“Why?”
“A man in a skirt screams bottom, I think.” Lennon gives me a timid smile, and I’m sorely tempted to haul him up and wrap him in my arms, holding him to me so he knows how grateful I am we’ll be sharing this first together. But he gets my crown in his mouth before I decide to move, and the sweet suction is so divine I can do little more than groan with pleasure.
Lennon’s mouth is absolute heaven.
Hot.
Wet.
Gentle yet not delicate.
Savoring.
I swear the man turns blow jobs into an art form. The unpredictable mix of licking, sucking and kissing is an erotic tease I’d happily suffer until his jaw gives out or he finishes me, whichever comes first, so I relax into the bed, accepting my fate.
Then I feel it. The gentle pressure against my entrance as his fingertip probes my virgin hole, and my body tenses involuntarily.
“Focus on my mouth.” He licks a stripe up my shaft. “And how it feels on your dick.” He slurps at my crown before damn near swallowing my entire length, and it’s only as I’m watching his lips pull off my cock that I notice the sense of fullness in my ass.
Clenching around the intrusion, I gasp when I realize I can feel it moving.
“Okay?” Lennon asks.
I wriggle my hips, testing where I feel his finger. “Yeah.”
“Focus on my mouth,” Lennon reminds me, swallowing my shaft as his finger starts a slow retreat, only to press further inside.
Truthfully, I don’t love the sensation, but I don’t hate it either. At times there’s almost a hint of pleasure, though it’s fleeting. There and gone before I can fully appreciate it. Then Lennon adds another finger, and I feel them curling inside me. My hips thrust up so fast he gags around my cock, which I can’t even apologize for since I’m moaning so loud.
“This is why I’ve never complained about being on the bottom.” He rubs that spot again, and my body jolts almost violently.
“Holy shit,” I pant as his finger stills. “That’s… Do I make you feel that?”
“Every time.” He plants a chaste kiss to the inside of my thigh before stroking me again, and even though I know to expect it, it’s still hard to keep my body from thrashing when he hits that spot. No, not thrashing. Straining. Chasing more of the delicious friction.
Moans I didn’t know I was capable of spill from my throat as two, then three, fingers pump and stretch my hole. Between that and the hot, wet mouth on my cock, it’s hard to fathom why I haven’t tipped over the edge. My only guess is the desire to feel Lennon’s dick inside me outweighs the desire to come.
A man can only take so much though.
“Need you in me,” I rasp. “Now.Please.”
I momentarily regret my begging when Lennon’s mouth and fingers are suddenly gone, leaving me empty, restless, and panting with desire. Though my torture is all but forgotten when I see him slicking his gorgeous cock.
Kneeling above me, he works himself in long, smooth strokes, swiping his thumb over the crown in a deliciously seductive way that has me licking my lips in anticipation. Once his thick length is glistening from root to tip, he lines himself up and starts to push inside.
“Breathe out,” Lennon murmurs through a jaw that’s locked just as tight as mine.
I do my best to follow instructions, willing my body to give in to the foreign pressure. Lennon has to stop and start several times, but once he’s finally seated his hooded eyes fall shut, jaw slightly parted as a shudder wracks his body.
“Holy—” He cuts himself off as he goes utterly still, not even breathing from what I can tell.
“Lennon? You okay babe?”
“I thought your grip was firm.” He shifts his head slightly back and forth, eyes still squeezed shut. “Thisis…”
“I’ll feel even better when you move.” I bite back a chuckle, amused at my ability to recall the exact words he said the first time we fucked, which has me inadvertently clenching.
“I felt that,babe.” Lennon pins me with a stare that’s part daring, part feral.
