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He shifted his legs a bit to get more comfortable, then began moving himself up and down. In an instant, everything got dialed up to eleven. He tilted his head back and leaned on his hands, his entire body openly displayed in front of me. I touched his thighs, the strong swimmer muscles beneath his smooth skin. All I could see was him bouncing on top of me, and all I could hear was the beautiful sounds escaping his throat.
I closed my palm around his erection. “You didn’t come tonight at all, right?”
“I almost did with Anthony, but I saved it for you.” He looked at me. “If you decide I can come.”
From the look in his eyes, I could tell he was serious. His right to ejaculate was resting in my hands, literally. “You’ll come when I decide it’s time.”
“Thank you.”
That open transfer of power was intoxicating, but I needed to keep my head clear and not abuse Chris’s trust. I placed both my palms on his chest and felt his skin. “Love your cute nipples.”
“Yeah? Why don’t you suck on them?”
There was no need to tell me twice. I pushed myself up, making sure to keep Chris on top of me, then met the soft skin of his right nipple with my mouth. He held my head and pushed me closer to his chest. With his nipple tight between my teeth, I used my tongue to play with the tip while I pinched and tugged on his other nipple.
“Fuck, Ethan, that feels so good. You can bite harder.”
I did, knowing I wouldn’t have been able to take such pain.
Afraid I might cause him to bleed, I let go of his nipple and ran my tongue from his chest up to the base of his neck. He shuddered and grabbed my shoulders tight. The musky smell of his sweat slipped into my brain. I lifted his left arm behind his head, exposing his armpit.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
I smiled at the desperate hunger in his voice. “You want me in there?”
“So much.”
I softly blew air at the center of his armpit. He bit his lower lip and watched me in anticipation. I stuck out my tongue and ran it slowly from the bottom of his armpit up through the sticky hairs. Salty sweat pricked my taste buds as Chris was whimpering next to my ear. I licked him again and added a few nibbles to the exposed skin. He dug his fingers into my shoulder, barely able to stay still. The tip of his cock kept brushing against my stomach, leaving small puddles of precum on my skin.
I lowered his arm, about to give the same treatment to his other armpit, but Chris surprised me by grabbing my head and pulling me into a kiss. I froze, not expecting him to do that. He must have caught my hesitation because he stopped the kiss and watched my face with concern.
I cleared my throat. “I thought you didn’t like kissing.”
He looked away. “I usually don’t.”
I sensed there was a story there, and my gut told me it was a dark one. I moved my face closer to him and kissed his chin, then kissed his bottom lip.
He said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to—”
I grabbed his head and slipped my tongue between his lips. He allowed me full access, and soon our tongues were moving in a slippery dance. And all this time, he kept swaying his waist on top of me, keeping me rock-hard inside him. If we were going to keep at it, I was bound to come in two minutes, and I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I broke the kiss and asked, “Doggy?”
He nodded and raised himself until I slipped out. Already I was feeling an urge to return to the warmth of his body. I moved aside to give him room in the center of the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
He did, and I moved to stand on my knees behind him. He arched his back and pushed his ass back, his wet hole open and red. I spat on my fingers and slid two of them inside his rectum, then twisted my fingers against the deepest walls of his tunnel. He panted loudly, his head twitching from side to side. I knew nothing about the magical spot men were supposed to have up where the sun never shined, but my instincts told me I was now toying with Chris's treasure spot. Another twist of my fingers made him lose his balance and groan like an animal. I started massaging that magical spot, pressing the tip of my fingers against it until Chris was practically squealing. He tried to slip away a few times when the feeling got too intense, but I pressed on his lower back and kept him rooted in place.
“Ethan, I… oh my God. Ethan.”
Worried I might make him shoot or pass out, I pulled my fingers out as slowly as I could, causing him to shudder. “You alive?”
Still panting, he managed to say, “Barely. That was incredible.”
“Good.” I leaned down and kissed his lower back. “Ready for another round?”
He spread his legs further. “Yes.”
I grabbed his waist and pushed myself inside, getting a choked “oof” out of him. I didn’t take it fast, simply maintained a constant rhythm that ended deep inside him.
