Chapter 26 An Unhinged Wedding #7
I blushed. He knew I hated talking about stuff like that. Even with his face nuzzled next to my balls, the words just seemed so sordid. I let out a whimper, my body going so slack that he had to wrap his arms around my thighs to keep me steady.
“Yeah?” I panted, stroking faster. “Can I see you, Kent? Can I watch you?”
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. Removing my hand from my shaft, I held it out to help him up.
Once he was on solid footing, he pressed our lips together and shoved his tongue into my mouth, his kiss growing deeper by the second.
I could taste myself on him. Musky with the sweat of the day still clinging to me.
Gosh. Having our flavors mingle like that always left me feeling dizzied.
I walked him across the living room, toward the bed, and helped him down.
Our bed was on the far wall of the tiny house, in a little nook Christian and I had constructed with plywood and sheetrock.
He leaned against the wall, and I knelt in front of the bed, giving him a nod.
It seemed to be all the encouragement he needed.
Kicking his underwear off, he spread his legs, giving me an unobstructed view of the promised land.
His hair grew wild down there, just the way I liked it.
When we’d first had sex after he came home, he’d been trimmed, nice and neat.
It took me a few tries to get him to let it grow out naturally, but once he did, he’d never looked back.
Sometimes, late at night, cuddled up next to him in bed, I liked to run my fingers through his fur.
I loved the way the coarse hair contrasted with the softness of his skin at the base.
He took it in his hand and gave it a stroke. “You like that, baby?” I bit my lip and nodded. “I know you do. You see these?” he asked, cupping his smooth balls in his hand. “They’re brewing something special for you right now. Going to give it all to you.”
“Yeah?” I breathed.
He whimpered, his cry feminine and wild. “Just for you. Wanna paint your face. Want you to wear me like lotion.”
“Gosh,” I whispered, leaning in closer. All I wanted was a taste. One lonely, little lick. I was close enough to do it. All I’d need to do was stick my tongue out. Before I had the chance, he reached forward and gently popped my forehead.
“No, sir. Not until I tell you.”
I nodded. “Sorry.”
He chortled. “You should be. Now, touch yourself. I want to watch you watching me, babe.”
I grabbed it and slowly stroked myself, my body trembling as his hand fell lower.
Bringing his heels toward him on the mattress, his knees arched, giving me an unobstructed view of his hole.
His fingers lingered at his entrance, tracing a circle around the rim like he was knocking on a door. “You like that? You want it, Grayson?”
“Oh, Gosh,” I moaned, stroking faster.
“You gonna fuck me, Two-liter? Gonna shoot your load inside and brand me?”
“Yeah. Yeah, baby, I want that.”
He smirked. “Gotta get ready for you, then. Gotta stretch myself open so I can take that monster cock.” I inwardly cringed, trying not to let it show.
While I wasn’t below average in length, I wasn’t exactly a porn star, either.
It always felt strange to hear him talk about my junk like that, because it felt like a lie.
Still, if that’s what he needed to guide himself toward completion, I’d allow it.
He needed to be stretched open. He needed me to ready him for entry, the same way he readied me. Leaning closer, I swiped my tongue against his hole, eliciting a moan.
“Jesus.”
I looked up at him as I licked him from back to front, leaving no skin untouched. He must have caught my scowl for bringing the Lord up during sex, because he rolled his eyes and groaned.
“Honest to God, you’re ridiculous sometimes.
” He grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me close, until my entire face was nuzzled in his crack.
God, I loved it. Loved being close to him in a way I never had been before.
Loved hearing him come undone on my tongue.
His hole clenched as I tried to enter him, so I licked a lapped at him until he loosened, giving me passage.
I loved the way it felt when he did this to me.
The way he’d twist and turn his tongue inside of me, just past the rim.
I wanted to do that for him, but he was just so dang tight.
And then, he got tighter. So tight that I worried I might not be able to get it out of him.
He made a desperate sound—all cracks and cries and desperation.
“No-no-no-no-no-no-no,” he said, the words shooting out like machine gun bullets.
I tried to look up to see what was going on, but he held me closer, both hands pinning me against his ass.
The next thing I knew, something dripped on the back of my head, right against my small bald spot.
I gasped when I realized what it was. When I realized what he’d done.
When his grip finally loosened, I pulled away and scowled at him. “Did you just come on the back of my head?”
He blushed and looked away, his cheeks crimson with heat. “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about, but I don’t care for your tone in the slightest.”
“You just came on my bald spot, Kent.”
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously, I didn’t. See?” He fisted his shaft and shook it, sending residual semen flying against my face. “Rock solid. Ready to go.”
I arched an eyebrow. “It’s getting softer by the second.” Slapping his hand away, I held his shrinking penis in my palm. “You’re completely flaccid.”
A growl crept out of his throat. “And you’re a goddamn asshole, but you don’t hear me pointing it out, just to make you feel—”
I silenced him by taking his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.
Gosh. He was still leaking flavor into my mouth.
I reached behind and collected his semen from my scalp, slicking it around my fingers.
Bringing a finger to his entrance, I slid it in slowly, enjoying the rush of pride that filled me as I felt him stiffen in my mouth.
“See?” he panted, combing his fingers through my hair. “Rock solid. Just for you baby.”
I worked him open for a good five minutes. Once I’d gotten three fingers inside, I knew he was ready for me. Pulling away, I licked my lips, chasing his flavor. “You gonna be a good boy for me, baby?”
