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“I didn’t come all this way for shitty news,” he says “I came to make out and fuck you to sleep. I stayed up all night to be able to sleep with you today.”
“You stayed up all night with Elodie?”
“No, she got smashed at The Lounge and passed out as soon as I steered her to bed.”
“And you did what?”
“Push-ups. Crunches. Worked on my cartwheels.”
A pure and genuine smile breaks across my face. Not sarcastic. Not grudging. Just…charmed.
I drag our faces closer and kiss him, hard. “Mmph,” is the sound he makes on impact.
“About my news…”
He shakes his head, eyes half-lidded, and shuts me up with another, deeper, longer kiss, during which, he crawls on top of me and pulls out all the stops to keep my mouth occupied with his tongue.
Giving in, I push down his sweats and grope his bare ass. He moves to kiss my neck, works my t-shirt up, and makes his way down my chest and abs. While he’s down there, I strip my shirt off the rest of the way and let him do his thing.
30
OLIVIER
Drew’s cock is leaking and stiff, but it’s velvet on my tongue. I take him to the root, grinding my chin on his balls, breathing the scent of his unruly pubes. They tickle my nose, and I fucking love it.
I also love what deep throating does to him. He goes all beast mode, holding my head down, forcing me to struggle to swallow his length. He bucks, too, not that he can get any deeper, but because he can’t help himself. “Fuck, that’s good…”
I force my head back, breaking his hold and popping off to see the wild desire in his eyes. And he wanted to tell me shitty news? No, thanks. This is much, much better.
“You gonna suck me to sleep or fuck me to sleep?”
“Fuck? Please?”
While I grab the lube and slather myself, Drew turns onto his stomach and hitches one knee up on the mattress. He gathers a pillow beneath his head and turns his face to the side to rest on it, eyes closed. Naked and perfectly made, his body is spread open for me.
I want to lick and suck every inch of it. Bending forward, I take a tentative taste of his hole. My own ass clenches with the idea of what it must feel like to have a wet tongue inside it.
Drew stiffens and holds his breath. I lick him again, slower this time, and then run the tip of my tongue in a circle around his entrance. He releases his breath with a body-wracking shudder. “What are you doing?” he mumbles sleepily, but not unhappily.
Rimming him? I think?
I seal my lips over his hole and suck before darting my tongue through the tight opening, and he groans. “Fuck, Olivier…”
I’m drooling and leaking, more turned on than when I was sucking his cock. He smells so damn good. He tastes even better. I get this is filthy, and there’s nothing dignified about having my tongue in someone’s ass at all, but fuck, I love the way he’s moaning and his hips are squirming. He humps the bed, and I grin as I make out with his surprisingly responsive ass.
“Jesus, fuck, Jesus… For someone with no marketable skills, you are so fucking good at everything.”
“I’m pretty sure I could make a lot of money with my tongue,” I say.
He lifts his hips like he wants more, and I give it to him. Lapping and licking and kissing and sucking, gathering my saliva and transferring it inside him with my tongue.
“What does it say about me that I could come from this?” he asks, but I assume it’s rhetorical. Massaging his ass while I bury my face between his cheeks, I greedily make out with his hole, relishing every sound of suffering that escapes his mouth. I usually get high compliments on my oral talents. I’ve mastered cunnilingus, blow jobs, and yes, I’d love to see if I can make him come like this, but I’m not sure I can stand it. He’s making me so hot I’m about to burst.
After one, final, lingering and slobbery kiss, I break away, dragging myself over him with my hands on his shoulders and sliding my cock easily inside. I still at the top of the first stroke as usual, waiting for us to adjust to that initial tight squeeze for me, and the stretch for him. We quake through the intense fit on simultaneous long groans. Reaching down, I grab him behind his bent knee, stretching him more and giving myself the leverage to fuck him the way I’ve been thinking about since the last time.
Rough with the frustration of not seeing him last night, smooth to keep him wanting more, and slow to make it last, because being inside him is fucking miraculous. He has the best ass. In well-fitting pants, it’s epic, but naked, it’s a marvel. It would make Michelangelo sob.
It makes me savage. God, it’s ridiculous how much I want him. I legit don’t know how to get enough. I want to apologize to his asshole for taking out all my angst on it, but the way it takes me, engulfs me, caresses me from the inside—I mean, it can hardly blame me.
