Chapter Fourteen
Anthony
It doesn’t take me long to take care of everything I needed to do. I look at myself in the massive mirror in Kason’s bathroom. I’m still naked because that’s one less step we’ll have to worry about when I go back out there, but my dick has obviously gone soft in my cleanup break.
Kason Maddox is about to fuck me.
My boyfriend is about to fuck me.
That word boyfriend, as happy as I want to let it make me, sends me into a tailspin of doubt and fear, so I do my best to shut off that train of thought, lock down the tracks, close off the fucking tunnel.
Do not enter. Doubt isn’t allowed here. I just want to enjoy this moment for what it is, enjoy these weeks or months or however long it is we play this game because Kason is so fucking good and I want that.
I open the bathroom door and walk out to see him lying in the middle of his king-size bed, waiting for me.
He’s shirtless and wearing his athletic pants, his white, plush bedding looking like a cloud beneath him.
He gives me a smile that’s half confident, half tentative, like he thinks I might change my mind or wonders if this is the right thing to do.
I appreciate his wanting to make sure I know he’s not only around for my hole, but he doesn’t realize I actually need this—need it from him.
I walk over, noticing the condoms and lube on the nightstand. Such a Boy Scout, always prepared. When I get to the bed, I climb on top of him, straddling his lap. “Thank you.” I trace his left collarbone with my finger.
“For what?”
“This.” That same finger dances its way down his chest. “I want to connect with you this way. I’ve had a lot of hookups, and sex with one so-called boyfriend, but I’ve never had sex with someone who really cares about me, someone who is a good friend and who’s thinking about what’s best for me.”
Admitting that makes my skin heat, makes it prickle with discomfort because it’s letting Kason see more of the real me, the one that’s not hiding behind bravado and always trying to be a good time.
When he doesn’t respond right away, I add, “It doesn’t hurt that you’re hot too,” but he doesn’t take the bait, doesn’t let me pretend I meant what I said in any way other than what I had.
Kason reaches up and cups my face. “Jesus, Ant. You don’t even know what you do to me.
You haven’t left my head for one moment for months.
And I do care about you. You’re so fucking sweet and perfect.
How can I not?” This time it’s Kason’s fingertips playing over my skin, tapping out a melody that only my body can hear.
He keeps going south, doesn’t stop until he reaches my half-hard cock, which swells just from being in his presence.
“I’ll make sure you know how much I want you, how much I crave you, how fucking pretty and sexy you are, inside and out. ”
I tremble at his touch. “Tell me more.” I lick one of his nipples.
“Like…if I were to turn around…maybe spread my cheeks for you…would you tell me how much you like what you see?” Because I want to hear that from him.
Want Kason to tell me, but it’s not like me to be too passive when it comes to my body and desire either.
It used to get on Malcolm’s nerves, and I quieted that part of myself with him, let him make me believe there was something wrong with owning my desire and that the bad sex was all my fault.
“Hey, where did you go? None of that. You stay right here in the moment with me, sexy. If you turn around, I’m going to use a lot more than words on you.
I’m going to give you my fingers…my tongue.
I’ve been dying to taste your pretty ass.
I was hard the whole night at Lush, watching you dance in that tiny Speedo. ”
My pulse jumps, a smile pulling at my lips. “Even back then?”
“Yes. I’ve been physically attracted to you since the first time I saw you, gorgeous. When I got to know you, all it made me do is want you more.”
God, I love hearing things like that from him. I’ve never craved hearing it from anyone else, but every time Kason tells me how much he desires me, it flips all these switches inside me I didn’t even know I had.
“Well, now you have me…naked and waiting for you. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with me.” I turn around on his lap, on my hands and knees, arching prettily for him.
Kason groans, his cock visibly growing beneath his pants.
“Back up a little more,” he tells me, and I do as he says. As ridiculous as it sounds, my body already feels weak, my arms wobbly with the lust shooting through me, making it hard to hold myself up. “Fuck…look at this ass. Shake it for me.”
