Page 130 of Naughty November

He canted his hips, his head pressed back into the mattress, and pushed upward. I let him fuck my throat for a few seconds, then held his hips down and blew him at my pace. He was hard against my tongue, the bitter taste of his precum filling my mouth.

Fuck, was it normal for a man to leak so much precum? Or had he already come?

I released his cock and kissed down his taint. “I want you to spread for me, baby.”

He gave a pitiful moan but spread his legs wider. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under his hips. When he was angled just right, I blew against his hole.

“Kee, what are you doing?” he whispered.

“I told you. I’m going to work you up to taking my cock, starting with my tongue and fingers.” I spat on his hole and used my thumb to spread the saliva around. The tip of my thumb caught on his hole, and he gasped.

I gave him my tongue.

“Fuuck!” The word exploded out of Iggy.

That’s right, baby.

I covered his hole, licking and teasing his rim. His legs trembled on either side of my shoulders, so I delved deeper, pressing my tongue into the tight muscle. Lube made slipping my finger inside easier, and the heat around my digit was so intense I almost shot my load.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Iggy’s cries filled the room as I slowly got him used to me fingering him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

He sobbed. “So good. Please don’t stop. I want…I need…”

I knew exactly what he needed. I sucked his cock back into my mouth and shoved my middle finger up against his prostate. Finger fucking his ass while sucking his cock was sinful. His cries swelled. His legs twitched. His stomach clenched.

Ropes of cum spurted into my mouth. I kept massaging his prostate, milking and swallowing every drop. He collapsed back against the mattress with a moan, but I didn’t stop. I kissed down his taint, back to his hole, and started all over again.

SEVEN

IGGY

The handcuffs were new. For the past four days, Kieran had religiously worshiped my body, the evidence of which was all on tape. Except for the moments he deemed only for us—like the enemas and the aftercare when he held me against him, cleaned me up, distracted me with trivia questions, and put me to bed.

Never in a million years had I expected sex to be like this. Days and nights of endless torture. I’d never thought of my ass as sexy until Kieran fingered and kissed me there. Every day. For hours. Just his tongue and his fingers.

Now I craved it.

I craved him.

And it scared me because not once in the past four days had he come. Oh, I had. Messily. Loudly. Quietly. I’d come so many times I’d lost count. But he’d never let me reciprocate. I could kiss him. I could touch him, but he wouldn’t let me jack him off.

“Why do you look so serious?” Kieran entered the room, naked. I glowered at him. Why bother to get naked when he wasn’t using his cock, and I wasn’t allowed to touch it?

“I still don’t understand why I can’t touch you.”

He placed two dildos on the bed, a small, thin one, the other longer and fatter, though it still didn’t measure up to him fully erect.

“Hmm. I have a challenge for you.”

I perked up. “Yes?”

“If you can take this tonight”—he held up the bigger of the two silicone toys—“the next time you can come on my cock.”

Challenge accepted.

He started with kisses. He always did, but this time he trailed kisses from my feet to my mouth. I’d been lied to my whole life. Breathing wasn’t involuntary. If it were, I wouldn’t have forgotten how to inhale to the point I almost passed out from a lack of air. Kieran’s deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he nipped at my neck, leaving more love bites on my body. Whenever I looked at them, a thrill ran through me.