Page 37 of Brought By the Storm

He bit his lower lip, but hooked his hands on his waistband and pulled the jeans down to reveal his beautiful ass. It was even better than I imagined. He had creamy skin and a hairless crack. I helped draw the pants down his legs and over his feet.

I was afraid I’d lost my voice and would be unable to speak. “Eric, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Your bottom could inspire the greatest painters.”

He snorted a laugh at that. “Um, I thought you were going to spank me, not wax poetic.”

I chuckled. “Such insolence.” With that, I brought down my hand on his bare skin, and he let out a mild yelp. There was a light shade of pink where I had slapped him. I brought down my hand again to the same spot, causing him to flinch, but also to moan with pleasure. I massaged his ass cheeks to assuage any sting, then smacked his right buttock, then his left. Just as he was feeling the tingle of those slaps, I spread him open. He squirmed a bit in surprise, a reflex to pull away. “Shh, shh,” I soothed. “Trust me.”

“I just don’t want you to be grossed out,” he shared.

“Baby, I am so not grossed out right now,” I promised. I massaged his cheeks again, then spread them to see his little pink hole. I never thought I’d think an asshole was cute, but his was like the rest of him—adorable. I had a desire to lick him. “Your hole is hot. So pretty, just like the rest of you.”

He snickered. “Bet you say that to every asshole.”

I smacked his bottom again, this time a bit harder. “That’s for being one,” I joked. I then massaged his rosy buttocks, and bent over to blow cooling breath on them. I pulled him open and brushed my thumb around the edge of his anus, and he let out a little cry. “Get on the bed, face down,” I commanded.

He bounded off me, his length pushing at the tight fabric of the jock, looking like it was desperate to be freed. He jumped on the bed, burying his face in the pillow. He turned back to look at me, still a bit unsure. “Like this?”

“Not quite,” I remarked. “Spread your legs.” He swallowed hard, but did as he was instructed. “Wider,” I ordered. He stretched his legs open to expose his hole to me. He had hidden his face in the pillow. I got up on the bed and crouched over him. “Eric, turn your face to the side so I can look at you.”

He did so, but didn’t make eye contact with me. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

I rubbed his back and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are fantastic. I am so fucking hard right now looking at you. Eric, I love burying my face in pussy. Looking at your ass, it makes me think of that. Knowing you might take my dick there someday is such a turn-on. I fancy rimming you. Would you be okay with that?”

His eyes were like saucers, his lips parted with shock. “Um, are you sure?”

“Kiss me,” I demanded. He did, opening his mouth to let me in. I licked his tongue and his lips, and he gasped for breath. “Eric, I’ve never had the opportunity to do this to anyone. I wish to do this for you.”

He gulped. “Uh, yes? Okay.”

I moved back away from his face, then pushed his shirt up to reveal most of his back so that he was exposed and vulnerable—just the way I wanted him. I alternated spreading his ass cheeks, followed by thumbing his anus. He started whimpering and grinding his crotch against the mattress. Once I knew he was excited beyond care, I pressed my tongue into his ass crack. I loved the feel of the two hills of flesh on each side of my mouth. I pushed my tongue up against his warm hole, circling it. He was moaning and panting. “Oh fuck!” he cried.

“That’s it, baby,” I soothed. “Let go. Just let me make you feel good.” I went back to plundering his most private place with my tongue until he was weeping for release. I slapped his buttocks a bit harder than before, and pulled the elasticized straps of his jock to let them snap against his tender flesh, never lessening the pressure of my tongue. Within minutes, he climaxed, screaming my name, mixed with garbled gibberish and a few F-bombs. When he collapsed from his release, I kissed his ass cheeks. He was gasping and heaving, and his bottom was wet from my saliva and from his sweat.

“Oh my God,” he kept mumbling into the pillow.

I moved my body higher on the bed so I could give him my full weight. I kissed his neck, his cheek, and his hair. “Relax, baby.”

After a moment, he tried to turn over, so I lifted enough to let him do so. “Carrington,” he whispered.

“Yes, Eric?”

“Are you…still liking this?” He gave me a look that made me realize every new act would have him worrying it would be the one that would turn me off to him.

“Yes,” I replied with conviction. “I love everything with you, Eric.”

“I want to see your…hole sometime. I’d like that,” he admitted.

I realized the courage it took for him to show me his, considering I felt shy about showing mine in return. I knew I’d need to at some point if I didn’t want to be a hypocrite. I avoided his request by rolling him to his side and pulling him to my body. “I might make a mess on your jeans,” he said with concern, looking down where our crotches met.

I pulled away from him a bit to see how wet he was, and saw some of his cum leaking out the front of his jock and down his thigh. “Eric, you are a cum machine. Those balls of yours must work in overdrive.” His face turned red, and I kissed his cheek to let him know I wasn’t mocking. “It is so fucking hot.”

He smirked a bit. “It’s funny to hear you, Mr. Oxford University, use the F-bomb.”

I grinned. “Don’t ever tell my mother I swear. It’s a pet peeve of hers. I try to limit my cuss words to dirty sex-talk interactions.”

He moaned. “Mm, I like it when you talk dirty.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “Is that one of your kinks? You like dirty talk?”