Chapter 11 Moving in #2
“Turn around,” I muttered against his lips. “Please.”
He obeyed, bracing himself on the wall and pushing his ass out, and I groaned.
Stroking his round ass, admiring the way the fabric hugged the curves, I wondered if he’d let me fuck him real quick before we had to go.
I ran my fingers along his crease, pressing against the firm material, and he looked over his shoulder with darkened eyes.
I reached around, popping the first two buttons open.
He didn’t protest, so I tugged the pants down just enough to expose his crease and most of his ass cheeks.
The pants held his legs together, and it took me a couple of seconds to find his hole with my fingers. Wetness coated them immediately.
“Do you want to fuck me in this outfit?” he asked in a whisper, not pulling off the cocky tone he might have been going for.
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I opened my fly and grabbed my erection. Lawrie curved his spine, and I slipped my cock into his crease, looking for the right angle. The tip snagged onto his rim, and I pushed.
Lawrie heaved a sigh of what sounded like relief.
Even though I knew how it’d be, I still got steamrolled by the overwhelming sensations around my dick when I was inside him.
My cock had changed, the head bigger, the ridges sensitive as fuck, the half-swollen knot tingling subtly, and sliding it all through Lawrie’s slick flesh felt a thousand times more intense than any sex I’d ever had.
His hands slipping on the wall, he pushed against me when I thrust carefully at first, then harder and faster.
With how the tight pants held his legs together, I couldn’t go deep, but the snug sensation around my cock was incredible.
Soon, our skin smacked together, and I stared, fascinated, at how the exposed slice of his pale ass bunched and jiggled in the rhythm.
“I don’t…want to…make them dirty.”
“Tell me when you’re close.”
“Aah. Ernest… Now!”
I pulled out, my balls protesting, and flipped him around.
I sank to my knees and closed my mouth over his cock jutting out from the unbuttoned pants.
He cried out when I sucked him into my throat and pushed three fingers into his drenched hole.
Within seconds, his cum poured into me. I flipped him again and spread his ass cheeks open so I could lick him clean.
He shivered, looking down at me under his arm, his eyes almost black.
“Stand up,” he said.
I placed one last kiss onto his opening and rose.
Lawrie gripped my upper arms and pushed me against the wall. Then he sank to his knees, not breaking eye contact.
Oh God.
I hadn’t let anyone do this to me in ages. Aside from a few experiments with a dragon omega when I went to college, I’d never risked receiving oral sex. The slight difference in anatomy used to make me wary, but now there was no reason. Lawrie knew all there was to know about me.
He opened my jeans all the way and cupped my balls, rolling them in his palm.
Then he stroked lightly along my length with his other hand.
I could only stare at his lips helplessly, hoping, begging him without words to please kiss my cock.
Lick it. Suckle just a little, only a taste, so I’d know how it felt.
When he rubbed his parted lips against the exposed oversensitive head, I bit my fist to stop myself from yelling. His tongue against my cockhead sent currents of pure delight through me. He wrapped his lips around the crown, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue all over.
“Lawrie, please…”
What was I begging for?
He stroked my shaft with both hands and began sucking, taking me deeper, past the tingling ridges. He licked the underside and sucked even deeper until almost half of my dick disappeared in his mouth.
“Lawrie. Sweetheart.”
It was everything.
The sensations of his hot, wet mouth and tongue, the firm grip of his hands, the sight of him on his knees for me. When he moaned around my cock, his long eyelashes fluttering as if he liked it, as if sucking me off brought him pleasure too, I felt the orgasm rise like a storm gathering.
“I’m close, love.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t let go. If anything, he sucked harder, taking me deeper still, and I lost it.
Staring at his beautiful face, I let the pleasure overwhelm me.
It burst from my balls, throbbed in my knot, and burned through my cock.
Lawrie swallowed everything, moaning between loud gulps.
He liked the taste of me. Thank heavens.
The sight of him eating my cum so greedily made me shudder with aftershocks.
He licked me clean and suckled on my slit before he rose to his feet and gave me a sweet, lingering kiss.
I grabbed his face between my hands and leaned my forehead against his, trying to recover from the orgasmic trance.
“So…you said something about flying?” he whispered.
“Flying? You make me soar, Lawrie.”
He looked smug when I finally let go of him and adjusted my pants.
I grabbed my phone and car keys and swung the rucksack over my shoulder. The duffel waited by the entry door.
“Aren’t we a little late, though?” Lawrie asked on our way to the garage. “It’ll be almost dark when we arrive.”
“That’s exactly what we need. Don’t worry. Are you tired?”
“No. Worst case, I’ll take a nap in the car.”
“By all means.”
“What’s in the duffel?” he asked.
“You’ll see.”
He threw me a suspicious glance but didn’t push for an answer.