I was pulling at the fastening of his jeans by that point, dragging the clinging denim over the bubble of his ass.Cursing his swimmer’s build out loud, as he laughed at me and made vague attempts to help.Smirking when he saw my eyes widen at the sight of his thickness trapped in indigo blue briefs.
I sat automatically when my calves hit the edge of the couch.Wasted no time in tugging his jeans down properly, the tight fabric bunching around his muscular legs.Leaning in, then, to press my face against his crotch, feeling the jerks and twitches of his cock on my cheek through the thin layer of cotton.
The smell of him, the heat from his body, was mesmerizing.My hands reaching up to hold his cheeks, one filling each palm, meaty as I squeezed him.
“Do you want it?”he asked, voice thick and urgent.
I looked up to meet his gaze, knowing my hunger must be clear in my expression.
“Say it,” Kai insisted.
“I want it,” I told him, and in that moment I wanted nothing more.“I want your cock in me.”
He ran his thumb across my bottom lip, pulling at the tender flesh there.Chuckled as I moved to follow, trying to capture his finger.
“Show me what you can do with your mouth, then,” he suggested.
It sounded like a dumb line from a porn video, but I didn’t care.Only that it was permission.
Fingers pulling at his briefs, jerking them down just enough to let his dick slap free.Heavy and thick against my face, hot as I pulled back just enough to guide the swollen head between my lips.
He hissed as I suckled on him, gently at first, but quickly growing more eager, more demanding.Feeling him swell even more as my tongue made forceful circles around his sensitive tip, rewarded for my efforts by his sweetness.
His ass in my hands, I pulled his hips closer.Impaling myself on his prick, my lips stretched taut around his meat.Kai content, it seemed, to allow me to control the pace, the sloppy sounds of my hungry mouth punctuated only by his grunts.
I felt greedy, liberated somehow by his willingness to let me maul his body and my subservient position.Focus centered on the way he tasted, the way his erection nudged into my throat.
“Play with my ass while you suck me,” Kai ordered, and I of course obeyed.Eased his briefs down over the twin globes of his buttocks, so that my fingers could toy along the tight crease between them.His hole was hot against my fingertips, muscle resisting as I pulled at him.I could tell how much he wanted it by the way his cock throbbed in my throat.
“You should eat my ass, too,” he suggested, and I felt both gleeful at the thought of it and frustrated at the possibility of losing his erection on my tongue.Kai wasn’t waiting for my acquiescence, though, already pulling back from me - pushing my forehead with one hand, to stop me from following his crotch with my mouth - and then turning in front of me.
His cheeks were high, firm mounds of muscle; perfect, I knew, wrapped in the clinging confines of a swimsuit, but just as appealing naked before me now.Spreading them, I raked my tongue along the exposed skin.Felt him shudder as I crossed his hole, then again as I returned to that spot, focusing my efforts on his entrance.
He leaned forward: ass jutting back at me, my access easier now.My tongue a sharp point, needling into him.Refusing to give up, until I felt him beginning to yield.
Kai backed up as I worked him, pushing me until I was slumped against the cushions.Straddling my legs, sitting back so that he could grind against my face.My head trapped between his ass and the couch, feeling him tilt and angle himself in search of the greatest pleasure from my digging tongue.
I reached between his thighs, finding his cock thick and wagging.Still wet with my spit and his precum; more of that drooling down my forearm as I stroked him.Aware, too, of my own dick, rigid and trapped almost painfully in my jeans.Kai chuckled, the sound of it thick and distracted, as I fumbled one-handed to release myself.
“Such a horny boy, Tate.”
I grunted at his teasing tone, not that I could respond properly with his ass pressed against my lips.Gratified, anyway, by Kai’s groan from the vibrations of my annoyed noise, and the way he throbbed in my fist.
He reached back, fingers digging through my hair to grip my head and pin me in place.As if, by some happy accident, I’d stumbled upon the perfect spot for the lavished attentions of my tongue, and now he refused to give up on that.
“You’re gonna fuck me,” Kai gasped out, as his fingertips squeezed my scalp.“Tell me there’s a condom somewhere in this fucking room, Tate.”
Something delicious, dizzying, in his urgency.Even if I still struggled to comprehend his need for me.
I gestured at the end table, then whined in annoyance - my face a wet mess, spit and sweat across my cheeks and chin - as he pulled away.Wanting to reach out, to grab his arm, or his waist, or a muscled thigh, and drag Kai back.Forced myself, instead, to watch him peel the last of his clothes off, and then go digging through the drawer.
He winked as he tore open the foil, then tilted his head.“Strip, then.”
Nothing graceful about my movements to comply.Lifting my ass to shove down jeans and briefs, then tugging off my shirt.Ignoring as best I could the self-conscious shiver that ran through me as he stared at my nakedness; this time, at least, I had the memory of his words with which to fight my doubts.
Satisfied by my compliance, Kai straddled my thighs.Reached down, between the splay of his legs, to roll the condom onto me.
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth, and clenched my fists to stop from pumping myself through his fist like a horny teenager.
