His voice is deep and gravely when he speaks again. “I asked you a question. What does it feel like?”
Oh yeah, a question. My mind went a little blank there for a moment.
“It’s...it feels...euphoric. It’s stimulating and sends me constant reminders of what’s to come.”
Mark chuckles roughly and with the hands of a surgeon, swiftly and easily removes the plug as I gasp out a low whimper.
“You’ll be coming soon enough.”
His mouth is suddenly on me, swallowing my dick down to the back of his throat.
“Oh Christ...Doc, I’m too close. That’s...oh shit.”
My fingers instinctively reach for his head, slipping through the soft strands of his short, dark hair. I’m stuck between wanting him to continue and guiding him off my dick before he pushes me over the edge.
He’s licking and sucking at my fat cockhead, the slurping sounds and moans streaming from his mouth driving me wild with passion. I’m in that pre-euphoric state of mind, all the blood centering in my throbbing dick and my focus on only one thing.Coming.
But I don’t want to let go just yet. I want to come with Mark inside me. Penetrating my needy hole and hitting that spot deep inside that will have me clinging onto the headboard and seeing white flashes of stars.
I allow him to take one more suck – because,really, how could I not? – and then pull him off. I nearly laugh when I see his unfocused eyes staring at me in wide-eyed confusion.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
Jesus, the vulnerability in his voice is just down right sweet.
I drop my legs, allowing them to dangle over the side of the bed and pull him up on top of me, his weight a luscious blanket. His erection – long and hard – grinds against mine and it feels so fucking good. He seems to like it too, based on the low growl that comes from deep within his chest.
He continues to slide over me, grinding and rubbing with each pass, as we kiss like there’s no tomorrow.
Finally, between breaths, I say, “Get the bag. Need you inside me now.”
Mark seems more than happy to comply with my wish, as he leans over me to grab the bag and pulls out the contents.
He laughs and I give him a funny look. “What is it?”
“I should call you Boy Scout. You’re so prepared.”
I shrug, placing my hands behind my head as I watch him tear open the foil package, rolling the condom over his length and flipping the lid of the lube.
“Call me whatever you want, just hurry up and get me ready.”
He spreads the lube over his fingers, stroking his dick a few times to get him nice and slicked up, then adds more, pressing his knees into my thighs to spread me wide.
“Just let me know what you need, okay? It’s been a long time for me. You have to tell me if you want me to stop or slow down, alright?”
Mark bends for a kiss – maybe to reassure me or himself, I don’t know and don’t care, because it’s endearing. I nod but my words are cut-off when his finger circles my hole, toying with the already sensitive nerve endings of my asshole.
Sucking in a breath, I take hold of my knees to draw them up again, allowing him more access.
His tone is reverent. “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
I do a little shimmy and show him a teasing grin. “Oh, I know.”
And then all thoughts, words, snarky remarks are cut off when he slips his finger into my ass, breaching the muscular ring.
I can do little more than cry out in pleasure and pain. The intrusion stings, but also sends tiny shock waves of desire through every cell of my body.
He’s knuckle deep, leaning in to place kisses along my inner thigh, working his way town to my belly. He goes deeper still and adds a second finger before applying some stimulating pressure.
