Page 75 of Break Points and Face Offs

He groans.

“Does that feel good?”

He moans in response.

There’s something about watching someone so straight-laced, so buttoned up, so fucking rigid, let go. It makes me want to work even harder. Tease him even more.

“You want more?”

He nods against my neck.

“Wanna see your face.”

“Not yet.”

I let him hide against me as I slip another finger in. His heat clamps tight around me, pulsing as he grinds in time to my thrusts.

Fuck me, it’s gonna feel good to get my dick inside him.

I tell the erection straining against my belly to be patient as Priestley drives me crazy, grinding against me, smearing precum all over my stomach from that pretty, circumcised cock.

“I’m gonna flip you over.”

He just nods and let me move him onto his back. When I finally see his face again … holy fuck.

“You look …” I don’t have words for the way he looks with his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. His bottom lip swollen from biting it while he rode my fingers.

“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

He whines, but collects himself enough to say, “Stop showing off.”

There he is. I kinda missed my snarky asshole for a second there. As beautiful as whatever this version is.

“I’m ready,” he says.

“Not yet.”

I guide him onto his front before sliding down the bed and parting his knees. I spread his cheeks and kiss the smooth skin of his inner thighs. He shudders on a deep moan when I finally use my tongue and find his hole.

I let him grind into the mattress while I massage his glutes and plunge my tongue as deep as it will go. I could probably make him come like this. I’d win whatever competition Priestley probably has going on in his head right now, but I don’t want to win a stupid competition. I wanna see what he looks like when he finally lets go.

He whines when I stop.

“Turn over.”

He’s pouty when he flips onto his back and looks up at me.

“Stop sulking. I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”

“I am not sulking.”

He gasps when I hook his legs over my shoulders.

“Open a condom for me.”

He watches me as he tears into the wrapper. I’ve always found condoms erotic. The promise of what’s to come. The illicitness of having one in your wallet or your nightstand drawer. Watching Priestley eye fuck me while opening one has my cock leaking and my hips humping the air.

I think he’s gonna hand me it, but instead, he starts rolling it over the throbbing head of my cock. I groan and let my head fall back.