Chapter Nineteen
Orsen bit his lip as he stared at Santino.
He knew what Santino wanted to do to him, and the last time he’d done it, Orsen had fucking loved it.
He gripped the back of his thighs and pulled his legs up and spread them wide, exposing his hole to Santino’s eyes.
Santino maintained eye contact with him as he slowly lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue over Orsen’s hole.
Orsen groaned, that soft touch arcing through his body.
Santino flattened his tongue and licked over him, moving up to his balls, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard.
“Oh fuck, Santino...” Orsen mumbled as he shuddered, pleasure rushing through his groin to spiral outward.
Santino released his ball and slid back down, moving his tongue over Orsen’s hole again.
He licked across it again and again, before finally starting to circle the muscle with the tip of his tongue.
Flattening his tongue, Santino rubbed it over Orsen’s wrinkled flesh and Orsen arched back into the bed, gripping his thighs as he cried out.
Pure bliss shot through his channel, and he shivered as goose bumps appeared on his skin.
He loved Santino rimming him. The feeling was indescribable.
Santino moved back and gently bit Orsen’s thigh as his hands slid over Orsen’s abdomen, stopping to tweak his nipples.
Moving up, Santino took the head of Orsen’s cock in his mouth, sucking it before circling his tongue around it, dipping it into his slit.
Santino sat back slightly, slowly stroking Orsen’s cock, watching Orsen.
Orsen shuddered when Santino’s grip tightened, then cried out when Santino took his dick back in his mouth, swallowing him down.
Santino hummed around the head, and Orsen groaned as the vibrations moved over it and down his shaft, his legs twitching.
“I think you’re trying to kill me.”
Santino pulled off, grinned up at him, then Orsen felt Santino’s hands on his shaft as his thumbs began rubbing over the sensitive area below his head.
Orsen jerked and groaned, his legs twitching again as Santino chuckled softly.
Santino’s hand moved down to the base of his cock as his lips parted, sucking the head back in.
Orsen watched Santino’s cheeks hollow, biting his lip as Santino’s head bobbed up and down on his cock.
Santino’s hand moved in time with the movement of his head, and within seconds, Orsen’s balls tightened, and his stomach muscles clenched.
Santino’s other hand gripped his balls as Orsen threw his head back at the conflicting sensations and cried out.
He could feel a fine layer of sweat break out across his skin, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
He gripped his thighs, fingernails digging into his skin as they started to shake, and he tried to slow down his impending orgasm.
The feeling of Santino’s mouth on his cock was heaven, and Orsen knew he was going to come.
Orsen squeezed his eyes shut as Santino sucked his cock harder before releasing it.
Panting, he opened his eyes and watched as Santino sucked a finger into his mouth and ran his tongue around it.
He bit his lip as Santino lowered the finger and traced his hole with it.
Slowly, he circled it, first in one direction and then the other, but he never tried to push past the muscle.
He ran his finger from his hole up to the base of his balls and then back down again before running it around his puckered flesh.
He knew what Santino wanted to do, but could he let him? He’d asked for this, dreamed of this.
Nodding slowly, Orsen bit his lip and slowly moved his feet to rest them on Santino’s thighs.
At the same time, Santino gently pressed the tip of his finger into Orsen’s hole.
Orsen’s hands gripped his thighs tight, and he arched slightly off the bed.
His eyes opened wide, and his breathing stuttered. It burned.
“Keep those eyes on me,” Santino told him, keeping his fingertip just inside Orsen’s hole while using his other hand to stroke Orsen’s cock.
Slowly, Orsen’s grip on his thighs relaxed, and he leaned back on the bed, closing his eyes as he exhaled.
As Santino pulled his finger out and then pushed back in, Orsen opened his eyes to find Santino watching him.
He slowly moved his finger in and out of Orsen’s ass, pushing his finger farther and farther inside until suddenly Orsen realized Santino’s entire finger was in his hole and he was slowly fucking him with it.
Fuck, it felt good. Orsen jerked and moaned loudly when the tip of Santino’s finger stroked across something inside him.
“That’s your prostate. Feels amazing, doesn’t it? I love having my prostate touched and stroked. Remember, I’ve touched you here before.”
All Orsen could do was nod as Santino continued to stroke it with the tip of his finger.
