Page 62 of Want Me
I shifted with a grunt and felt Eric’s hand glide between my cheeks and graze over my hole while his cock continued to plunge inside me, slower now, like he was pacing himself and taking some time to recoup after jackhammering me. We were obviously taking the scenic route tonight, and he was wearing a condom, which I suspected meant he had plans for my mouth at some point. Fuck if I was going to complain. There was no one up here at the quarry. We could fuck all night and be as loud as we wanted to. There was a rare sense of freedom in it. As much as we got off in our own house now, we still tried to be relatively quiet about it because who wanted to live with a pair of sex-crazed rabbits?
I shuddered as Eric’s fingertips tap-danced over my balls before he gripped them, giving them a few rough-and-tumble tugs and squeezes that rolled my eyes into the back of my head. “So fucking full for me. Think I want to see it splashing across your chest. But I’m not sold yet. Might mean we have to go twice if I can’t decide. You’re good with that, though, aren’t you, baby?”
“Shit.” A helplessly whimpered curse as he stroked up the length of my cock, the slick, smooth give of his hand a relief from the hard leather seat I’d been rubbing against.
“Fuck, you’re soaking the seat.”
“Sorry,” I ground out as he rubbed over my head.
“Don’t be. It’s hot as shit. And thank fuck for leather.” He let out a breathless laugh, and suddenly I was careening backward, guided by a tug to my shoulder until I was flat on my back on the bench seat. Eric reached over me and yanked a lever and the backrest dipped slightly, making room for the knee he wedged between it and my body, his other leg straddling me with one foot braced against the floorboards as he hovered above me.
I gripped the backs of his thighs as he whipped off the condom, tossed it carelessly to the floorboards, and smacked his slick cock against my lips before rubbing it over my jaw, groaning at the prickle of my stubble. When his balls settled on my throat, I reached to lift them to my lips and lapped feverishly at his hot skin while he stroked his shaft slowly. Yeah, definitely the scenic route.
Eric sank back onto my chest, and I flicked my tongue against his foreskin before giving it a light suck. I’d never been so infatuated by a cock in my life. Even the impressive ones I’d seen on Pornhub didn’t equate to the one before me. Mean and masculine and mouthwatering as fuck, his crown was flushed a livid purple and swollen, his shaft thick with veins. A testament to human adaptability that the thing even fit inside of me.
He hummed out his pleasure as I sucked down his rod and bathed his balls in soft, lapping swirls of my tongue, and then he shifted his hips and tunneled his fingers to the roots of my hair. Relaxing, I allowed him to slide me all over his cock and paint my face with his precome and my own spit. When I groaned, he tensed up and flexed, his other hand coming around to push his cock upright as he pulled my head onto it.
Muffling another groan, I swallowed against the rush of saliva flooding my mouth.
“Suck,” he said.
And I did. Noisily, uncouth, and uncaring, taking deep breaths through my nose every time he withdrew, letting them out when he plunged back in and hit the back of my throat.
With one hand braced on the back of the seat, Eric reached behind himself and fisted my cock, giving me a few groin-jolting strokes that made me gasp and hum against his hot skin.
Tentatively, and with absolutely no idea of what the fuck I was doing, I let go of the back of his thigh and palmed his asscheeks, giving them a squeeze. “Jesus,” I panted. It was driving me wild having him spread above me like this, all mine to touch and taste. I pulled a finger down the dark, sweat-slick seam of his ass and glanced up, trying to gauge his reaction in the darkness as I feathered a light touch over his hole.
Eric went still. Even his hand stopped moving on my shaft. I’d never really touched anyone else’s asshole in my life aside from my own. Maybe I’d grazed over a girl’s before, accidentally or curiously until I got the shutdown. But I’d never done it like this, with a strong intention in my mind and a deep desire to fulfill it.
I did it again, taking in the texture of bunched skin, the firm resistance of the muscle, and the tantalizing give when I applied the slightest amount of pressure. “Shit, Sanders, are we breaking new ground here?” Eric’s voice filtered lazy and lust-filled through my fascination.
“Maybe. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
“Turning me the fuck on is what.” He shifted slightly. I touched him once more, this time rubbing the pad of my finger over the ring, feeling it bunch and twitch as he shuddered out another breath. Fuck that was good, forcing that sound out of him. It was probably affecting me as much as him because each little jolt of his body echoed in mine and licked raw tendrils of fire down my spine. “What’s it gonna be, frat boy? You going to keep kneading the dough or get yourself a taste?”
I smacked his asscheek and he laughed, then made a strangled noise as I spread his cheeks, yanked him closer, and licked a wet, messy stripe up his ass. I did it again, and he adjusted his leg wider with a soft rasp of breath. “You’re into this?” he asked, and I could feel his gaze boring into me from above.
“I have no idea, but I’m guessing so because my dick’s leaking like a motherfucker. Quit distracting me—I don’t wanna fuck this up.”
“You can’t fuck this up, Nate, trust me.”
My thumb brushed over his hole again, and the tension in his asscheeks went slack where I would’ve tightened up. Fuck, that was sexy, too, how he just gave himself over to it with no struggle. I was going off the shit he’d done to me, the things I’d seen in porn, and the visions in my head when I buried my face in him and licked around his rim lightly. The muscle seized up reflexively, then relaxed, and a fresh wave of arousal surged through me.
Eric didn’t exactly sit on my face; I could tell he was making some serious concessions to comfort so I could breathe, but in the next second, my entire world was Eric’s tight ass, and the tiny, untapped bud of his hole. Virgin territory for me and intimidating in a ball-tingling kind of way because I thought about how fucking amazing it felt when he was rimming me, and I was worried my efforts wouldn’t have the same effect. Was there even a technique for properly eating someone’s ass? I had no idea, but I was game to figure it out, especially if it meant I’d be hearing more of the soft, breathless sounds Eric made when I flicked my tongue lightly over him.
The muscle fluttered in response, and I reached to get a better grip on his cheeks so I could spread him wider and tease him with the point of my tongue. In the dim moonlight, I could only glimpse the impression of his hole among the shadows of his thighs and the furrow of his ass. I wanted more. “Turn on the light,” I demanded.
He rasped out a laugh that turned into a groan as I flicked my tongue again. “You know that’ll make this car light up like a beacon.”
“Just for a minute. Can’t fucking see what I’m doing.” As if that was the issue instead of me wanting an up close and personal view of his bud—never mind that I could’ve taken this road probably at any point before in a far more convenient location. I’d been too nervous, and now I was still too nervous but also too fucking turned on to help myself.
Eric’s thighs tensed as he leaned, then light flooded the car, making me wince until my eyes adjusted. And then there it was, spit wet and shiny, small and dusky pink and… “Fuuuuck.” My cock twitched hard and thumped against my stomach, slicking it with the ooze of precome.
“Just like that,” he encouraged me softly, hitching one leg up and anchoring his fist in my hair. “Jeeeesus.”
I tongued his entrance, tracing the shape, loving the mixture of softness and tension, the way the skin pulled together and tightened up, then released with every pass. I ran the pad of my thumb around his rim, imagining him doing the same to me, how fucking much it’d drive me crazy, and he let out a soft groan, a muttered curse. I kept it slow and easy, mostly for my own sake so I could get my bearings. When I nudged the point of my tongue inside him, he contracted around me, and I dug the hell out of that, too.
“Shit, Nate,” he hissed out, and I did it again because I fucking craved the sound of his control fraying. “There you go,” he muttered as I wriggled down so my head wasn’t jammed up against the car door. I gave him another slow lick that made his thighs quake, and fuck if that didn’t get me all kinds of hot and bothered, too.