Page 105 of Up In Smoke
I groan and wrap my fingers around it. My eyes are still closed against the water falling on top of my head, so I’m even more focused on the feel of the hot, silky skin against my palm. “Only if you touch me, too,” I reply.
The last of the suds wash down the drain as he circles his hand around my length like I asked, stroking leisurely. I whimper, but he leans in to swallow the sound with a kiss.
I could come like this, but he did promise to kiss me all over. So I’m not sorry when he breaks away to turn off the water and fetch us our big, fluffy towels. He dries me first, which takes awhile as I keep distracting him with kisses, then he hastily towels himself off.
“How sleepy are you feeling now, baby?” Rico asks, walking backward with my hands in his, a devilish grin on my face. “You look like you need a lie down.”
“That sounds nice,” I say coyly, loving how he’s leading me around and telling me what to do.
He hums and tugs me to him, making me squeak in surprise. Then he gets me again by scooping his arm under my legs and lifting me into a bridal carry. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he murmurs against my lips.
Making sure I’ve got enough support under my neck, he places me on the mattress, surrounded by fluffy throw pillows. Rose petals stick to my damp skin as he maneuvers around me, kneeling between my legs, the bottle of lube within reach to his right. He trails his fingers up and down my legs and I try not to squirm as he looks at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, almost sounding awestruck. “Christ, I’m so happy you’re all mine. I just want you to relax and let me take care of you, okay?”
“Okay, baby,” I say, feeling like I’m floating away on a summer’s day. I drop my hands beside my head and try not to tremble in anticipation. “You’re beautiful, too,” I tell him as he shifts down the bed, gloriously naked with his muscles flexing and his cock thick between his legs. “Like a marble statue. But really hot instead of cold.”
He chuckles, bending down and pressing his lips to the inside of my calf. “Is that so?”
A shiver runs across my whole body and I moan. Nobody’s ever kissed me there, I’m pretty sure. “Uh-huh,” I mumble, watching him through my lashes as he trails his lips and fingers up my leg at a tortuously slow place. “My beautiful work of art. You should be in a museum.”
His tongue flicks out and licks my dewy skin. “Only if they display me next to you,” he says, his breath warm against my skin. “During the day, strangers would pay to come and see us naked. We’d have to stay very still. Then when the visitors have all go home, I’d fuck you every night.”
“Holy shit,” I say with a strangled laugh. “Why is that so hot?”
He grins up at me, his fingers grazing against my hips. “You like people watching you, Jesse. But I’m the only one that’s allowed to touch you like this. Isn’t that right?”
I nod mutely, my eyes fixed on him as he nuzzles his nose into the crease between my groin and my thigh. I’m fully hard now and leaking, too. But he ignores my dick completely, instead moving to the other thigh and slowly making his way back down that leg with his sinful hands and wicked lips and tongue.
“Rico, please,” I whimper, but he just laughs deliciously.
“Every inch, remember?” he says. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give you everything you need.”
But not before he’s turned me into a puddle of goo, apparently.
When he’s finished with my legs, he moves back up the bed and finally wraps his hand around my cock. But he only gives me enough pressure to drive me wild as he takes his time sucking on each of my nipples, getting them hard and red.
“Rico,” I utter, not even sure of what I’m asking.
“Shh, baby. You’re so gorgeous.”
After my nipples, his kisses up the inside of my arms, although not taking as long as he did with my legs. He’s also rock hard and leaking now, and I suspect he’s going to need relief soon as well.
We’re both glistening with sweat by the time he moves to my right. “Roll over, Jesse,” he rasps.
I move onto my front and moan, The friction on my cock trapped between my stomach and the bedding is good but not nearly enough. I grind down, but then Rico pulls my knees apart and settles between them once again. “Stay still now, my work of art,” he says in a low voice. “I don’t want you to come yet, please.”
I whimper but nod and do as he asks. The petals are still stuck all over my skin, making me look kind of like I am a work of art and he’s the master who created me. I do feel like putty in his hands as he massages the backs of my shoulders and the globes of my ass.
Then he spreads my cheeks and runs his tongue over the most intimate part of my body.
I wail and gnash my teeth, but try not to rut too much against the bed as he kisses, licks and sucks against my puckered hole. My hands fist the bed sheets as I gasp for air, my head spinning with desire. Rico hums as he eats me out, stretching me out with his tongue first, then his lube drenched fingers.
By the time he turns me back around, I’ve basically forgotten my own name. He chuckles at my useless state, but it’s so fondly I know it’s because he’s proud of how good he’s making me feel.
“Just a few more inches left to kiss, baby,” he purrs against my ear. “Do you think you can hold on?”
I turn my head so our mouths are just an inch apart. “I’d do anything for you, Rico,” I tell him from the bottom of my heart.