My tongue fell useless in my mouth, an appreciative grunt being the only thing I could manage. Slender of frame and leanly muscled, Thaddeus had a long, slim cock that curved slightly to the left, a swathe of pre-come glistening on his stomach, his balls pulled up tight behind his erection, and his breathing hot and heavy. He was a fucking wet dream.Mywet dream.
“God, you are so goddammed beautiful,” I finally croaked and he flushed with pleasure.
Thaddeus’s hand wrapped around his cock and he gave a leisurely couple of strokes. Then he sank to his knees on the mattress and stretched out on his side. He looked me up and down and ordered, “Lose your clothes.”
Taking my cue from Thaddeus’s performance, I took my time. I removed my work clothes piece by piece and dropped them on the floor next to his, while trying to ignore Ziggy’s scratching at the door. As I stripped, Thaddeus kept on stroking himself, his hand slick with pre-come by the time I was done and standing naked in front of him.
“Jesus, look at you.” Thaddeus’s hand stilled on his cock. He sounded almost in awe. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
I didn’t think anyone had ever said that to me and heat raced into my cheeks. But Ziggy’s scratching broke the moment, and I sighed in exasperation. “He’s not used to being shut out.”
Thaddeus grinned. “He’ll cope.”
He would have to. I wasn’t about to be distracted by a pint-sized canine voyeur.
“Get over here.” Thaddeus crooked his finger, and when I reached the end of the bed, he crawled toward me on his hands and knees and shoved his nose into the crease of my groin,inhaling deeply. When he was done, he leaned back and studied the area like it was a problem to be solved. “So that’s a true working-man’s scent, huh? Damn. Why is that so sexy?”
I was about to offer to take a shower when Thaddeus nuzzled in again and proceeded to lick a trail from my groin to my balls, then up the length of my desperate cock to suckle on the head. My knees almost buckled, pleasure exploding through me so unexpectedly.
“Fuck, Thaddeus,” I gasped. “Warn a guy next time.”
He regarded me with a wicked smile, then got up on his knees and cradled my face, drawing me in for a gentle but thorough kiss. I let him lead. One, because he was already doing it, and fuck me if I was going to interrupt that piece of heaven. And two, because I didn’t want to accidentally hurt his lip.
His kiss went from gentle to firm to hungry to desperate, and somewhere along the way, I forgot about his lip, ravishing his mouth like I couldn’t get enough. I kissed over his face, along his bruised jaw and down his throat. He responded in kind, and then our mouths crashed together again as our hands took over, roaming the curves of each other’s bodies, hearts racing, dicks nudging, hips pressing, groaning, muttering, humming—the inescapable thrill of a first time with someone who really cranked your shit.
Someone you didn’t just want but genuinely liked. As in, really, really liked.
Dangerously liked.
I wasn’t quite done exploring when Thaddeus suddenly pulled away and turned full circle on the bed. He backed his knees to the edge, fell forward on his hands, and dragged a pillow closer. Then he presented his arse with a tempting wiggle and a tart look over his shoulder. “See something you like?”
Holy shit.Who was this guy?When I could drag my tongue back off the floor, I groaned and cupped those plump cheeksin both hands, kneading them briefly before prising them apart and blowing on his hole, watching it pucker and release.
A filthy moan circled the room and Thaddeus’s head fell forward. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Do that again.”
And so, I did. And again, his moans growing needier with each pass. I reached for the lube and slicked the fingers of one hand, then dribbled some down his crease.
He jumped and hissed, “Bastard.”
I smiled and slid a finger into his hole, biting his butt cheek as I worked the tip in and out.
“Fuuuuuck.” He groaned and pushed back, taking it deeper.
I added a second, tunnelling deep into his arse as he rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking himself. When I grazed his prostate, he bucked at the rush of sensation and cried out, “Oh... fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then he looked over his shoulder and gasped, “You got more where that came from?”
I grinned and leaned down to bite his butt at the same time as I once again hit his prostate.
He buried his face in the pillow, panting and squirming. “Holy fuck. Yep, that’ll do it.”
I licked the mark I’d left on his butt and then kissed down his crease toward his hole. He went still beneath me, muscles tense, anticipating, waiting. When I reached his crease, I slid my tongue across the slackening muscle of his hole, and a groan of pleasure rumbled up his throat. I licked down to his balls and then back, swirling the tip of my tongue around the opening before dipping inside, my fingertip sliding alongside, fucking him with both until he was spouting a nonsense jumble of words and curses and groans and occasionally my name.
When he was a writhing mess on the bed, I removed my finger and let my tongue and mouth do the work, kissing and nibbling and fucking while my hand worked his cock. On and on until Thaddeus’s legs buckled beneath him and he collapsed intoa molten puddle of need on the bed. I flipped him over and his eyelids fluttered open, that tawny gaze locking accusingly onto mine.
“Who the fuck taught you to dothat?” He scowled up at me. “Fucking ninja tongue, sneaky, torture shit. You’re gonna teach me some of those tricks.”
I nodded solemnly and climbed over the bed until I kneeled beside him. “First principle of ninja sex—trust.” I slid my hands under his body and lifted him two feet up the bed.
“Holy crap.” A wide-eyed stare was plastered on his face.