Again, I do as Kason says, giving my bootie a jiggle and making it bounce just right.
“You have no idea how sexy you are, how fucking gorgeous. Such a nice, tight ass, begging for my tongue…my cock. Your cute little hole tucked away between your smooth cheeks.”
“I keep it waxed,” I admit. “I wanted a smooth hole for you. Tell me how much you like it, tell me if I did good for you.” Please let me be good for him. I need it so bad.
“So fucking good. Perfect. Cutest little peach I’ve ever seen. Good thing I’m hungry.”
His big, strong hands grip my cheeks, pulling them apart, and then his face is in my ass, tongue flicking over my hungry hole. God, I needed this, needed him. I push back against him, whimper when Kason moans into my ass like a starving man being given his favorite meal.
There’s nothing like having my ass eaten.
It’s always been one of my favorite things.
Being feasted on, a lover taking the time to soften me up, to work me open with his tongue, is next-level hot, but there’s something about knowing it’s Kason that makes it even better.
This kind, caring, bighearted man who seems to want me as much as I want him.
I push back against him even more, hole begging to be breached, trying to ride his damn face.
Kason presses his stiffened tongue against my softening rim, working his way inside.
My dick bobs beneath me, swollen and leaking, giving a hard twitch when he first pushes in.
He fucks me with his tongue, turning me inside out.
The room feels like it’s two hundred degrees, my body slick, breathing coming out in needy, panting sounds.
I push a hand beneath me, rubbing over the bulge in his track pants. Fuck, why hadn’t I taken the time to get him naked? I want to feel his hard length against my palm, want the warmth of his body to radiate into me.
He keeps fucking his tongue in and out of me, only pulling out to lick my crack, suck on my tight balls, then push his way into my eager hole again.
It’s wild how desired he makes me feel, how treasured and taken care of just by eating my ass.
It’s not what’s happening, though, but who’s doing it.
Somehow, given the needy, whiny sounds escaping my mouth, it’s as if this is the first time I’ve been eaten out.
“Fucking delicious,” Kason says. “I could sit here with my face buried in your ass all day. You’re so fucking pretty, and you taste so goddamned good. I’m already addicted to this sweet hole.” He rubs circles on it with the tip of a finger.
“You feel so good. I need you to touch me.” I wave my ass in his face again, still rubbing his erection.
“What about here?” He cups my balls. “Look at these, all full of cum for me. First I got to eat your pretty ass, and later I’ll get to eat your load. You’re so good at spoiling me.”
“Fuck me,” I order. “I’m dying for your dick. Let me ride it. Please. I’ll be good for you.” I can’t comprehend the words coming out of my mouth right now. I’ve never told someone I would be good for them before, but I want to be fucking perfect for Kason.
“You already are. You’re so fucking good for me, Ant. I’ll fuck you soon, but I’m not done showing you how much I want you.”
I nearly sob when he’s easing me off him and onto my back.
I watch him, stroking my throbbing dick, but when he moves to climb onto me, I say, “Nope,” and he freezes.
“Not yet. If you’re going to torture me, you have to do it naked.
I’m so fucking cock-hungry for you. I’ll at least be able to see it and touch it while you make me come undone. ”
He chuckles, leaning forward on his knees and sealing our mouths together. I swallow the sound of his laughter, feel it seep into me, burrow into my bones. It’s impossible to feel anything except Kason’s joy when I’m with him.
He works himself out of his pants, my hands moving to them to help, while we keep kissing. When he’s naked, Kason is pushing me down onto my back, climbing over me, sliding his hot, hard body against mine as we kiss and kiss and kiss.
God, he feels so damn good.
I grab his ass, pull him closer, knead his muscular cheeks as we rut and rub our dicks together.
“Where are you going?” I whine when he pulls back, making him chuckle.
