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“Get on the counter,” he instructed, “on all fours.”
I moved to the island and started to climb up, but he grabbed my hips and yanked my ass against his cock, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of my Calvins.
“Without these,” he said against my ear, his teeth grazing the edge of my pierced earlobe.
I let him slide my boxers down, his fingertips skimming along my thighs as the material dropped to my ankles. He palmed my bare ass, squeezing and groaning in appreciation. “Fuck, Aaron. Your body is perfect.” His hands continued to roam, over my hips, my back, my shoulders. “These tattoos look so fucking sexy.”
“You don’t care that I’m not some ‘roided-out gym rat?”
“Not one bit.” He turned me to face him, nothing but hunger and sincerity in his gaze, not derision. “Your skin is so soft and beautiful. I love it.” He ran his lips along the underside of my jaw and dipped down to kiss my throat—the giant red rose I’d put there after Heather died. If he looked closely, he would have seen her initials embedded in the petals, but he was too busy kissing and biting my neck. His hands dropped to my ass again and he hoisted me up with ease, setting me on the counter. Pushing me onto my back gently, he proceeded to drizzle blackberry sauce all over my torso, dripping a dark purple trail straight to my cock. Thankfully, the mixture had completely cooled, but I still jumped and tried to suppress a laugh when a larger chunk of berry splatted on my groin.
He chuckled and scooped it off with the tip of his finger. “Missed one,” he said offering it to me.
“I was distracted,” I said in my defense before sucking the berry and its sauce off Alex’s finger.
As soon as it was clean, it was his turn to pounce, like a starving man in front of a buffet. His tongue twirled and danced across my skin, making every nerve come alive. By the time he finally got to my cock, I was a sticky, writhing mess beneath him.
He devoured my sauce-covered cock with the same enthusiasm he had for my chest and abs, perhaps more. One suck and he pulled me in deep, hitting the back of his throat with zero hesitation. I arched my back, pushing myself even deeper into his mouth while fighting to keep my gaze locked on the glorious sight before me—Alex’s perfect, sensuous mouth wrapped around my dick.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, eyes rolling in the back of my head as he sucked harder, his tongue teasing around my crown. I only vaguely remembered him doing it our first time, but needless to say, his skillset had probably greatly improved since then.
Releasing my cock with a wet ‘pop,’ he ducked his face and dragged his tongue along my balls, sucking the skin with determination. They tightened in his mouth, first one and then the other, before he popped off again and pushed my thighs open wider.
“Uh oh,” he said, sounding anything but concerned. “Seems I made a bigger mess than I meant to.”
“What—” Before I could finish the question, he pushed my legs forward, tilting my ass up at an angle approximately two seconds before burying his face between my cheeks and running his tongue all over my hole.
“Oh, shit!” I squirmed, gripping the edge of the counter for support before I went flying off of it. He tightened his hold on the backs of my highs, keeping me still while he lapped my hole, teased my rim, and sucked the delicate area like it was his last meal.
“I told you,” he rasped when he finally came up for air. “I want to lick this off of every inch of you.” He dipped his fingers in the sauce and swirled them around provocatively.
I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my lips, sucking the tip of his finger into my mouth and licking off the tart sweetness. His gaze darkened, an almost primal response. A strangled noise sounded in the back of his throat and he ripped his finger from my mouth, seizing me in a fierce kiss and thrusting his tongue inside to reclaim the blackberry sauce. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in close, kissing him as hard as I could, as if I could compress ten years of lost time into the intensity of this one moment.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted against his lips.
Nodding, almost frantic, he cast about the kitchen quickly before lunging at a cabinet near the stove and returning in a split second with a jar of coconut oil.
“Interesting,” I observed with a smirk.
“It’ll do, right?” he asked, warming some of it in his palm and smearing it over his cock until it was glistening from root to tip.
“It’ll do,” I agreed, spreading the melty white substance around my hole and fingering myself open in the process.
“Fuck, baby… You look so fucking hot like that.” He stroked his dick slowly, his eyes glued to my ass, watching my fingers work in sheer desperation.
I made a show of it for him, rolling onto my side on the counter and reaching behind me to finger myself as deeply as I could. “Just imagining that fat cock in here,” I groaned, stuffing a second finger inside. “Oh my God, I already know it’s going to make me scream. I don’t know if I can take it.”
He stepped closer and dipped a finger in the coconut oil before wedging it inside with mine.
I cried out, clenching around our joined fingers.
“Oh, you can take it,” he purred, working his finger in and out when mine stopped, stretching my rim from every angle. “Look at you. Three fingers in this tight little hole. Just begging to be fucked.”
“Then do it. I’m ready.”
“Mmm… not yet.” He slid a second finger inside, scissoring me open as if he had all the time in the world.
“Oh fuck. That feels—” Whatever else I was going to say ended in a moan as his fingers expertly moved inside of me. My eyes slammed shut and I bit my lip, rolling my hips against his hand.
