Chapter 12 TARAN #3
I leaned back on my heels, running my gaze up him slowly, from the curve of his calves, the muscles in his thighs, the sweet little crease where they met his round ass. I ran both hands up his legs, soft hair over velvety skin, smooth, sleek muscle flexing as he parted his knees, inviting.
“So,” I murmured, “Anything I want?”
“Mm-hmm. As long as you…”
I crawled up between his knees, bent low and kissed the long line of his spine. Then down farther, near the dimples at the small of his back. “Tell me, baby.”
“Just stay with me all night? Like, don’t leave me and go… do something else?”
“Diego…” I slid my tongue from the small of his back down into the top of his asscrack. “In what fucking world would I leave this to go do anything else?”
He chuckled and turned his head to the side, looking back at me. “I mean, don’t pretend you’re not paying attention. Like, to tease me or make me wait. I can’t do that tonight.”
I tried to remember if I ever did that and couldn’t even imagine it. If I was edging him for an hour, that was all I was fucking doing. “Do I do that?”
“No. But, like, just to be clear. I want you to want me. Over and over.”
“You’re everything right now,” I promised into his ass cheek. “You’re all I want to see.”
He sighed, his ass and thighs softening under my hands and mouth.
“Anything else you can think of?” I asked.
“Not now.”
“Tell me if there is later.”
“I will.” He arched his back, deepening the back dimples and lifting his backside. Voice slightly higher, more insistent, he repeated, “I will, I promise.”
I buried my face in his ass and started on his hole.
It flexed against my tongue, the pucker tight at first, then giving as I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside.
Diego moaned into the mattress, and I pulled back and lifted his hips.
I found his cock, hot and swollen, and rearranged it to point downward, so I could see it, spit on it, touch it as I worked his ass.
He writhed under my tongue, hole flexing and hungry, hips shifting up and back to press into me.
When I pushed him forward and down, he moaned and pulled his knees up higher to open farther still; I grabbed a cheek and pulled it to one side so I could get in even closer, use my whole mouth, not just my tongue, to eke moan after muffled moan out of him.
I made sure it was messy, slicking up his balls and cock as I drooled, then toying with them while I tongued his hole some more.
Again, he tried to fuck himself on my tongue, and I pulled back to wipe my face and watch his ass work. His hole winked, and I suddenly thought of something else on my list.
I crawled upward and slipped my heavy, hot cock into his slick crack. He pushed back into me with purpose, trying to get more sensation against his hole. “You don’t have to do all that,” he huffed, turning his head slightly. “You can just fuck me.”
“Thought you said I could do what I wanted?” I smiled and rocked into him, kissing the back of his neck.
He arched into me with a hungry little groan that made me shiver.
“As long as I don’t leave you,” I said.
“Yeah,” he huffed.
“So clarify, please?” I prompted with a chuckle.
“Do you really wanna eat my ass until I cum all over your duvet?” he asked, his own laugh breathless.
“I do,” I confessed, kissing his neck again. “And then I wanna fuck you. And then I wanna eat my cum out of your asshole.”
He gasped and closed his eyes.
“That’s on my list,” I said. I almost didn’t put it on the list, because maybe it was one of those things that looked hot in porn but in practice was just kind of gross?
But he prided himself on his ass hygiene, so if anyone was gonna understand how goddamn delicious his hole was…
“If it’s okay?” I finished, wincing at how I suddenly sounded like an uncertain nerd.
“Fuck yes, daddy.” He arched harder, angling his hips upward, like he was trying to tempt me to fucking get to it. “Please.”
I’ve seen a lot of porn, not gonna lie. But nothing I’ve seen has ever come as close to making me spontaneously nut as the sight of him writhing like that, begging with everything he had for me to fuck him right through the goddamn mattress.
It physically hurt to pull myself away from his willing body; my balls ached, and my cock felt so heavy I wondered how the hell it was standing up. I grabbed the thinner, water-based lube—one without a taste to it, from experience—and asked, “This one okay?”
“Baby, you could fuck me raw right now and I’d be fine with it,” he muttered.
“Not if you want it more than once tonight,” I told him mock-sternly, then returned to kiss the small of his back while I warmed some lube in my hands.
“See, this is why it works. Because you take good care of your toys.” He smirked.
“Always,” I promised, chuckling at the idea of him as my toy. I’d always thought of myself as his, more like.
But yeah. Both was good.
He moaned as I used two fingers to apply some lube directly to his hole. He tried to rock back on them, but I grabbed my cock to make sure the head was good and slick, then the rest. With my free hand, I stroked the back of his thigh; it loosened up again under my touch, his legs going slack.
I watched, curious, but he barely moved; just his back rising and falling with deep breaths and the occasional rock of his hips, like he couldn’t wait to get fucked. He seemed so… quiet. “You okay?” I asked, wondering if the position wasn’t doing it for him.
“I’m soooo fucking good,” he assured me, his voice low and gravelly. There was something in it, in the smile I could only see half of, that seemed almost drunk, though the last thing either of us drank was a glass of prosecco three hours ago, before dinner.
