I laughed. “And I’d let you, as long as I got to worship yours too.”
Except we both knew that would never be an option. It was nothing but a fantasy.
He paused. “More?”
I shivered. “Please.”
He took me into his mouth, his head bobbing as he sucked my cock, my hand resting lightly on the back of his head. I knew he’d gone a little too far when he gagged.
I lifted his chin with my fingers. “You don’t have to go so deep.”
He stared at me, his eyes and lips wet, his cheeks red. “But… I want to. I want to unravel you, the way you unraveled me.”
My breathing was shallow. “You did that with your first kiss.”
He surged up into my arms, and we were kissing again, reaffirming our connection, deepening it.
Maybe it was time to deepen it further.
I cupped his jaw. “You’ve got my cock ready. It’s time I did the same with your hole.”
“But I don’t want to stop,” he protested.
“You don’t have to.” I shuffled back on the bed until I was lying on it. “If you sit astride my face, looking toward my feet, you can still suck me, but your ass will be right where I want it.”
He bit his lip. “This sounds complicated. I might need diagrams.” We both laughed. Then he swung around, shuffling back until he was kneeling above me. “Like this?”
“Just like that. Maybe make your knees a little wider?”
He leaned forward, his hand curled around my shaft. “Like this?”
I shuddered when I felt his warm, wet mouth enclose the head. “Perfect.” I stroked his firm ass cheeks. “Now, the trick is to keep sucking.”
He twisted to stare at me. “Why would I want to stop?”
I bit my lip. “Well, you’re going to be a little distracted.” I spread his cheeks, revealing his tight pucker, and licked a path over it.
“Alittledistracted?” A full-body shudder coursed through him. “This is a thing? Guysdothis?”
“You’ve never watched porn? Do you even know what that is?”
“Of course I do. And no, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” I rubbed my thumb over his hole.
He shuddered again. “I thought if I started, I might not stop. In case you haven’t realized, I have kind of an obsessive personality. I give everything one hundred percent. And the last thing I wanted was for my time to get eaten up with me being glued to a screen, watching other men enjoy what I couldn’t.”
I knew he was right. It would have amounted to torture.
“You’re a wise man. And besides, you don’t need porn now—you have me.” I smiled. “Do you really want to discuss this, or would you rather skip the lecture and head straight to the practical part?”
He chuckled, and the next moment he gave my dick a good hard suck.
“Oh God, you’re good at that.”
Santa took me deeper, moaning around my shaft and sending trickles of electricity zinging through me.
Such talent required a suitable reward.