West slides his hands through my hair, then smooths them down my back until he can grab my ass and yank me against him, and we both groan when I press our hard dicks together.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbles against my lips as I grind my cock against his. “Ant.”
The breathy way he says my name sends a rush of possessive desire through me, and I abruptly break the kiss.
“What are you—” His protest turns into a surprised gasp when I slide my hand down the front of his sweats and rub my palm over his hard cock. “Oh god.”
“You want my mouth?” I squeeze his length over his underwear.
“Please.”
More of that possessive desire swirls around inside me, and I press a quick kiss against his lips. Then I drop to my knees.
“Holy shit,” he says, staring at me like he can’t believe this is really happening.
I’m so far gone already my hands are shaking slightly as I pull down the front of his sweats and release his dick from the confines of his boxer briefs.
“Oh god,” he groans as I grip his length. “Fuck, Ant.”
I don’t know what it is about hearing West say my name that does it for me, but him saying my nickname is even more of a turn-on, and I give him a few hard strokes as I get control of myself.
I’ve never been this feral for anyone before, not even the last time we were together. I don’t know if it’s because this is our first time without the mask, and with him knowing exactly who I am, but tonight feels different from the other times.
West’s gaze softens as he looks down at me, and a little smile tips his lips as he gently runs his fingers through my hair and pushes the long strands back from my face.
This isn’t the first time I’ve put my mouth on him, but it’s the first time he can see that it’s me doing it, and I keep eye contact with him as I lean in and wrap my lips around his cockhead.
His moan is loud and guttural, and I keep my eyes locked on his as I slowly take more of him, moving a half inch at a time until his length is pressing down my throat and my lips are pushed up against his body.
“Fuuuuuck,” he says on a low moan and slides his fingers through my hair to keep it back from my face.
The scrape of his fingers against my scalp feels incredible, and I moan around his length as I move over him in slow, leisurely glides.
He keeps eye contact with me, and watching the pleasure slowly overtake him as his gaze goes from intense and focused to dazed and desperate is as hot as having my mouth on him again.
“Ant,” he practically pants, his hands tightening in my hair to the point of pain, but I just keep up my agonizingly slow pace. “Please.”
“Please what?” I pull off him only long enough to get my question out before I swallow him back down and hold him in the back of my throat so he can feel it spasm and tighten around his cockhead as my gag reflex kicks in.
I stay like that for as long as I can while he splutters and groans in pleasure, then switch to running the flat part of my tongue up and down his length in a way that I know will drive him crazy with need.
The litany of pleasure sounds that are falling from his lips spur me on, and I keep teasing him as I switch between giving him long, slow licks with the occasional deepthroat mixed in to keep him right on the edge of pleasure.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, and I can tell he’s close by the panic in his voice and the way he’s yanking on my hair.
I let him pull me off him, but instead of giving him a breather, I stand and cover his mouth with mine.
His kiss is messy and eager, and I groan as he palms my cock over my sweats.
“Wanna taste you,” he says against my kiss. “Please let me suck you again.”
“You want to?” I ask against his lips.
He nods and palms my ass with his strong hands.
“Go ahead.”
The way he instantly drops to his knees and yanks my sweats down warms something deep inside me, and I run my fingers through his soft hair as he eagerly fishes my dick out of my underwear.