I rubbed my cockhead into his crack, and he rocked against me and gave a growly little moan. Some kind of long dormant, feral instinct snapped awake in my brain as I heard, felt, watched him beg to get dicked down. To get claimed.
I pushed into him, and he swallowed my cock right up to the hilt, turning his face into the mattress and giving a muffled, “Fuck yeah. God, I love your dick.”
I have never fucked anyone—or anything, toys included—as thoroughly as I fucked him into that mattress.
It didn’t take long before he was whining into the duvet, begging me not to stop, and then shuddering under and around me.
Hot cum spilled onto the mattress and my thigh, and I buried my face in his hair.
When he stopped vibrating and clenching around me, I hitched an arm around his chest. He arched harder than ever, letting me pull him up and back into me.
I pushed his thigh up higher with mine, opening him up farther and bending him from two angles.
He propped himself up with both hands, so I didn’t have to work hard to hold him in place, and rocked back to meet my thrusts.
He could not have been comfortable. I don’t even think I was. But I said his name into his neck as I spasmed inside him, fucking my cum back up inside him with every ecstatic move.
When I let him go, he slumped back to the mattress with a little laugh.
I watched as I slid out of him, and his hole twitched.
He reached around to grab one cheek and hold himself open and then squeezed.
The pink pucker of his hole twitched, and then twitched again, as his absurdly talented asshole spit my cum back out in a thick dribble.
Still breathless, I fell face-first into his backside. He was sticky with lube, spit, and sweat, and he tasted like all three. I licked him clean as he flexed a few more times, letting me get it all, the sharp taste of salty sex sending another aftershock of pleasure straight to my balls.
When I finished, I left him wet, still breathless in the mess of the duvet. I leaned back again, admiring the sight of him, and he glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me. “You have a plug?”
I raised an eyebrow. “I—yeah, actually. I never used it, but—”
“Doesn’t matter. Grab it?”
In that weird after-orgasm numbness, I fumbled in my side drawer, past the smallish dildo, into the back where the stuff that was still wrapped was. It was just a plain thing, black, round and spade-like, just over an inch at the widest point.
He giggled, still sounding a little drunk, and rolled onto his back. He stretched, the lion up his side flexing prettily, and pulled his knees apart and up. Then crooked his finger at me.
I liberated the plug from its packaging, then lubed the tip of it carefully and held it up for his inspection.
“Go ahead,” he said, leaning back on both hands. His cock, half-hard and sticky, rested across his flat belly, his balls still pulled up tight enough that I could see his hole between his legs. “That way you can get back in there nice and easy any time you want it tonight.”
I leaned over him, sliding the tip of the plug into place. He bit his lower lip, his smile an invitation and a challenge, and said, “That was a really good start.”
I kissed him and wriggled the plug against his hole. He relaxed down and into it, and it slid in easily, until the base was secure in his crack. He nibbled at my lip, licked it, and then kissed me again.
“What now?” I asked into his mouth.
“Anything you want, lover boy.”
An hour later, while we were on the couch in our shorts watching TV, I slid my hand beneath his waistband.
I’d been ignoring his semi as best I could, but it was dark and heavy, pushing against his white shorts.
He rocked to rub it against my hand and nuzzled into my armpit, taking a deep breath.
I squeezed gently, rubbing my thumb into the hole, and asked into his ear, “You like the plug?”
“Yeah.” His smile was so big, so bright, the gap in his teeth so fucking cute, I could’ve eaten him alive. “Next best thing, if I can’t have you in me. Placeholder.”
“Come here.” I pulled him into my lap, so he was perched on my dick, and held him tight against me with an arm around his waist. And I slid my hand into his shorts farther, toying with his balls. He leaned back into me, eyes fluttering shut, and rubbed his forehead against my stubbly cheek.
I slid my hand down lower, until I found the base of the plug, and tapped it. Wiggled it.
He squirmed in my lap. I held him tight, kissed his neck, his face, his hair, and toyed with him through an entire episode of a show neither of us watched. He reached up and back to play with my hair; he felt me up and wriggled against me and moaned into my skin.
He was mine. The thought, the idea, sent electric shocks through me. “I love your body,” I whispered into his ear.
“I’m gonna stop working out when I hit forty,” he said with a laugh that was more of a giggle. “Hell, maybe thirty. What happens then, when I lose it all?"
"You won’t lose a goddamn thing,” I assured him.
“You know this ain’t natural. I worked for it.”
“It’s not a great body because you did all that,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his warm, straining cock inside his shorts. “It was great before. It’ll be great after.”
He whined and dug his fingertips into my hair.
“It’s great because it’s yours,” I said. “And because it reacts to me like this.”
He shivered and tried to fuck my hand, so I let him for a few seconds, kissing his jaw and face.
“Long as that doesn’t change, it’ll be great,” I finished.
“That ship has sailed, sweetheart,” he laughed.
I wanted to ask what that meant, but he was so hot and eager in my lap, and I was about to cum just from the back of his thigh pinning my hard cock in place. And that’d ruin both of our underwear.
So I pulled off his shorts, took out the plug, and slid back inside him like I fucking belonged there.