Page 52 of Mr. Brightside

When I finally come up for air, he’s resting back on his elbows, his eyes hazy and soft, looking so damn satisfied.

I use his thighs for leverage as I lean up and lock him in my gaze.

“Did that take the edge off fast enough for you, baby?”

He nods lazily. His eyes are unfocused, like he’s in a different universe.

“Look at you,” I tease, running two fingers through the cum covering his stomach. “You made a mess, Cory. You completely unraveled and made such a delicious mess for me.”

I suck two cum-covered fingers into my mouth and eye-fuck my husband as I lick my hand clean. On the next swipe through his release, I trace one finger down his stomach, past his dick, and all the way down to his hole.

I circle him, pressing up without pushing in, letting him stay lost in the headiness of his post-orgasm bliss. I’m not going to edge him again, but fuck if I don’t love teasing his tight little hole. Just like with everything else we’ve done, he’s perfectly responsive. His ass clamps down on my hand and tries to trap me when I pull away. Who am I to deny him? I have enough moisture on the tip of my pinky to push in, so I give him just a little, just like he wants.

He moans and flops back onto the bed completely. “Fuck, Jake. I’m already getting hard again.”

“Good,” I grunt as I work my finger deeper into his ass. “I’m not done with you tonight.”

He sits up in protest, dislodging my hand when he pulls himself upright. “No. We’re in this together. Your turn,” he insists. “I can’t stop thinking about your dick.”

Now we’re talking.

I slowly and deliberately rise to stand. I’m rock hard and right in his face once I reach full height. He licks his perfect lips, and I don’t know where to focus. His chiseled face. His pert brown nipples. His trim, tight waist. That glorious, velvety dick which, like he said, is already hard for me again. Those solid, defined thighs. Every inch of him does it for me.

To my surprise, Cory rises to his feet, too, meeting me where I stand. He pulls me into a searing kiss, flips our positions, and pushes me back on the bed. I can feel his release slick between our stomachs as I sink into the sheets. I shift higher, propping my hands behind my head as I rest against a mountain of pillows.

He’s on his hands and knees, crawling to meet me a moment later.

When he takes my dick into his mouth, I can’t help but thrust up. I may have been the one edging him all day, but this game has been torture for me, too.

He sinks lower, taking me so deep the crown of my cock hits the back of his throat. Then somehow, miraculously, even with a mouthful of dick, my husband rolls anRwith his tongue that has me hissing through my teeth.

Holy. Shit.

A few more of those, and I’ll be coming faster than he did.

“Baby,” I croon, lifting his chin with two fingers so he pops off my dick. “Will you turn around for me while you suck it?”

His eyes light up in understanding as I reach for the lube I left on the nightstand.

He flips around and crawls backward until his thighs are straddling my torso with his ass planted firmly on my pecs. He’s got the best butt. Two perfect orbs just begging me to knead and massage and smack them until they turn red with want.

“That’s perfect,” I praise as I run mypalms over his ass and around his thighs, teasing along the well-defined V of his hips. “Now get my dick back in your mouth.”

I feel the warmth of his tongue two seconds later.

He’s on his hands and knees, which is just how I want him. I quickly pop the top off the lube, then squeeze a generous amount in his crack and on my hand.

I let him work me with his mouth as I tease between his cheeks. Every time he deep throats me, I reward him with a grunt and more pressure on his hole. When I peek at him, I can see him bobbing up and down on my length, and fuck does he look good. When he swallows me down his throat, I breach him, pushing in slowly with one well-lubed finger.

He moans, and it’s enough to have my abs clenching in anticipation. I hold steady for a second, letting him get used to this angle. When he starts to suck me again, I move, too.

I swirl my finger around a few times, then drag it in and out. I know right when I’ve found my target because his jaw goes slack and he hisses. Crooking one finger over his prostate, I grin and watch a few drops of precum drip from his dick to my chest.

I pull out slowly, not because I’m done. But because my baby deserves more. I reenter him with two fingers, and the man moans so loud I feel it in my balls. It’s that moan that almost throwsmeover the edge. This angle and this view—fuck. There’s definitely something to this mutual pleasure thing.

I beckon against his prostate with two fingers this time, massaging him and loving the way his body responds, only stilling when he speaks.

“Fuck, I’m close again Jake…”