His body shuddered, and he moaned again as Santino began to rub it harder.
He gripped the sheets in his hands as his body twitched constantly.
Santino’s other hand continued to stroke his cock, and his balls tightened even further in response.
Orsen groaned in pleasure from the dual sensations and whimpered when his balls began to tingle.
His back arched off the bed as the feelings intensified, and his head pressed back into the pillow.
Pleasure rolled through him, and he shouted out as he started to come, jerking with every pulse that shot from his cock.
Ribbons of come shot across his abdomen and chest, some hitting his cheek.
When Orsen had finished coming, he lay back on the bed, gasping for breath.
As Santino removed his finger, Orsen winced at the flare of pain in his ass.
He kept his eyes closed as Santino licked across his abdomen and up his chest. He eventually opened them and watched Santino’s tongue lick him clean and moaned at the sight.
It seemed so dirty watching him, but he fucking loved the sight of Santino doing it.
Orsen shivered as the sweat cooled on his hot skin, and Santino smiled up at him from where he was still licking his chest.
When Orsen’s heart rate returned to normal, he raised his hands and grabbed Santino’s face, pulling him up to kiss him.
He thrust his tongue into Santino’s mouth, moaning when he tasted his come on Santino’s tongue.
So dirty, but he liked it. He moaned again, pushing his tongue further into Santino’s mouth, tangling with Santino’s.
Tasting himself on Santino’s tongue had his limp dick twitching.
“I take it you like that?” Santino muttered as he pulled back from the kiss.
Orsen nodded and watched Santino reach across the bed and open the drawer, taking out a condom and a bottle of lube.
He laid them on the pillow next to Orsen’s head and leaned back down to kiss him.
Orsen’s hands went back into Santino’s hair, and he gripped the strands tight as their tongues touched and caressed each other.
As they lay kissing, Orsen ran his hands over Santino’s skin, marveling at the smoothness of it, the feeling of Santino’s muscles as he moved above him.
Santino eventually pulled back and asked, “What position do you want me in?”
Orsen bit his lip as he stared up at him, and Santino nodded. “Are you sure? I figured you would, you know.” He stroked his hands across Santino’s shoulders as he thought of the position he wanted.
“As this is your first time, I think you should be in charge.”
“Really?” Orsen wasn’t so sure, but he did want it.
“Yes. How do you want me?”
“Hands and knees?” he asked, biting his bottom lip.
Santino nodded and leaned back down to kiss him again.
Orsen closed his eyes as he returned the kiss, thrusting his tongue back into Santino’s mouth.
He could feel Santino’s still hard cock rub over his hip, and he felt himself harden in response.
He loved kissing Santino and feeling his body on top of him.
When Santino pulled at him, Orsen rolled them over. He stared down at Santino, then shifted back until his weight rested on his hands, and he slowly rubbed his hips and groin over Santino’s, watching their cocks move against each other, listening to Santino’s moans.
Grabbing the lube off the pillow, Orsen poured some onto his fingers before dropping it back on the bed.
He rubbed the lube between his fingers, making sure they were covered, and then looked up at Santino, biting the corner of his lip.
Santino gripped his thighs, holding them up and exposing himself to Orsen’s gaze.
“Touch me, Orsen.” Orsen swallowed hard before he leaned forward and slowly circled his finger around Santino’s hole.
He watched the muscle clench, then relax as he touched it, feeling the soft, wrinkled flesh.
When he was certain Santino had relaxed enough, he eased the tip of his finger in, then slowly pushed deeper before pulling it out.
Orsen glanced up at Santino’s face and paused.
Santino was biting his lip, a faint flush on his cheeks.
Santino’s eyes were partially closed, and he was stroking his cock, and as Orsen watched, a drop of pre-come rolled down the side.
Orsen reached out with his other hand, slowly stroking a finger up Santino’s dick, covering the tip of it in pre-come.
He raised his finger to his mouth and paused before sucking his finger into his mouth, making sure Santino watched him.
It made him feel like he was on display, even though he was the one doing it.
Santino’s eyes hooded, and when Orsen sucked on his finger, Santino moaned.
“I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me again,” Santino whispered, lifting his hips and taking Orsen’s finger deeper inside.