Chapter 10 #2
“Yeah? That’s a good thing.” Bay explored his body, fingers moving on him like the man was trying to memorize him.
“Uh-huh.” His fingers were getting distracted, confused.
Bay licked at his lips, then the man began to trace him with his tongue, just like he had with his fingers. He could feel how he was Bay’s focus, and it was dizzying.
“I—” His body began to move without his permission, his hips jerking restlessly.
“Shh…” Bay closed their mouths together again, one hand wrapping around his ass again and encouraging his movements.
He nodded. Quiet. Focus. Feel. He could do this.
Bay’s tongue slid into his mouth, tasting him, very thuroughly.
His cock was hard as nails, throbbing heavily against his belly.
As they rocked together, he could feel an answering heat, Bay as affected by their closeness as he was. It felt good, to share the need.
He cried out into Bay’s lips, and suddenly, he didn’t know what to do. Bay clearly did, though, the big hand on his ass bringing them together over and over, Bay’s tongue fucking his lips.
He let Bay drive, trusting in those big, beautiful hands.
They were gearing up for another orgasm, like they hadn’t just come in seconds up against his bedroom door. Like they were a pair of teenagers.
He drowned his gasps in Bay’s lips, his entire body vibrating with need.
“God, you’re hot,” Bay told him, continuing to pull them together in a rhythm set to keep building the desire between them. Then his mouth was taken again, Bay’s kiss fierce.
Hot? He was burning alive. Seriously.
Bay rocked them together, their cocks bumping and sliding in the most delicious way.
“You’re making me crazy.” He nibbled on Bay’s bottom lip, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I can’t believe I’m ready to go again.”
“Crazy is good. Ready is good.” Bay’s free hand wrapped around his cock, Bay tugging slowly, squeezing when he reached the head, thumb sliding across the tip.
His lips dropped open, and he gasped. His legs and toes curled up.
Bay chuckled. “Right there, huh?”
He nodded because he had no words.
Bay didn’t need to be told twice, the man working his cockhead like a pro, rubbing and squeezing and driving him absolutely crazy.
“I want to watch your face when you come.”
No one had ever said anything like that to him, ever. It was all he needed. He just went right over the edge of the moon. Boom.
“Oh fuck.” Bay groaned, then kissed him, hand still working him, drawing out shivers and aftershocks.
“Oh. Oh, that’s… yum.” He blinked, just a little dazed.
Bay smiled, looking like the cat who’d gotten the cream, hand slowing on his cock.
“You… wow. I—Wow.”
“You’re speechless. I rendered you speechless.” Bay sounded a little awed by that.
“Yes.” Bay was amazing. Absolutely amazing to him.
Bay smiled, hand on his cock sliding away to rub his come into his belly.
His cheeks were burning. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “How can I— What would you like?”
He wasn’t selfish. He really wasn’t.
“I’m easy,” Bay told him before chuckling. “In more ways than one, it seems.”
He smiled and reached down, cradling Bay’s balls, rolling them gently in their sac. Bay’s lids dropped down over his eyes and he groaned, bit his bottom lip.
“You’re so fine,” he whispered, beginning to lick and nuzzle Bay’s jaw.
“Mmm.” Bay raised his head, giving Pete more room. “Sweet tongue.”
He loved the encouragement, and he hummed, licking his way south.
“Damn. So good.” The hand on his ass opened and closed, Bay humming and moaning for him.
He kept stroking Bay’s cock, petting him as he kissed and nuzzled his way south on the fine body.
“Fuck, yes. Please. Yes.” Bay’s hands were still on him, but they were beginning to wander, Bay’s brain clearly no longer in charge.
That worked for him because he could just wander down and give the man the best blow job of his life. At least he hoped so.
He made it down to Bay’s belly button, nuzzled there, and then bumped the tip of Bay’s cock with his chin.
Bay cried out, hips bucking.
Then there was another cry—one of the kids—and Bay groaned.
“Shh, shh. Maybe they’ll settle.” He didn’t want to hurry this. This was too good to rush.
“You think?” Bay seemed to be holding his breath.
“I hope.” One was different than the other…
“Me, too. Like more than I’ve ever hoped for anything before.”
He grinned at Bay and leaned down to wrap the tip of the sweet cock in his lips.
That was definitely a whimper coming from Bay, and Bay opened and closed his hands on Pete’s shoulders.
He just needed to get to work, sucking and licking and giving Bay all the pleasure he could.
And it looked like he could—there wasn’t any more noise from the kids.
He opened up, sucking sure and steady, tongue lashing Bay’s shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curse was muffled, and he glanced up to find Bay had shoved his hand into his mouth to keep himself quiet.
That was right. They just needed to finish this, together. He just had to get Bay off.
In a way, it was too bad; he would have loved to take his time and explore Bay’s cock properly, but with four kids who were prone to waking from nightmares in the house, that wasn’t a good bet, so he kept the suction strong and quick.
Bay’s muffled moans floated down to him, the man’s hips rocking, pushing the thick cock deep into his throat. He took every inch, loving how Bay’s thighs went rock hard.
It wasn’t going to be long now, and he swallowed hard around the head, then slapped the tip as Bay pulled back.
Muffled as it was, Bay’s cry was still louder this time and he slammed back in, coming down Pete’s throat.
He swallowed, over and over, taking Bay in and feeding off that pleasure.
Bay groaned and sank into the bed, hand stroking his head.
Pete relaxed, nuzzling Bay’s belly. “Oh, thank you.”
Bay snorted. “No, thank you.”
He smiled up. “Still not sorry.”
“Yeah, I’m having trouble feeling sorry myself.” Bay stroked his face.
He kissed Bay’s fingertips. He needed to get up, get cleaned, put on pajamas.
“I should get back to my room,” Bay murmured, regret in his voice. “Before one of the kids really wakes up.”
“Yeah. I understand.” He didn’t like it, but he understood.
“I’ll try not to wake you again,” Bay murmured softly as he got out of bed. Then he bent and gave Pete a hard kiss before putting on his pajama bottoms and slipping from the room.
“You could, if you wanted to…”
Bay was gone, though, and Pete didn’t know if the man had heard him.
It didn’t really matter. It happened and it was good, and he needed to sleep.
Hopefully he could.