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My fingers twist between his strands as he bobs up and down on my cock, easing his way into a deep, steady rhythm. I've never received head from someone with a piercing, and the way it flicks and scrapes against my cock at unexpected times sends shivers racing through me.
"So freaking good," I moan when Kyler takes me all the way to the back of his throat, his nose tickling my thick patch of pubic hair.
He pulls off me, saliva dribbling down his chin, and I almost lose it at how hot that is. His eyes are alive, sparkling with lust. "Do whatever you want to me, Miles," he rasps, then taps on my hands at the back of his head. "As rough as you want it. I can take it."
And then he's back to it, swallowing my entire length. I grip his hair tighter, and he makes an appreciative sound around my cock.
I can't bring myself to get too rough with him, but just knowing how willing he is, how raw and unfiltered he's being, unlocks something deep inside me.
"Turn around," I command.
Kyler obeys instantly. My cock falls out of his mouth, and he positions himself on all fours with his ass at the perfect height.
I bring myself behind him, spread his cheeks, and spit down into his smooth pink hole.
"That was incredible, Kyler. But now I really want to make you feel good."
9
Kyler
I don't bother correcting Miles by telling him he's already made me feel so, so good. That just being able to open up to him, to tell him I'm submissive, and show him how much I want to please him, has my entire body reduced to a pile of nerve endings.
Nerve endings that are quivering with anticipation for what's about to happen.
Being submissive isn't weak. It's empowering. A part of who I am, what I love doing.
To others.
Forothers.
It feels like home.
Miles leans over to retrieve the lube and condoms—helpfully supplied by the resort—from the top bedside drawer. I take the opportunity to do something really quick, too.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
I scamper over to a mirror by the bathroom door and bring it over to the bed, positioning it to give us both a perfect view of proceedings. "Thought it might be fun to watch as you unload inside of me,Mr. Huntington."
Miles's mouth falls open, and I laugh, getting myself back into position on all fours on the bed. He sidles up behind me.
I hear the bottleschmickopen and then feel the cold press of a lubed-up finger against my entrance. I drop my head and inhale deeply, my body responding to the initial sensation. I keep focused on my breathing as Miles works a second and then a third finger into me, stretching me out.
But when I look up and see Miles in the mirror, I lose my breath. The look of concentration on his face as he works his digits into me is…is nothing short of reverence.
As if sensing he's being watched, he tips his head up, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection. "You're beautiful," he murmurs.
"So are you."
He smiles bashfully, then drops his head, solely focused on bringing me all the pleasure with his fingers. He's done good work. I feel stretched and open, and now, I'm ready for so much more.
I bite my lip and look over my shoulder. "Need you."
Miles nods and reaches for the condom. He tears it open and slips it on, while I lower my chest to the mattress, lifting my ass higher into the air. A pair of strong hands take command of my hips, and Miles's thick cockhead nudges at my entrance.
Holding me in place, Miles enters me slowly, inch by girthy inch. I hiss, fisting the sheets in my hands. Miles's cock, like the rest of him, is big, beautiful, and it makes my insides want to scream with pleasure.
"You good?" he asks when he bottoms out.
