Page 149 of His Secret

“I’ll be right back.”

I go and grab the lube from the end table, bringing it back with me. His perfect peach shaped ass teases me, stretching the white cotton material. I caress it again, squeezing the flesh in my hand.

Before I lube my fingers up and start fingering him, I have to taste him. I need my tongue to explore the area first. I need my fill.

Behind him, I tug down the material just enough to expose his hole to me, then I lean over the bottom half of the chair and bury my face between his cheeks.

“Oh, god,” he moans.

I lick upward before twirling my tongue around his entrance. I keep him spread open with my hands as I taste every part of him. I lick across his taint, teasing his balls with the tip of my tongue before journeying back to his hole. I prod at it gently before downright attempting to fuck him with my tongue. I push in as far as I can, moving my hands tohis hips where I pull him back. When I die, I want to be suffocated while tongue-fucking his ass.

“Oh, god. Matías. Fuck.” He moans between gasps. “So good. Oh, my god.”

He begins moving, grinding his cock into the chair as I devour him.

I pull away to look at his glistening hole, then I bring my hand down on his right cheek, the sound reverberating in the room.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Yes.”

“Keep grinding into the chair,” I tell him, reaching for the lube.

After coating my fingers, I spread some around his entrance before sliding inside.

“Oh, yes,” he moans, voice shuddering.

“I want to come inside you.”

“Yes,” he agrees quickly.

“I want to be inside you. Bare. Nothing between us.”

His hips continue to rock, giving him friction on his cock while fucking himself on my fingers. “Okay,” he pants.

I smirk, because I think I have him so blissed out, he’d agree to anything.

I stop moving my fingers, and place a hand on his back, stilling him.

“Adrian. I was tested just a couple weeks ago. I’m negative. I’m assuming you were only with your wife and that you’re also free of any?—”

“Yes,” he says quickly, trying to move again. “Yes, I want you inside me.”

“Stand up,” I tell him, removing my fingers from his ass.

He lets out a small whimpery groan, but he stands.

“Finish undressing me.”

Without hesitation, and with a scrape of his teeth across his bottom lip, he unbuttons the deep maroon vest I have on, gracelessly shoving it off my shoulders before nearly ripping every button off my black button-up shirt. I get out of my shoes while he unfastens my pants, shoving them down my legs.

“In a rush?” I ask with a quirk of my lips.

He nods. “Yes.” Then he pulls down my boxer-briefs, freeing my erection.

His tongue darts across his lips, eyes flickering up at me for permission. For an order.

I take hold of the leash and tug him into me. “Remove your underwear.”

He shimmies out of them, staying close to me. With a hand on his jaw, I lean in and kiss him, sliding my tongue between his lips to dance with his. Then I pull away, the chain in my hand as I direct him to the bed.