Page 20 of Up All Night
“Not…” I trailed off as he indeed found a ticklish spot at the base of my ribs and another under my left arm. “Hey!”
“Objections, Captain?” He raised a thick eyebrow.
“No.” I’d put up with his teasing if it meant not having to think.
“Right answer.” Denver rewarded me with a leisurely lick down the center of my chest before capturing a nipple in his mouth. My nipples were small, pink, and, up until that exact second, an afterthought when it came to pleasure zones.
“Oh wow.” I sucked in a breath and arched my chest to invite more of the warm, wet heat. Mercifully not calling me on my attempts to direct him, Denver upped the ante, alternately sucking and scraping lightly with his teeth.
“Jesus, you’re responsive.” His tone was full of approval and a bit of awe. “Try not to come.”
“I’m notthatclose,” I protested, only to whimper when a warm breath gusted across my straining cock, which had already painted a wet stripe on my belly. “Okay. Point taken.”
I’d said many prayers in my life, for serious and trivial matters both, but none more fervent than the plea to the heavens that Denver suck my cock next.
And he did, mouth skillfully descending over my cock, making my whole body bow upward. “Holy shit.”
“No coming.” He paused to give me an authoritative glare. Damn, but I wanted to please this man. Not merely following his directions but earning his praise and approval. If that meant clamping back on my rising need to come, then so be it.
“I won’t.” My hamstrings burned and my heels dug into the mattress. But no way did I want to miss a second of this delicious torture. His mouth was warmer and softer than I’d expected, and the friction of his tongue provided electric sparks I felt everywhere, from my balls to the back of my neck. “More.”
“I decide.” And just like that, the amazing pleasure retreated as Denver raised his head. He trailed his hands down my legs and back up, ruffling my leg hair and sending more electricity throughout my already-revved body. Holding my gaze, he repositioned himself between my legs.
“Uh…” My abs tensed despite my deep breaths.
“Relax. I set the pace, remember?” Denver stroked my legs again, softer this time.
“Yeah.” Closing my eyes, I released another deliberate exhale.Trust.I trusted Denver, and whatever was coming next would be good. He might be big and powerful and excellent at taking charge, but he wouldn’t push me too far, too fast.
Hands remaining on my legs, Denver gently pushed them up and back. I opened my eyes as he arranged himself on his stomach, my legs on his shoulders, his face and mouth level with?—
“Oh Jesus.” One would think with all the rimming I’d seen in porn that I would have been more prepared. Wrong. It was sexy to watch, but more often than not, I fast-forwarded to the good stuff. “I had no idea…”
“We’re just getting started.” Denver chuckled, breath warm against my ass before he licked a broad stripe down the seam of my ass. Turned out, this was the good stuff, his strong hands holding my ass, a hint of stretch that made everything more intense, his agile tongue exploring my rim, which apparently had far more nerve endings than my nipples.
What a day for discoveries. A laugh escaped my chest, more glee than nerves, but Denver glanced up anyway. “This okay?”
“More than.” My laughter turned to moans as he rimmed me with unexpected gusto. Thank goodness for my post-shift shower. One less thing to worry about. And the newness of having someone’s mouththerequickly morphed into a cascade of sensations. Denver licked and teased and used the barest hint of teeth in ways that had me near keening. “God. God.”
Thinking became optional and then impossible as all I could do was try to ride the waves of pleasure. I was a tiny boat with a tsunami approaching. Hell, if I wanted to stop. Even when Denver added a finger to his teasing, all I wanted was more. Curiosity about penetration became an undeniable need. His little circles and glancing touches were nowhere near enough.
“More,” I demanded roughly. Thankfully, Denver didn’t take the opportunity to rebuke me, instead sitting up to root around in a nearby wicker nightstand with decorative bins for drawers.
“I’ve got you.” He pulled out a tube of lube. Holding my gaze, he slicked his fingers, making a show of rubbing the clear liquid around. Undoubtedly, he was also giving me a chance to object, but rather than nerves, all I felt was desire. I’d never been more turned on in my life, even before he started teasing my rim. When he slowly pressed a finger in, I made an almost inhuman noise.
“Oh.” I drew the word out so long my throat strained. His finger retreated, then pushed in again, deeper this time. My cock pulsed, breath coming far too rapidly. “Wait?—”
“Breathe.” Denver immediately went still, gentling his tone and going so far as to inhale and exhale as if to show me what to do. “It gets easier.”
He’d stayed kneeling after grabbing the lube, and his tense crouch made the big guy look ready to leap into battle. On my behalf, which was damn humbling.
“Not painful.” I bit out the words because even without movement, the pressure made every nerve ending between my ass and cock sing. “Too much. Too close.”
“Damn.” Denver whistled before resuming finger-fucking me with slow, deliberate passes. “You arefunwith that quick trigger of yours.”
Fun was hardly the word I’d use, but he seemed almost gleeful about getting me to detonate early again. In fact, he picked up speed, going deeper with each thrust until he was firmly nudging my prostate. My ab muscles went from tense to quivering and my breath came in little gasps. My cock ached, but I didn’t dare let go of the headboard to reach for it. But even without a hand on my dick, my lungs burned from forcing myself away from the urge to race toward climax.
“I might come.” My voice was thready, and I flexed my hands against the metal bars of the headboard, seeking something, anything to root myself.