Page 73 of The Quirky Vet
He smiles. "I'm fucking sure."
Keeping my legs in place, he scooches down, his hot breath wafting over my cheeks.
I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing. In all the times I've fingered myself or used a dildo, this has always been my secret go-to fantasy. There's just something so hot and primal about rimming.
I can't wait to find out what it feels like.
The second Fitz's tongue swipes between my cheeks, I melt. Like, full-on, full-body melt. And as he keeps going, running his tongue up and down my taint, the sizzling sensation radiates throughout my entire body.
He stops for a moment, strengthens his grip on my legs, and then lands his tongue directly on my hole.
"Fuuuuck!"
His lips, his tongue, even the skin around his mouth, feel incredible as he munches away down there, and I'm powerless to do anything but enjoy it.
After a while, he lowers my legs, my feet finding the mattress. I look down at him. He's still eating my hole and jacking himself off while he's doing it.
He finds my hand and moves it to my hard cock. I start jerking myself off, too. I give it a few pulls, and fuck, I'm so turned on, I'm way closer than I realised.
"Getting close," I murmur.
Fitz keeps lapping at my hole, but I can see his eyes darting up every few strokes, like he wants to see me come.
I straighten my legs out and spread them wide on the bed to give him a clearer view. His lips and tongue are working overtime on me, and my hand is a blur as I fist my cock. "Oh, fuck. Gonna come!"
My hips buck into the air, and my cock sprays all over my abs and chest. Fitz slows his movements before coming to a complete stop. He lifts his head, smiles devilishly, and then runs his tongue straight through the middle of my sticky mess.
He lets out a strangled moan, and his body starts to shake. It takes me a second to realise what's happening—he's coming.
"Did you just come while licking my load?"
"Yeah. I did." He smacks his lips together. "There's something about your taste, Muir. It does things to me."
I pat the bed next to me.
He scooches up, and I kiss him, my salty aftertaste fresh on his lips. I don't think I've ever felt this happy and safe in my life.
I'm looking for a way to take advantage of that special magic-hour glow. "Do something funny," I instruct, while safely tucked behind my phone. "Or sexy."
"Like what?" Fitz shakes his head. "Take my shirt off right now on this crowded boardwalk?"
"That's the best idea you've had all day," I tease.
"Not happening," he says, uncharacteristically declining a chance to strip off. I mean, we are in a bustling city surrounded by fully clothed people, so that's probably why.
He walks closer to the river, and I zoom in on his arse, which looks fucking amazing in his jorts. But oops, this is meant to be TikTok-friendly, so I tilt the camera up, capturing the expanse of his shoulders and the mess of his dark hair. Well, shit. No matter what I do or where I aim the damn camera, I'm forced to take in every detail of his ruggedly handsome features.
Poor me.
"I've got an idea," he says over his shoulder, beckoning me to come closer with a wave.
I scurry over to him, and when he kneels down at the edge of the boardwalk by the river, I do the same.
He looks into the camera, flashes a megawatt smile, then says, "I'm here in Brissie, hanging out by the Story Bridge and Brisbane River, or as it's locally known, the "Brown Snake" due to its winding shape and murky waters. It may not look like much, but this river is actually home to a diverse range of wildlife, including the iconic Australian pelican, various species of fish, and there's even been the occasional sighting of bull sharks. Mangroves lineparts of the river, providing a habitat for crabs, birds, and small mammals. Which just goes to show, not all brown things are shhhhh." He smiles at me. "Can't sayshiton TikTok but you can do one of your fancy fade crossover things that you do."
"I was already thinking that."
"Cool."