His lips trembled. “Please? Grayson, please?”
Crawling across the bed like a lion looking for its lunch, I ran my tongue up his chest. Then his neck.
Finally, his lips. As we kissed and crashed together, his fingers dug into my back.
He kept deepening the kiss. It was like he was trying to pour himself into me.
Trying to merge our bodies into one. As he did, I took myself in my hand and dragged the head up and down his crack.
Each time I grazed his hole, I pushed in a little deeper, causing him to cry out into my mouth.
Eventually, I had to pull away and grab the lube from our nightstand, spreading a liberal amount across my skin. Staring down, I angled myself at his entrance and took in a deep breath.
“You ready, Half-pint?”
He didn’t answer. Kent was too busy writhing around on the mattress, drunk on lust. So, taking charge, I slowly rolled my hips forward, sliding into him for the first time.
It was like every star in the sky had gone out.
There was no moon. No sun. No source of light.
I was in a darkened haze, unable to see.
Unable to touch. The only sense I had left was feeling, and the way Kent felt as he swallowed me whole was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
He was so freaking tight for me. His hole clenched around me like a vise.
“Oh, Gosh,” I groaned, my voice so loud that I was sure it could be heard from miles away. “Oh my Gosh, Kent. I’m inside of you. I’m … I’m fu—” I cut myself off, uncomfortable with swearing, but almost unable to stop the word from falling out of my mouth.
“Say it,” he begged, his fingernails digging into my shoulders.
“Please, Grayson. Say it.” It looked like fire was flashing in his eyes.
As he silently pleaded with me, I sent a prayer up, asking the big guy upstairs to take a coffee break so he didn’t hear the dirty, nasty, vile words I was about to unleash on Kent.
“That’s what you want? You want me to fuck you, Kent?”
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “More.” He rolled his hips back, taking more of me in.
“You want my cock, Half-pint? Want me to fill you up?”
“So much.”
“You think you can take it?”
“Please?”
I smirked at him. “You asked for it.” Slamming my hips forward, I thrust into him until there was no space left between us. I was completely inside of him, and I felt more at home than I ever had in my life. “Gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna fuck you hard.”
“Yes,” he hissed.
I pulled out until only the head remained inside of him.
Our eyes met, and I could see the desire coursing through them.
He wanted this. He wanted me to take him with force.
Usually, when he was tunneling into me, he’d say a bunch of filthy stuff, like how much he wanted me to plow into him.
He’d been amping me up for this for months.
I slammed my hips forward again, making him scream my name.
“Fuck me, Gray. I need you to fuck me.”
“Oh, I fully plan on it, babe.” I pulled out and drove myself back in, sawing him open with my dick. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight.”
“More,” he whispered.
I increased the speed of my thrusts, drunk on the sight of him unravelling in my arms. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed in concert with our moans.
We were like animals. There was no humanity left in our home, just two beasts doing what came natural to them.
He was giving himself to me. I was making him mine.
I could feel my balls tighten, and there was pressure in my stomach that felt like it was working its way down. “I’m gonna come inside of you, Kent. That what you want?”
“Please,” he whimpered, working his hips in rhythm with my thrusts. “Give it to me, Gray. Need it. Need you.”
I was seconds away from breaking, and all I could was stare down at him as he stroked himself, trying to keep myself from falling. I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to give this to him. To let him carry a part of me inside of him for hours. To be inside of him, marinating in Kent Fox.
“Here it comes, baby. Here it—here it comes.” I let out a roar that could have rattled the walls as I exploded inside of him. Volley after volley, jet after jet, I coated him completely.
Pulling out, I fell backed away, ignoring the needy whine in his voice.
“Come back!”
I shook my head and opened my mouth, licking my lips invitingly.
When it registered—when he realized what I was asking for—he grunted and groaned, rising to his knees and hobbling forward.
On the edge of the bed, I watched as my husband stroked himself for my viewing pleasure.
His balls tightened as he pleasured himself, aiming the tip at me.
Wanting to give him one more lurid thrust toward his happy ending, I whined. “Feed me your come, Kent. Want it in my mouth.” All it took was one small swipe with my tongue, and Kent erupted, shooting his load into my opened mouth.
His flavor was sweet and salty. I wanted to remember that taste forever.
To know what it felt like for Kent Fox to swim in my mouth.
Not wanting to swallow him down just yet, I let him flood my mouth.
As he gasped for air, I bolted up and kissed him, sharing the gift he’d just given me.
With messy mouths, our dueling tongues twirled for what felt like hours—unable and unwilling to break the connection we shared.
Finally, when we were just a pile of boneless skin, we lay facing each other, so close that our noses touched.
“Was that okay,” I eventually said. Was I good?”
He cupped my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose. “Those were the best ten minutes of my life.”
I scowled at him, because he was pretty much calling me a one-pump chump. Peeking up at the clock on our nightstand, I sighed, because he was right. A whopping fourteen minutes had passed since I’d started licking his hole.
I knew he wouldn’t shame me for it. He didn’t have much room to talk, honestly. He’d came twice in just as little time. He must have realized I was beating myself up for it, because he tangled his legs with mine and pulled me even closer.
“So fucking good, Grayson. So, so good.”
“I was?”
He nodded. “I can still feel you inside of me. Feels like you’re swimming around in my stomach.” He kissed my shoulder “Thank you. For giving me that. For marrying me. Thank you for everything, Gray.”
I quirked a smile and nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck, singing a special song that had only ever been meant for him.