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Before he completed his question, I found his pink pucker and swiped a tongue against his entrance, holding him steady when he jerked in my hold. Then I feasted; both on the tangy taste of his skin and the sounds I drew from him as my tongue traveled from his pucker to his taint.

“This is so…” His statement ended on a moan, and I was thrilled when he jerked his hips back and forth, seeking more pleasure from me.

My hands traveled from his waist and down to his ass. The man had the cutest bubble butt, not at all matching his slim size, but luscious and delectable all the same. In normal circumstances, my actions would be a means to an end; to get Ollie loose enough to stuff him with my cock and make him lose his mind as he clung to me.

But as he sought his pleasure, I wanted nothing more than to take my time, savoring this moment that was much more than a normal fuck. He made all the difference.

Although my cock was throbbing and leaking precome, I ignored it in favor of listening to Ollie beg me for more.

“It’s indecent and sexy as all fuck. Fuck, Connor, please, I need something more.”

I pressed kisses against the soft skin of his inner thigh, but my feasting wasn’t over yet. Needing more, I tilted his hips and sucked one ball into my mouth, tonguing it before moving onto the other one. My hand searched for the bottle I set somewhere near the pillow after our early morning frotting session and coated my fingers. Not leaving Ollie without my touch, I circled around his saliva slicked hole and slid the tip of my finger inside.

His hips jerked forward before settling back, driving my finger deeper inside of him, and having both of us moaning at the action.

“Yes!” He shouted.

As he sought pleasure from both my fingers inside him and me tonguing his taint while catching the rim of his hole, I loved how responsive he was to my touch.

“Another,” Ollie demanded.

Not willing to deny either of us what we both craved, I spent the next few minutes fucking him open with my fingers as I inhaled his scent, now stronger with a fine sheen of sweat clinging to his skin as he fucked himself on my fingers and seeking pleasure from my tongue.

As I teetered on the edge of the pleasure and pain that comes from self-denial, my cry pierced the air when Ollie’s hand encircled my penis and stroked me from base to tip. Unable to take another minute without my being inside Ollie, I gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back as the momentum had me following him.

The wrecked expression on the younger man’s face unleashed the beast I’d controlled since I claimed Ollie for myself. His chest heaved with his quick inhale and exhales, the lids of his eyes lowered to half mast, looking wrecked, sexy-as-fuck, and mine.

“Ready to take my cock?” I growled.

Rather than answer with words, he gripped the back of his thighs and held his knees by his head, leaving him exposed to my view.

I knee-walked forward, holding my cock and squeezing the base to prevent the throbbing from becoming release. With my gaze on his face to see his reaction, I rubbed the head against his lube-slicked entrance.

His answering whimper caused me to do something out of the ordinary, but the obscene nature of it encouraged the move. I slapped my cock against his hole and taint, which made my man release the filthiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life.

Fuck this! I need this man more than my next breath.

Still with half of my brain firing, the other half devastated by how sexy Ollie looked as he lay below me, I shoved two fingers inside him, seeking his prostate, and grinning with an evil smile as I found the spot, leaving my man shaking and clinging to me. He whimpered when I removed them, but watched me with avid curiosity as I slicked up my cock before lining up the head against his entrance.

Before he could take his next breath, I punched my hips forward and sunk all the way inside him, my senses only coming back to me once my balls were resting against the curve of his ass.

I cursed myself for the lack of caution. I mean, I was inside Ollie, who was becoming everything to me, and still thought about my pleasure alone. And my dick was the first in his tight hole.

“Oh, fuck,cariño mío! Are you okay?”

The seductive hum along with his pornographic smirk almost made me come inside him. My balls pulled up, which made me close my eyes and think about… well, fucking anything to keep my mind off what I wanted.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… don’t come.

It became a mantra, which stuttered to a halt at his next question.

“Why haven’t you been inside me before now?”

My mind swam with an exorbitant amount of pleasure, which muddled my thoughts as Ollie’s question rolled around in my pleasure filled brain, never gaining traction. I cocked my head as I looked at his flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and the tilt of his lips in pure bliss, and I knew I had no answer for his question.

As I contemplated the impossible subject of how I’d gone this long without knowing Ollie in this most carnal of ways, my hips shifted back and my breath caught in my chest as Ollie squeezed me, keeping me inside him.

“This… because by being inside you is enough for me to lose my mind. Trust me, I’m all about pleasure, but there’s something about being inside you, this connected to you, that makes me a selfish bastard who wants one thing, and I’m afraid of you not being with me every step of the way.”