“I’m not going far, sexy boy. Just looking at how pretty you are.” He sits on his knees, gaze locked on me. “So fucking pretty and sweet. I’m so lucky to be your boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes, though his words make me feel like I’m flying.
“I’m serious. None of that.” Bending forward, he nuzzles into my neck, licking and sucking the skin there, and I practically melt into the mattress.
Kason licks one collarbone, then the other.
“I’m going to taste you everywhere, explore every inch of your pretty body before I fuck that delicious hole of yours. ”
My dick spasms. Is there anything in the world sexier than Kason Maddox telling you all the ways he wants to bring you pleasure? I don’t think there is.
“Do I get to taste this again?” I wrap a hand around his shaft, giving his dick a stroke.
“Mmm. Maybe. But I kinda want everything to be about you.”
“You don’t think sucking your dick is for me? I love your cock and, baby…you know how good my mouth is.” I nip his lip.
“Best mouth I’ve ever had, just like I know you’ll have the best hole I’ve ever had. I’ll make sure you get one more taste before I fuck your pretty ass.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Now let me explore.”
I lie back and watch as he nips at my nipple, making me hiss and arch forward.
He licks the sting away, then moves to the other one, doing the same.
I thread my hand through his hair, playing with it, scratching at his scalp while he literally kisses, licks, bites, and explores every inch of my chest, just like he promised.
Kason stops every once in a while to tell me how good I am for him, how good I feel.
He keeps calling me perfect when I’m not sure anyone has ever thought that word when it comes to me.
Maybe it’s just sex talk, but it doesn’t feel like it right now.
When Kason speaks, his words are like the sweetest truth I’ve ever heard.
When he gets to my hip bones, I’m thrusting forward, my dick begging for any kind of friction I can find.
“Patience, little dancer. I’m trying to figure out what parts of you taste the best.” He spreads wet kisses along my right hip bone. “I especially like these. They taste amazing, but I’m dying for this.” His tongue trails down the crease where my thigh meets my groin.
“Fuck,” I groan. How can everything he does feel so fucking good?
“Yep. Delicious. Kinda musky and masculine. It’s easy to bury my nose in your balls here too.” He does exactly as he says, licking and sucking.
“You’ve seen me do yoga. I’m very flexible. You can bend me around any way you want.”
He looks up at me and grins. “Well, that sounds like a good time.”
“What can I say? I enjoy a good time.”
“God, you’re fun.” He grabs my legs, pushing them back, nearly folding me in half, then uses his tongue to explore my ass crack again, swiping at my hole. It constricts in response.
“Please,” I beg. I’ve never begged for sex in my life, but I would do it for Kason.
“Still just as good as I remember.”
He goes to my sac next, my dick, but he’s an evil, mean man who likes to torture me, so he doesn’t give me what I asked for.
Kason’s mouth works its way down my thighs, spending time at the back of my knees, then down my calves. He kisses my feet, and I giggle. That just makes him do it again, tongue sweeping across the arch before he sucks my toe into his mouth.
“You have a foot fetish?” I ask.
“No. I have an Anthony fetish.”
His words are like a jump start to my body, a jolt shooting through me. The way he speaks about me, to me, the way he touches me. It feels all too real. It’s doing things to my brain, twisting me up, and it’s becoming harder to care.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need your cock so goddamned bad.” I grab him and pull him on top of me. I see the resolve break and know he’s about to give me what I want.
“You’re so incredible. It’s killing me not to be inside you.
If you want my dick, you’re going to get it.
How can I deny you when you’re so damn good for me?
” He pushes onto his knees, thighs on either side of my head.
“But first, just to show you I don’t break promises…
” He angles his dick down, traces my lips with it, then pushes inside.
The taste of him makes me feel drunk, makes me dizzy as I suck on Kason’s fat cock. I moan around it, bob on him for as long as he’ll allow, which isn’t very long.
“I can’t fuck you if you make me come with that sexy mouth of yours.” Kason leans down and kisses me. “Now let’s get you ready to ride me.”
I can’t fucking wait.