Page 48 of Breaking Free
He attacks with more confidence than he’s ever had. He captures my face between his hands, plunging his tongue into my mouth with a deep moan. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight against my body as our tongues tangle and twirl before he sucks mine like he’s giving it a blowjob.
I push my underwear down, stepping out of them before dropping to the bed, sprawling out for his viewing pleasure. I stroke my length with two languid movements. “Your turn.”
He strips, his beautiful cock springing free and pointing at me. “Fuck, you look good,” he says.
With a grin and another stroke, I say, “I taste even better.”
Without missing a beat, he climbs onto the bed, crawling between my legs and looking up at me with sparkling green eyes. “I do enjoy this part,” he says with a small grin.
“Sucking dick?”
“Suckingyourdick,” he clarifies, reaching out to wrap his fingers around me. “I like the way you fuck my mouth.”
“Mm.” I release a gravelly moan. “You want me to fuck your mouth?”
He looks at my dick, his thumb grazing over the tip and smearing the pre-cum across my crown. When his eyes flicker to mine again, he swipes his lip with his tongue. “I do.”
With lightning fast speed, I get up and stand near the bed. “Come here then. Sit on the edge and open wide.”
When he does it with eager excitement, I hold his chin between my thumb and forefinger, bending down to kiss him.
“You’re fucking perfect.”
Straightening up, I cradle his head and slide my cock into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks, sucking me deep, and I begin with slow, long strokes, allowing him to swirl his tongue around my crown before I slide back in.
When I start moving faster and deeper, his cries of pleasure grow. He slurps around my cock, and then his hand goes to his erection, stroking vigorously.
“You love having your mouth fucked, don’t you?” I say, knowing he won’t answer with words, but a garbledmmhmmis good enough for me.
“Move back for me,” I say, getting him to lie on his back while I crawl over him.
In the sixty-nine position, I brace myself over him in a way that allows me to move my hips and fuck his mouth while also taking his length into my mouth.
He moans something I can’t make out, but I don’t stop. I take him all the way to the edge before I ease away, not ready for him to come yet.
I kneel next to him. “How’s your throat?”
He grins with swollen lips. “It’s holding up.”
“Good. You got lube in here?”
“Yeah. Top drawer,” he says, gesturing to his nightstand.
Once I have the lube, I settle between his legs, pour some into my hand and slowly massage some around his entrance while I suck him into my mouth.
He gasps and curses, his hand going to my head.
While I blow him, I gradually slide a fingertip inside his tight hole. I keep my movements slow and gentle, allowing him time to adjust before attempting anything more.
When he starts bearing down on my finger, I ask, “Think you can handle another finger?”
Trevor grips his hair at the root. “Yeah.”
With another generous pour of lube, I get two fingers halfway in and pause, giving him time to relax. As a distraction, I wrap my lips around his cock again, stroking it with my free hand before beginning to move my fingers around his ass.
It takes a little while, but eventually, I’m able to thrust two fingers in and out with relative ease, while also taking his dick to the back of my throat.
He’s a jumble of noises and hard breaths, his body tensing and squirming while he grips my hair. I curl my fingers up while they’re deep in his ass, seeking his prostate.