“Oh, Beck, that’s… whoa. Do it again.”
I dragged my tongue down, back over his hole. He jerked up again, moaning this time.
“Keep going, Beck. Please.”
Every time Oliver said “please” to me, it felt like hitting the turbo button on a race car. It did something to me that I couldn’t explain.
I swirled my tongue around his tight hole, before I spat down into it, getting it dripping wet. And then I stuffed my face with him, swirling and sucking and tonguing. Oliver couldn’t sit still as moans were ripped from his chest. He was white-knuckling my chair as I continued to eat him out. I started having a difficult time holding his legs up with all his movement.
I slipped my tongue in and he almost shot off the chair. I looked up, past his hard cock, and locked eyes with a dizzy-looking Oliver. He had a couple of drops of sweat beading across his forehead.
“Don’t stop” was all he said, and it was all I needed.
I probed again with my tongue, opening him and sending him straight to the stratosphere. His legs fell from my hands and landed on my shoulders. He squeezed his calves around my head as I came up for a breath.
“Fuck, Oliver.”
Forget about bottoming tonight. I had to have Oliver. I needed to sink into him. I could feel how ready he was, how willing he was. I could tell his body wanted it as badly as mine.
“I want to fuck you.” I kissed his leg, nibbled on the skin.
“Yes, Beck, yes. Fuck me. Please, put it in. I want to feel you inside me.”
I stood, bending my knees so that I could line myself up with Oliver. My cock pulsed in the air as I held on to my base, pressing my head against Oliver’s opening. I spat, rubbing the saliva over my cock.
Oliver and I had already gotten tested and talked about condomless sex. I pressed myself against him, feeling his tight ring opening to receive me. He took in a deep breath as I pushed in harder, stretching him. His heat encapsulated me. It made my very neurons melt in pleasure and ecstasy.
He was silky soft and so fucking tight. I rocked my hips forward, teasing him with only half of me. He pushed back, pleading without any words, using only his body. I could feel him tighten around me, pulling me in deeper.
I pulled out, my head coming out with a pop. Oliver groaned loudly, his back arched even more, his ass opening for me.
I plunged in again, this time sinking myself in to the balls. Oliver’s shout filled my living room. For a second I feared I had hurt him, but the bliss-filled moan that quickly followed told me he was good.
Then, he told me himself: “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Beckham.”
I placed a hand on his lower back, and I started to rock into him, fucking him without abandon. Our loud grunts and animal-like sounds were competing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. His entire body felt like putty underneath me. He was holding on to the arms of the chair, his head down into the seat, his ass working my cock like a bucking bull. I leaned back and let him bounce on it, watching myself slide in and out of his hole, his ass cheeks clapping against me.
“I’m going to come,” I said, my voice a rocky growl.
“Do it. Give it to me.”
Oliver continued to bounce back on my cock. I slapped the pale globe, a sharp sound ringing through the air, his ass shaking with the impact. He whimpered and moaned and asked for another.
My balls tightened, ready to explode. He slowed down, still keeping me inside him. I slapped his other cheek, my pink handprint showing up almost immediately. Another whimper and then another “please.”
I gave it to him and then grabbed his ass, kneading the tender muscle with my fingers. His words were jumbled as he slid back and enveloped me inside him.
It was enough to make me blow. I grunted like some kind of animal and let myself unload, shooting deep inside of Oliver. I could feel him coming, too, his body spasming, his hole tightening around me, pulling out every last drop.
I took a deep breath and leaned down. I kissed the back of Oliver’s neck. We both chuckled, our bodies flooded with endorphins. It felt like my brain had been replaced by a big bowl of custard.
I pulled out of Oliver. He turned and kissed me, both of us grinning like buffoons as we went to go clean up.
As Oliver toweled off in the bathroom, his blue eyes catching mine and glowing underneath the bright white lights, I found myself hit with such a strong thought that bloody well almost knocked me off my feet.
God, I’d do anything in the world for this man.
25Oliver Brightly