Page 45 of The Last Person

Lifting my hand, I slap his ass again and again, alternating sides until he’s whimpering and his arms are shaking. Then I run my hands up his sides and kiss down his spine.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he rasps.

“Not yet. We need to work you up to that. I’m big enough that I could hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. We’ll start slow.”

I kiss down his back, then spread his cheeks and lick between them.

He inhales sharply, then pushes back against my mouth.

I kiss and lick around his hole, then flick it with my tongue. Holding his hips tightly, I hold my tongue against it, and he arches into the touch, shoving his ass toward me and urging my tongue inside him.

I circle my tongue around it, slowly pressing against it until he relaxes for a second and takes it in.

“Yes,” he cries, his shaking body overwhelmed with pleasure.

My tongue is barely inside him, but he keeps moving his ass backward, trying to ride my tongue. If I were smaller, I’d take him tonight. But I don’t want to hurt him. I’m long and thick, which will be doubly uncomfortable for him if he’s not well prepared. We can use some toys to get him there.

I push my tongue a little deeper and flick it around. He moans again, then his body shakes.

“Stop.”

I immediately stop and lift my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he pants. “But if I’m going to come again, I want it to be inside you.”

A chill runs through me at the thought.

I flop down on my back and smile at him. “I’m all yours.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HARDY

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck.

Brian Ackley is splayed out on the bed beneath me, waiting for me to fill his ass.

When did I die and go to heaven?

And if this isn’t heaven, I don’t care where it is. I never want to leave.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

His mouth on my cock was better than any blowjob I’ve ever had. But seeing him come without even a touch to his dick? I was instantly rock hard again.

He thinks I’m not ready to take his cock yet, but we can go through every one of my toys, and I’ll prove him wrong.

Not right now, though. Now, I get to fuck him. And it’s been a constant war for which thing I want more.

But I can’t wait to wipe the smug, controlled expression off his face.

Squirting some lube over his hole and two of my fingers, I slowly push inside him, opening him with my fingers.

“Yes,” he whines. It’s loud and overdramatic, but I’m not complaining. I’ll greedily watch any show he wants to give me.

His ass sucks my fingers in, and he groans as I work them deeper.