Page 73 of Wedge

I start at the top. Deep, licking kisses, sucking on his lips and tongue, then down to his neck, under his ear to the spot that makes him shiver and goosebumps rise on his chest. Down to those pink nipples, sucking them to hard peaks and then more until they are puffy and sensitive and he’s squirming under me, pressing his cock against my belly. Nibbles down his torso, onto his belly, down his Adonis belt to nuzzle at his balls and finally wrapping my mouth around him, sucking slowly as he thrusts up.

Then lower, pushing his leg up to reveal his tender hole, a hole I have only licked and never pressed for anything more. Not even a finger. Which needs to change so I can give him what he wants. I lick again, then grab the lube and tug a pillow over to shove under his hips to raise him to meet my mouth, where I flick and lick as he begins to pant and squirm and beg. His fingers are on my shoulders and they dig into me. I doubt he even knows he is doing it.

His hole opens under my tongue, softening and fluttering until I can slide my tongue in, spearing into him softly.

“Oh, fuck, Stephen, that is amazing, so good, so good.”

He lifts a hand to wrap around his dick, and I bat it away.

“No. I’ll make you cum,” I growl, then dive back in, licking harder, slurping, and sucking until he is writhing under me. I wet my forefinger with lube, then circle it softly over him.

“Finger, okay?” I murmur against his ass.

“Yeah, do it, oh fuck, yeah, please,” he moans.

I continue to lick and press against him, and his soft hole opens sweetly for me, and I slide the tip in.

“Press against me, baby, let me in,” I croon, licking around my finger, and suddenly I sink into him as he does what I told him to. Oh, God, so hot and tight. I will not survive this.

I pump slowly, letting him feel it, get used to it.

“Okay?” I ask, although his voice is already telling me he is.

His “Oh, wow, oh, damn, ohhhh shit” is such a beautiful litany of gibberish.

“Yeah,” he manages, “So good, more. More.”

“Okay, baby, I’ll give you another. You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

He nods frantically, eyes alternating between being closed tight and riveted to my face between his thighs.

On my next stroke, I add a second finger, slowing to a gentle easing in, licking around my fingers still, flicking and keeping him sloppy. I’m avoiding his prostate for the moment, just wanting to get him stretched enough. He only needs another finger before he’s ready for my cock, but I’m damned if I’m going to rush this. I only get one first time.

When both fingers are all the way, I pause, checking in again.

“How does it feel, Adrian? Want me to stop? Mulligan?”

“Fuck no, don’t stop, holy fuck, so good, keep going, please, god please, Daddy.”

I freeze for a moment, and he curses.

“No, don’t stop, please!”

I spit on my fingers and start pumping them into him. I scissor my fingers as I pump, opening him and he gasps.

“Hurt?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“A little burn-y, but don’t stop. Stretchy, need you,” he trails off in a little wail, and I keep moving. The burn must ease a little as his gibberish returns, “So good, fuck, so good, gonna feel so good, oh, god.”

“Gonna give you another, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop.” I kiss his inner thigh, licking a path to his balls where I suck one in as I press three fingers into him. So slowly, waiting at the second knuckle for his body to yield.

“Bear down against me, baby, doing so good for me. Such a good boy. Almost there,” I croon.

He bears down with a groan, and my fingers slide in completely. “Holy fuck,” he breathes.

“Too much?” I ask, holding still.

He shakes his head again. “Stretchy. Gimme a minute.”