Page 7 of Oliver
“How do you want me?” he asks, stopping by the side of the bed and looking back at me. His cock is straining, slick with our precum and it glistens in the low light of the room, making my own cock twitch at the sight. He seems slightly hesitant, and I don’t know why.
“You sure about this?” I ask, and he nods, so I say, “any way you want is fine with me, beautiful.”
He climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees. “How’s this?” he asks.
I lick my lips as I move closer. God, that’s a gorgeous ass. Round and full, and begging to be filled, to be used. “Good,” I say, then climb on behind him and press kisses to his spine, making him shiver. “You seem a little nervous, handsome. You sure you’re okay?”
He nods. “Yes, I…just, go slow. And be gentle.”
My lips leave his naked skin and I ask, “You ever bottomed before?” He shakes his head. “You’re in for a treat, then, sweetheart. And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. You’re safe with me.”
He nods, and I continue to press kisses down the length of his spine until I reach his perky ass cheeks and begin to nibble and lick on the taught globes. He gasps and I hear his breath picking up as I grip his hips and suck on his ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” he cries, and my cock jerks, precum leaking onto the sheets below me.
“Mmm, you taste good, London,” I purr, before spreading his cheeks and blowing on his hole. He jerks and swears again and I grin. “You like that?”
He nods and I grin wider. I blow on his hole one more time, making him spasm, before I say, “Lower your top half onto the mattress, gorgeous.” He does and I groan as his gorgeous pucker flutters, practically asking me to suck and lick on it, to fuck it.Fuck, yes. I lean in and lick a stripe from his taint up to his hole, and he bucks.
“Christ,” he almost shouts, and it’s a really good thing my roommates are out.
I chuckle, then grip his hips tighter and repeat the action a few more times, making him squirm and let out a series of curses, before I slide my tongue into his hole.
“Fuck,” he cries, and I have to grip him tighter to keep him from moving away as I tongue fuck him. God he’s delicious. His sounds have my cock throbbing and I feel him shaking as he mewls.
“Shit, I can’t,” he whimpers. “Please.” I slide my tongue out of him and wipe the saliva off my chin. His body is quaking and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Fuck, I almost came,” he groans, catching his breath.
“Would that be so bad?” I tease, and he looks back at me over his shoulder.
“I want to come with you inside me,” he says, and God, yes, I want that too. Want to feel his hole clenching around me, choking my cock while he releases.
I press a few more kisses to his lower back and ass before I say, “Roll over. I want to see you when I fuck you.” His cheeks pinken, but he does as I ask, and God, the sight of him staring up at me, face flushed, sweat beaded on his chest and forehead, hair a mess makes me groan. I grip his knees and shove them apart a bit more, then slide between them and hover over him. I’ve never fucked any of my other hook ups this way. I always took them from behind because it was less intimate, and that’s how I wanted it. Just a transaction. But I can’t help but feel like whatever this is, it’s more. I lower my lips to his and kiss him again. He’s staring at me when I pull away. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper. I feel his cock jerk against my stomach ashis face flushes again, and I moan. He likes that. He likes to be complimented. To be told he’s beautiful, good, sexy.
I kiss him again, deeper this time, and he moans into my mouth. I feel his legs spreading wider and lifting, his knees brushing against my arms. “You want my cock, gorgeous?” I ask, pulling away.
“Please,” he says. I kiss him and then sit back.
“Lift your hips,” I instruct. He does, and I grab the pillow next to him and shove it under his ass, elevating him slightly. “Now, spread those pretty legs for me again, baby,” I say. His cock jerks again as more precum leaks out.
“That’s it,” I praise, when I see that pretty pucker once again, fluttering eagerly. I grab the lube from the nightstand and slick my fingers up, then I slide closer and tap my finger at his entrance, making him gasp. “That feel good?” I say. He nods, but doesn’t speak.
“Talk to me, beautiful. Use your words, or you don’t get my cock.”
“Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck, yes, it feels good. Please, don’t stop.”
I grin and press against his hole a second time, then circle the gorgeous pucker a few times, before sliding my middle finger inside him. He lets out the most incredible moan and throws his head back, his neck muscles strained as his ass clenches around my finger, his thighs spasming.
“Fuck,” he cries, as I move inside him. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I chuckle. “You haven’t seen anything yet, handsome.” I slide out and he fucking whimpers, his head lifting as he stares at me. I slick my fingers up again and then slide back inside him, two this time. His hips buck as he cries out.
“Shit!” He’s breathing heavier now and more sweat breaks out across his upper body.
“Open your eyes,” I tell him. “I want to look at you while I finger fuck this pretty little hole.”
He stares at me, and nods. I scissor my fingers and he mewls. “It burns a little.”
“Should I stop?” I ask, my fingers stalling inside him. He shakes his head vehemently.