”
“Please what?”
“More. I need fuckingmore.”