Chapter 22 #2
He gasps and his pucker twitches tighter again, making my cock ache and drool with the thought of how hard he would clench around me if I fucked him. Not tonight though. Tonight’s about finding out if being on the receiving end of ass play does it for him.
“I managed to turn you with my throat game, now we’re going to find out if my tongue is talented enough to make you a bottom, so go ahead and relax and let me do my thing.”
Diego sputters another muffled laugh that turns into a gasp when my tongue meets his hole for the first time.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts, his hips jerking and his ass cheeks clenching like he can’t decide if he wants to get away from the strange, wet feeling or get more of it. He seems to settle on the latter though, sinking a little deeper into position with his back arched and his thighs spread.
The salty taste of his sweat coats my tongue, and I lick him deeper, slower, taking my time stroking his tense pucker. Just the flutter of his hole under my tongue makes my cock harder and stokes a pulsing, feral heat in my gut.
“Oh.” Diego groans again, his tight hole relaxing a fraction against my tongue. “Oh, wow. That’s…” He trails off with a heavy breath, too lost in the feeling to bother thinking about a word to describe it.
His hips jerk again, and he grinds himself against my mouth with a muffled moan into his pillow. Spit runs down my chin, and I wiggle my tongue against his softening entrance, coaxing him to relax little by little until I’m able to slip my tongue inside.
“Callan,” he gasps, clenching around my tongue and pushing up onto his hands, giving himself more leverage to thrust back to meet my wet strokes.
I reach between his legs to cup his heavy balls, cradled by the jock but still managing to swing with his jerky movements. I squeeze them gently and he gasps again, riding my tongue more wildly.
“I feel like… like…” He lets out a small whine and shoves one hand down his jock.
“You want more?” I guess, nipping at the sensitive edge of his hole to elicit another moan.
“Please,” he groans.
He’s wet enough with the saliva I’ve left dripping from his hole that I don’t bother stopping things to look for lube.
One finger will be fine, and given the way he’s panting and writhing, something tells me that’s all it will take.
I spit on his hole just to be sure he’s good to go, and his pucker twitches as he moans again.
I circle his rim with my index finger, then ease the tip inside.
He’s so fucking hot and tight inside that I let out a guttural sound of my own, grinding my cock against the back of his thigh for a little bit of relief.
He whimpers and squeezes around my finger, and I know every sound from his lips is going to live rent free in my fantasies for the rest of my life.
I thrust in and out slowly a few times, letting him get used to the feeling, my hips jerking unconsciously, humping his leg like a dog in heat as I lean over him and kiss along his spine, tasting more of the sweat on his skin.
He’s down on one elbow again, his other arm flexing as he jerks himself off furiously.
“Faster,” he begs, his thighs trembling as he bounces on my finger, chasing a high I know he didn’t expect when he agreed to give this a try.
I give him what he wants, crooking my finger in search of his prostate and working his hole with faster, rougher strokes. He wails and clenches.
“Fuck, Cal, it feels so good,” he pants. “Jerk off on my hole.”
My eyes roll back and my balls clench in eager agreement with his idea.
I shuffle into a better position and use my free hand to spread his cheeks a little more, watching the way my finger slides in and out of his tight pucker for a few seconds.
The clench of it tugs me back in every time I slip it out, fluttering around my knuckles as they drag against his sensitive rim with every thrust.
I let go of his ass cheek and wrap my hand around my cock, groaning with relief as soon as my fingers tighten around my aching shaft.
I stroke myself at the same rough pace as I finger his hole, not quite as fast as his desperate motions with his hand down his jock, but still furious and needy.
I let the head of my cock bump against his rim, dripping a string of precum onto his pucker.
Diego lets out a low, gut-deep moan and his hole grips my finger tight again, his body quaking before his inner muscles start to pulse rhythmically.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moan, jerking myself faster, dragging my cockhead against his ass cheek and his twitching rim, still watching the way his hole flutters around my knuckle until the heat in my gut explodes and I follow him over the edge.
My cum splatters against his ass cheek and the crease of his ass, dripping over his hole, a few spurts even reaching his lower back with the dizzying force of my orgasm.
When the pulsing of his hole slows, I slip my finger out and wrap my arms around him, grinding my still-throbbing cock against the curve of his ass cheek until my balls are drained and I’m totally spent.
“Damn, I wasn’t expecting that,” He lets out a breathless laugh, his voice muffled by the pillow again as we collapse together onto the bed.
“When are you going to learn to stop underestimating me?” I tease, and he laughs again. “Let me grab a rag to clean you up.”
“And a water bottle,” he croaks. “Please.”
“You got it. Be right back.” I slap his bare ass as I get up just to enjoy the jiggle of it, and I take an extra second to imprint the sight of my cum streaked across his cheeks in my memory before I saunter bare assed out of his bedroom.
I’m expecting to see Slapshot snoozing on the couch, but I step into the living room and the dog isn’t alone.
“Shit,” I mutter.