Page 86 of Found Objects

He shoved me back down on the pillows, yanked my chinos to my knees, then bent and took my already erect cock down the back of his throat.

“Cole!” I shouted, bucking up off the bed, my hands tangling in his hair as he swallowed around my length. “It’s been too long. I’ll come.”

He didn’t stop, licking and sucking, his tongue all over me, from balls to head, making everything wet. It was heaven, and I told him so in English and Gaelic, as I slipped my hands under the headboard and held on, he feasted on me.

I was panting when he lifted my legs to his shoulders, and when he pressed his saliva-slicked thumb against my entrance, the mewling noise that came out of me made him smile evilly around my dick.

The orgasm came too fast for me to warn him, and I froze as I emptied and he drank me down. I was shivering hard with aftershocks when he licked me clean, lifted up, and climbed over me to kiss me deeply.

The rakish grin he gave me before the kiss stopped my heart for just a moment. He bit my lip before breaking the kiss, and I just stared up at him until he rolled me to my stomach.

Immediately, I tried to push up onto my hands and knees, but he wanted me sprawled beneath him.

“There better be lube in here,” he growled at me.

“In the nightstand.”

He was noisy getting into the drawer, complaining that it stuck, which it did not, and when he crawled back over me, he was muttering under his breath.

“You are adorable.”

“What?” He sounded affronted, and his voice went up an octave, which did nothing to diminish the adorableness. “No. Hot and sexy, not adorable.”

I was chuckling before he spread my cheeks and licked over my hole. After that I was just babbling agreement with him as he stroked his tongue inside of me, over and over.

“I didn’t hear you,” he murmured, and I heard the snap of the lube cap before he slid a slick finger inside of me.

“Hot and sexy it is.”

“That’s what I thought.” He made circles with two fingers, stretching, pressing in deep before he started kissing above my crease and moving up.

I squirmed beneath him. “Cole. Please.”

His mouth moved over my skin, kissing, sucking, then returning to my ass, where he gave me a gentle bite before adding another finger. He was up to three now, sliding in and out, making me writhe from the pressure and the building need.

He was taking his time, worshipping my body as no one else ever had, and while I appreciated that, he was driving me out of my mind.

“Cole…” My voice sounded low and guttural now.

He let out a rumbling chuckle as he reached the small of my back and continued up, higher, the bites becoming harder, making me jolt under him and grind my thickening cock against the mattress, needing the friction.

“Your skin is so beautiful, Mere.”

“Cole, focus on getting inside me.”

He licked up my spine instead, his fingers pressing so deep that I cried out when he eased them free of my clenching channel.

“Cole!”

“Yes, my sweet man?”

I pushed up off the bed with him on top of me, getting to my hands and knees. “You have moments before I throw you on your back and ride you.”

“Nothing about that sounds bad,” he whispered. I heard the lube open again and nearly whimpered. “But my man wants me.”

He notched the wide head of his cock against my hole and then pressed forward. The time spent opening me up made the push easier than it had ever been, and while there was still the twinge of stretching and filling, it changed so quickly to me wanting him in deeper.

“Oh, Mere, you feel so good. So hot, so tight.”