18 Aubie #2
As much as I can appreciate his push-pull energy, I’m not in the mood to play tag with him.
I claim his mouth again. Probing. Sucking.
Delirious with need. I put every ounce of lust into the effort, ravaging his tongue and gnawing on his lip until I’m sure it’s raw and swollen and not even caring a little bit. Let the world see what I did to him.
I slip one hand into his waistband and unbutton his jeans while keeping my mouth glued to his. He tries to pull back, but I suck his tongue in deeper to hold him to me while I lower his zipper. Boxers. Makes it easier to slide my hand inside to palm his rigid cock.
I rub my thumb over his head where a bead of precum awaits and use it to lubricate my strokes.
He groans long and low and I lap up the desperation in that sound.
Yes, baby, let loose.
“Feel that?” I hum against his lips. “You can run. You can hide. But you can’t fool me. Your cock is hungry for me.”
“Shut up.”
I chuckle. “Stop fighting it, baby. You know you want it as bad as I do.”
“Stop calling me that,” he mutters.
Such a one-track mind, but there’s no heat in the protest now. I lick up the side of his neck, back to his ear, biting his lobe before sucking it into my mouth. “Fucking perfect.”
This time it’s his mouth that seeks mine, tangling his tongue with mine and moaning around it.
My cock is ready to burst as I rub it against his.
I could kiss him all day. Could drown in his taste and the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
Could make him my last meal, devouring him one long slow bite at a time.
What is he doing to me?
Why is he under my skin like this? Yes, he’s easy to look at. Fuck that, he’s hot. And sexy. And despite that steel-like control that makes him come off as a complete asshole, I can sense something savage about him under the surface. I can’t wait to open him up and tear him apart.
I shove the jacket off his shoulders and back him up toward the sectional.
Looks like I’ll be cleaning the upholstery after all because I can’t wait long enough to get us to the bedroom.
Lucky for me I anticipated as much and stashed some lube and condoms on the end table.
Just because I was never a boy scout doesn’t mean I’m not prepared.
He tries to pull away from me, to separate his mouth from mine, but I’m having none of that. Instead I press harder. Suck his tongue deeper.
He releases the most delicious moan and I lap that shit up. I can’t wait any longer to feel his skin against mine. I reach down and untie the drawstring of my flimsy pants so a shimmy of my hips sheds them, leaving me bare to the bone.
Ah, better.
I rub my cock against his, taking both in my hand and jerking them. He grunts and thrusts his hips, chasing the contact. Driving me insane. I need to feel him inside me.
Now.
I unbutton the single button holding my gauzy shirt closed and shrug it off my shoulders, writhing my body against his. His hands drop to my waist, then slide lower to my hips, holding me in place while his mouth remains locked to mine.
Not that I’m going anywhere.
“Fuck me,” I groan into his mouth as I wrap my leg around his and push him down onto the couch. He grunts as his ass hits the seat and I follow him down, dropping to my knees on the floor.
Before he can start to do something stupid like think I pull my mouth away from his and move down to close my lips around his cock, sucking him to the back of my throat.
“Mmfuck,” he mumbles, and the sound does something to me. I’ve never been this ravenous for a man before.
I swirl my tongue around his head and pull free, grabbing the legs of his pants and pulling. “Let’s get you out of these.”
He watches me peel off his pants and boxers, his eyes bled nearly to black. I want to see them wrecked. I want to hear him moan my name when he comes.
I grab the hem of his shirt and lift. He takes over and pulls it over his head, then looks down at me, that deer in the headlights expression coming back.
Oh no. We can’t have that. His cock doesn’t really need any encouragement right now since it’s stiff as iron, but I still close my hand around it and give it a few pumps while I reach around back to extract the plug from my ass.
“What’s that?” he asks.
I smile at him; he’s so delightfully na?ve. “Something to get me ready for your big cock.”
I drop the slippery toy on the floor and grab his hand, shoving his fingers toward my hole. “Can’t wait to feel your big cock breaching my ass.”
I push his fingers inside and wiggle against his palm until I can’t stand it anymore.
I need his cock. I reach for the lube and a condom on the table beside me.
After suiting him up, I squirt a generous dollop of lube into my hand and coat his cock.
I should take my time with this, but I’m too keyed up.
If I don’t get his cock inside me right now, I may explode.
I straddle his hips and position my ass over him.
“Ready?”
He nods, eyes wide and unsettled.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you,” I say as I guide his cock to my hole then lower myself onto him.
I go slow, both for his and my own sake, because damn, he’s thick. My body is coated with sweat by the time I bottom out. I sit there for a minute, giving us both a chance to catch our breath.
I can’t believe he’s inside me. That all the chasing and lusting has finally come to this. It’s a moment worthy of reflection. Of celebration. In all my slutty adventures, I’ve never wanted a cock this bad.
“You okay?” I ask, because he’s looking a little overwhelmed.
When he nods, I start to move, rocking my hips while I raise up then slide back down on him. I keep the pace slow at first until he gets used to it. Only when I start to feel him relax do I increase the speed, placing my hands on his chest to lean into him as I fuck his cock.
It feels amazing. Better than it should. Almost criminal.
I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds, of lovers, and nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing has ever sparked this warmth swelling in my chest. This giddiness that’s making me grin like a fool.
I bring my mouth back to his and latch onto his swollen lower lip, sucking it into my mouth. Biting it. Plunging my tongue inside while my ass swallows his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes fluttering closed as he strains against me.
I grab my own cock and start to pump in time to my thrusts. After a minute he opens his eyes and meets mine before closing his hand around mine.
“Can I?”
“Anything you like.”
“Can we change positions?”
“Where do you want me?”
He glances at the seat beside him and I lift myself up and roll over, landing on my backside with my knees bent, ass in the air.
“Come and shove that big cock deep inside me.”