“Oh.” Orsen sucked air into his lungs when Santino continued to rub his hole. “Don’t stop. I love it.”
Santino’s lips brushed Orsen’s ear. “Want me to use my tongue?”
“Oh God! Don’t say things like that,” Orsen moaned, rubbing his cock on Santino’s hip.
“Bend over the bed, Orsen. Let me make you come.”
Whimpering, Orsen kissed Santino. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, sucking on Santino’s. He felt Santino move him, and when Santino broke the kiss, Orsen let him position him over the bed. With his knees on the floor and his upper body draped over the bed, Orsen shivered, feeling exposed when Santino palmed his asscheeks, spreading them wide.
“Santino…”
“I can stop if you want me to. We don’t have to do this if you feel you’re not ready.”
“I feel so exposed.”
Orsen gasped when Santino blew over his hole. “We can do something else instead.”
“I want this, but I’m nervous.” He swallowed, dropped his head on the bed, then wriggled his ass. He heard Santino’s soft laugh, then Orsen groaned when Santino’s thumb pressed against his hole. “Oh,” he breathed. That felt good. “Again.”
Santino’s thumb rubbed over his hole and Orsen shivered, his dick twitching. When the tip of Santino’s tongue touched him, Orsen jerked, then gasped. More soft touches around his holehad Orsen shaking. The feeling was amazing, and he wanted more. Pushing back, he groaned as Santino licked his ass, his tongue sliding over the wrinkled flesh. The tip moved around the edge before the flat of Santino’s tongue licked, then when he sucked, Orsen cried out, his body shaking.
“Please,” he begged, but he had no idea what for. All he knew was his ass felt incredible, and he wanted more. Santino growled, his tongue jabbing at Orsen’s ass. Then there was more pressure and Orsen stilled. Something soft and wet pushed inside and he fisted the covers, biting his lip. It kind of hurt but it felt good too, and when Santino pulled out, then pushed back inside, setting up a slow, steady rhythm, Orsen couldn’t stop responding. Pushing back, he rocked on Santino as he moaned and whimpered, needing more.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. Ugh! So good.”
“That’s my tongue fucking your ass, Orsen.”
“Oh God. Don’t stop.” Orsen whined when Santino licked over his ass, then cried out when his tongue pushed inside again. “Santino!” Santino growled again, his tongue moving faster then there was more pressure. It almost made Orsen tell Santino to stop when his ass lit up. “What? Oh my God!”
“My finger is rubbing your prostate. I’ve done this once before. It’s a little gland that makes anal sex feel incredible. Ride my finger, Orsen.” Orsen cried out, rocking on Santino’s finger. Santino stroked Orsen’s dick and Orsen screamed his name, come erupting from his dick. He lay sobbing, his body exploding, the world disappearing as he left it behind.
Santino kissed up his back, then disappeared into the bathroom. Orsen heard water running, then sighed when a warm cloth cleaned his ass. “Get into bed. I’ll go and get the cake.”
Orsen dragged his body into bed, all loose and languid, and settled on the pillow, smiling when a naked Santino brought in the cake. Santino’s hard dick swayed as he walked and Orsen reached out, trailing his fingers along the shaft.
“Later. I can wait.”
“You’re so good to me.” Orsen took the kiss Santino gave, sighing softly when their tongues danced together.
“You deserve it.” Santino sat on the edge of the bed and passed a plate to Orsen. “Eat up.”
They ate red velvet cake and Orsen was in heaven. His body was all relaxed, and he got to spend the night with Santino. All night. And he got to wake up next to him tomorrow. Sometimes he had to pinch himself when he thought about Santino. This gorgeous man who was so smart and intelligent and successful wanted to be with him. Orsen, who had led a shitty life but wanted to smile and be happy and now he was, except for…
“I got permission to knock the old house down.”
Santino paused with his fork in the air, then lowered it to his plate. “How do you feel about that?”
Orsen didn’t answer straight away. His emotions were strange where the house was concerned. It had been his home, a place where he’d grown up, but it had been his hell too, a place where he’d been hurt. A small part of him would miss the house when it was gone. It was his connection to Allison. He told Santino, who nodded.
“It’s the only place you’ve called home, even if your life there was difficult.” Orsen nodded. “It’s natural to feel this way, but this is a new beginning for you. You can put your mark on the land, build a place where you can live, and create happy memories. Help to wipe away your painful past.”
“I like that.” Orsen ate some cake, then said, “Trace told me about a place near the creek. He said it would be perfect to builda new house, and it has a road too. Well, a track, but it could become a road. Can we go and have a look?”
“Of course we can. Let me know when you want to go, and I’ll be there.”
“Thank you. It would be nice to do this with you.”
