Chapter Twenty-Three #2
I bite my lip and nod my ascension. What does he mean he won’t be able to watch too, though? Won’t he be able to watch too if we’re—
“Oh!” I gasp, suddenly feeling those work-hewn hands spread my cheeks, quickly followed by the gritty bristles of his bearded jaw between them. He licks a line up my crease, pausing only briefly to circle his tongue around my puckered hole.
Oh my gosh, he’s—oh, he’s just diving right in.
Rimming wasn’t even on my bingo card when it came to what Evan could possibly want to try tonight, but, as I’ve said before, the man is full of surprises.
So surprising actually, that I nearly collapse on the bed after that first lick, and I probably would have, had it not been for one of his arms curling around my waist, pulling me back towards his face so he can dive in again with another series of licks and slurps—each one growing bolder and more exploratory than the last.
I expel an unabashed moan of ecstasy, which causes him to hum his approval. On that, another bead of pre-cum pulses out of my slit, dripping on the mattress below. Holy cannoli, this man…
“That’s it, baby,” Evan murmurs between soaking my hole with his spit and painting it around with his tongue, “make as much noise as you want. I want to be able to gauge how I’m doing by your inability to hold back.”
“Oh god, Evan,” I pant out, then suck in a breath as soon as I feel his tongue fluttering over my tight ring of muscle. When I feel the tip of his tongue breach that ring, I curse, “Fuckfuckfuck! Oh fuck, Evan!”
I feel his grin on my sensitive skin, followed by the low, gravelly rumble of a chuckle. “Well, I guess I know I’m doing something right, if I made you swear.”
I nod, whimpering as he resumes his ministrations. “You sure the fuck are,” I tease, watching the grin that I can’t hold back spread across my face in the mirror.
“Are you still watching yourself? How pink are your cheeks right now?” he asks between more licks and strokes.
“Very,” I huff out, breathless.
“As pink as this pretty pink hole?” he hums, giving it another tantalizing probe with his tongue. “Looks so needy, best pussy I’ve ever seen. This pussy, yours, is fucking amazing, Brooks. You taste like heaven.”
I watch as my cheeks go from blush to fire-engine red.
Since he no longer needs to hold me around my waist, because I find I’m practically thrusting my pussy back into his face, he lets his hand wander down and smear my leaky mess down my shaft to use like lube.
He alternates flattening his tongue and licking wide stripes from my taint up my entire crack to teasing and probing my hole, all while stroking me expertly in time, like he’s a seasoned pro at all this.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Such a sweet, sweet pussy. Keep riding my face like this. Break my nose if you have to, it was too straight anyway,” he taunts.
I can’t even form words anymore, every noise pouring out of me is a mashup of moans, groans, and whimpers.
Not once do I break my word and take my eyes off the show, though.
I watch his taut shoulders ripple and contract as he moves his way around down there.
From the side, I see his biceps flex and give as he pumps my pre-cum lubed, throbbing dick.
Quite by surprise, his hand releases my dick, and he skims lower tugging my balls. Then, he presses the pad of his thumb to a spot just behind my taint, and I quiver. The external prostate massage he’s giving me, in between the licking and sucking of my hole, has me crying out… loudly.
“I-I can’t—mmfuck, Evan—too good,” I pant out the utter nonsense, warning him of my impending climax. “So good. I’m right there. Ev-an!”
Suddenly, I feel like I’m weightless—my soul having been snatched right out from inside me as I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Warmth blooms in my lower gut, and my balls tighten.
I have no idea if what I cry out is even intelligible, all I know is that I’m at max volume, trembling and writhing beneath him.
My cock fires out jet after jet of hot cum. I didn’t even realize I had it in me to orgasm this hard, or so much…
“Fuck,” I sputter as he moves aside, so I can roll over and away from the mess that spilled over his hand and onto the bed.
I lay here for a bit, eyes closed and blissed out, while I come down to Earth.
Finally, I start to come to my senses again, and I confess, “That was my first time getting eaten out, and that was—fuck, that was amazing.”
More than amazing, it was blissful. Is there another word more poignant than blissful? Because maybe that’s what I want. Uber-euphoric or something. That may not have been where I saw tonight taking us, but I am by far not displeased by the change in outcome.
A choked noise from Evan gets me to open my eyes. When I do, I’m met with Evan’s gaping expression. “I don’t even know what to be more shocked about right now, the fact that you swore again, or—what do you mean? That was really your first time?”
I bite the inside of one of my hot cheeks and nod. “Yeah…”
“Oh, goddamn,” Evan groans, swiping a hand down his face, “and I thought I couldn’t get any harder...”
“Can I please take care of that for you? I did really good just watching, but I can’t stand not returning the favor, especially after that epicness.”
He takes a moment to consider it, but then rises off the bed and fetches me a washcloth to clean off with.
Then he tosses me my swim shorts from my clean laundry heap on the chair in the corner of the room.
One that I have yet to find the time to put away, but not because I have too much stuff to take care of from the camp, for once.
No, this time, it’s because I’ve been far too distracted by Evan and seeing wherever this experience takes us.
We’ve been too invested in building something meaningful between us, because we both realize that we’ve got just this summer to see if this blossoms into something worth pursuing once camp ends, for me to focus on things like folding and putting away laundry.
But something tells me that if I keep making a mess of my bedding like this, it may need to become more of a priority.
“I’m too hot to stay up in this muggy room. Let’s go for a swim,” Evan suggests. “There must be somewhere private on this shore we can go to,” he adds with a wink.