Fuck!I need this the way my lungs need air.I need him.
He seals his mouth over my hole in a gentle pull, then drags his tongue up again, from my taint to the top of my crease, devouring me. I want him to talk. I want him to say filthy, shameless things, something about how I taste, how much he likes having me like this, spread open and desperate under him. God, I’m so far gone, my mind is already spiralling into all sorts of thoughts that are probably embarrassing if spoken out loud.
“Fuck. You taste so good,” he says, lifting his head just enough to look at me, his eyes darker now and hungry. “I can do this forever.”
My brain short-circuits. Forever sounds perfect. Forever sounds ideal. Forever sounds like something I would happily sign up for without reading the fine print. But instead of saying any of that deranged nonsense, I just stare at him like I’ve lost every functional thought in my head. He reaches up and grabs the bottle of lube.
“Turn on your back,” he commands, flipping the cap open. “Let your arse sit at the edge of the bed.”
I do as he instructs, quickly scooting down until my arse is right at the edge, my knees parting to bracket him as he kneels between my thighs. My legs are already trembling, and he hasn’t even touched me again. My cock is rock hard, resting against my stomach, and begging for attention. I would hand over my entire life savings for one proper touch from him right now.
He dips his head back between my thighs and surprises me when his mouth closes around one of my balls. The sound that leaves me is not dignified, and not even remotely masculine. Itjust spills out of me helplessly because the heat of his mouth and the soft suction send a wave of pleasure straight through my gut.
“Oh! Fuck,” I gasp, hips jerking before I can stop myself.
He hums against me, and I know he’s pleased with my reaction. His tongue flicks as his lips keep working on my balls. My chest is heaving and for one ridiculous, mortifying second, my eyes sting because the pleasure I feel is that overwhelming. My body doesn’t know where to put all of it, so it just floods everywhere at once.
He pulls away from my balls, and my body twitches in protest. He then sucks his index finger into his mouth, eyes flicking up to mine, enjoying what he’s doing to me. A second later, that same finger presses against my hole, rubbing in small circles before he dips back down to my balls. The sensations collide in the worst and best way, my whole body tensing as a zing shoots straight through me.
“Relax for me, big guy,” he says, his voice is slightly muffled around my balls.
I nod even though he can’t see me. And just as I expected, he leaves my balls and tilts his head at me.
“I’m relaxed,” I assure him quickly.
Coker drags his tongue over the tip of my cock, collecting the precum there before his hand wraps around me in a lazy stroke, watching me the whole time. When my breathing evens out a little, he reaches for the lube and squirts some on his finger before slowly sliding it inside me.
Holy shit.My body wants to tense again, the unfamiliar stretch causing me to clamp up, but I force myself to stay still and breathe through it, getting accustomed to a finger in my arse.A Finger. In. My. Arse.
I brace myself for discomfort and awkwardness, or even pain. Instead, what spreads through me is a strange, tingling warmth that ripples outward, my skin prickling as his fingerthrusts in and out of my hole. It is alien and intense and a little overwhelming, but to my own shock, it’s not bad at all.
I know one finger is not the same as his cock, but if something this small can pull this much pleasure out of me, then the thought of having his cock inside me makes me light-headed. When I get back to London, I am going to start practicing on my own because this feels better than any sex I’ve ever had.
“That feels so great. Damn,” I rasp, my voice rough and embarrassingly needy.
He stops sucking my cockhead and goes back to my arse, replacing his finger with his tongue, pushing it inside with ease. I gasp as he rolls his tongue inside me, literally fucking into me with it, the wet pressure arching my back. The sounds leaving my mouth are humiliating and involuntary as he teases me again and again with his tongue.
“I’m ready,” I blurt out because if he keeps going like this, I won’t be able to hold off my orgasm.
14
ROLAND
—Bloom by Troye Sivan
All Coker does is chuckle,and the sound vibrates through my body, but he doesn’t remove his mouth from my arse. Instead, he presses his face even deeper until I’m floating on cloud nine and moaning helplessly.
I know I’ll feel the burn later, but right now I couldn’t care less even if I tried. He spreads my legs wider impatiently, spearing in and out of my hole with his tongue. At some point he adds his finger back and the combination creates this indescribable jolt that goes straight to my core. My entire lower body is buzzing so much that my head is spinning; a string of breathless curses spills out of me.
He removes his tongue, and immediately, I miss it, my arse clenching around nothing. I barely have time to process the absence before he’s pressing into me again, this time with a second lubed finger. My hand tangles in his afro, gripping tighter than I mean to that I almost yank him off the floor.
“Now we’re talking,” he mutters, his voice is wrecked, and just like earlier I can’t believe pleasuring me turns him on this much.
Everything else fades into the background. The room, my pride, my sanity. They all become secondary to the intense pressure building in my abdomen and the awareness of how sensitive my hole is, stretched wide open for him. I don’t expect to want even more but I crave it, deliriously. My chest rises and falls so fast, my breath is coming out in uneven bursts; I’m afraid my heart will slam right out of my chest.
“I feel like I’m out of my mind,” I admit, voice hoarse.
“That’s the whole point,” he replies easily.
