“Um…” He swallows, clearly a little shy despite the suggestion.
“You want me to sit on your face?”
My dick pulses and becomes even harder at the thought of riding his tongue.
He nods, eyes fluttering open to catch mine. His glasses slip down his nose, and I catch that nerdy, focused look he gets, like he’s solving some impossible puzzle, and it drives me wild. I grin, heart racing, and scurry up, pressing a quick, hot kiss to his lips before turning around and easing back, anticipation coiling tight in my chest.
I grind my ass back against Greg, desperate for his touch. My hands roam over him, trying to reach his cock, but I’m just too short to reach. Or maybe he’s too tall. He doesn’t move—doesn’t give an inch—but there’s a deliberate strength to the way he holds me in place.
And then, spreading me wide, Greg's mouth makes contact. Every press of his lips, every flick of his tongue, sends shivers straight through me. Along with the heat radiating off him, his power, the way he’s so much stronger than me, makes me ache in ways I didn’t know possible. His tusks poke at my butt cheeks, adding a sliver of sting that makes my dick throb. I want more—want to get lost in him—and he lets me writhe and tremble, letting me savor the edge of what I want without ever fully giving it to me.
There’s friction everywhere, and it’s perfect. I rock into him, and he hums—a low, satisfied sound that makes me shiver harder. He’s careful, even with those massive tusks and that ridiculously powerful tongue, but there’s just enough pressure, just enough movement, to make me lose my mind.
I press my face closer, craving more, wanting to take his massive cock in my hands, my mouth, but it’s just out of reach.
“Be a good boy, and let me fuck your hole.” He’s pulled back, breath hot on my skin, voice wet with saliva.
I’m pretty sure he means with his tongue, but right now, staring at his thick leaking cock, I want him to plow me like a snow-covered street.
His hands, his strength, his careful, exact way of holding me—it’s maddening, and I love it. I shiver, pant, and whimper, caught between frustration and pleasure, between craving and surrender. He’s controlling everything, and yet, somehow, letting me feel everything. I can’t get enough.
Everything about this is intense and new, but somehow, feels safe. I trust him. My hands roam over his chest, teasing his nipples, circling the piercings. Just a touch makes him shiver, makes him lose himself in the sensation, and it sends a thrill straight through me. I’m lost in the warmth, in the touch, in the heady rush of surrendering control and knowing he’ll take care of me.
He’s really going at it now—tongue plunging deeper, thrusting, sweeping inside me—and I’m leaking so much precum, I’m almost in agony. The ache builds, sharp and hot, and somehow heknows. Greg reaches around, pulls my cock between my legs, and takes the head into his mouth. That tongue—gods, that tongue—after what it just did to my ass, now on my dick, it’s almost unbearable. But I don’t want to come. Not yet.
“Greg, wait. Please.” I pull forward and rest my head on his chest, only inches from the tip of his cock.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He props himself up on the pillows, gently takes my arm, and pulls me onto his chest.
My head spins. I’ve never felt so alive, so seen, so completely undone. His tongue, his mouth, his body—they feel bigger, stronger, better than anything I’ve experienced. I want more of him. I want everything.
“No, no, I’m good. I just want…more. And if you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
“Ah, humans and their long refractory periods.” He laughs, like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
“Look at me.” Greg pulls my chin so our eyes meet. There’s some saliva dripping from his right tusk, and hisglasses are damp with spit. He might be the sexist being I’ve ever seen. “Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, you can have it.”
“I want your fat cock inside me. My mouth. My ass. But I want to be inside you, too. I want all of you. I want to feel you close, everywhere, all at once. I need you, and I don’t care how, I just want it all.”
“Ah, so my grumpy guy is vers?” His face lights up with a ridiculous smile, and before I know it, I’m nodding and kissing his cheek.
“Is that okay?” I ask.
“Sean, nobody’s ever wanted to… with me, I mean. But, yes, gods yes, that’s more than okay.”
Something loosens in my chest at that—because it’s not just okay, it feelsright. I’ve never liked being boxed in, one way or the other. With Greg, I want to claim him, but also be claimed. I want to let go of the labels and just be.
He wraps an arm around me, and with his free hand, holds his raging boner up. “Well, let’s do this.”
Even as everything spirals toward something untamed and amazing, I can’t stop marveling at him. The way he moves, the way he touches me, the way he whispers my name like it’s a promise. I’m floating, spinning, entirely consumed. And what comes next? I know he’s about to rock my entire world.
14
FULL ACCESS GRANTED
GREG
I’ve never wanted someone like this. Not like him. Not anyone. The few times I’ve been with others, I know my place, my role—top, in control—but with Sean, I want all of it. I want to experience him completely, and I want him to experience me completely. My hands twitch and my pulse thunders in my ears just thinking about it.
