Page 63 of Want Me
Letting go of my inhibitions and anxiety over whether I was doing a good job or not I unleashed, sucking and licking and fluttering my tongue against his hole with shameless, enthusiastic abandon and not even trying to be quiet or graceful about it.
Eric chanted a steady stream of quiet curses, one hand dropping to fist his cock. He stroked himself roughly, every jerk and twitch of his body spurring me on. I licked and lapped and thrust my tongue into his hole over and over, going mad for the way his muscles gave around the invasion. When I added my middle finger to the mix and pressed it just barely inside, a low rumble issued from his throat. “Jesus, frat boy, you’ve been holding out on me.”
“Not intentionally,” I said in a breathless gasp. I’d honestly had no idea it’d be such a fucking turn-on, but I was wild for it, my hips starting to pump aimlessly at the air as pressure mounted in my balls. All over licking Eric’s fucking asshole. Who knew? Eric rocked against me, rubbing himself against my tongue, unabashed and reckless. Gripping his ass, my fingers twitched indecisively until I slid them lower to his rim, tasting them as I licked and sucked at Eric’s skin.
“Don’t get shy on me now, put it in,” he growled, the prompt I needed to make myself press the tip of my finger to his hole again. The muscle gave immediately and let me inside where the smooth heat of his body clamped around my intrusion.
“Oh my God.” You’d have thought I’d just stumbled across evidence of an afterlife, but the reaction inside me was that fucking dramatic because he’d just let me in like that, like it was no big deal.
I nudged my finger in deeper until the heat of his channel enveloped me completely. There I was fingering Eric’s ass, and I thought maybe I was getting off on it just as much as he was. “Oh my God,” I said again, my vocabulary suddenly reduced to simple combinations, probably well on its way to caveman-style grunts. “That’s so fucking hot, so fucking…” My hips bucked wildly in the air, and I tried to calm the hell down and glide my finger deeper, struck by the concentrated pressure of his muscle squeezing me and the sublimely warm give of the channel beyond. No wonder he liked fingering my ass so much. The invasiveness of it was oddly powerful and beyond erotic. I plunged in and out haphazardly a couple of times, getting a feel for the movement and Eric’s reaction, feeling the instinctive squeeze relax until it was minimal.
Then I tried for more finesse. “Can I…?” I asked, withdrawing and brushing my index finger alongside my middle.
Eric eased back so he could look down at me with an amused smile. “I dunno, can you?”
I pushed the second finger inside, and his back arched sharp and gratifying when I twisted my wrist. With a nudge of my other hand, I guided him back up my mouth, clutching his cheek as I speared into him with my fingers and laved my tongue aimlessly at whatever patch of skin I could reach.
Eric’s hips undulated and twitched responsively, and when I finally figured out what was what and found that bundle of nerves that packed the knockout punch, he clenched so hard around me that my own hole tightened up in empathy and ached.
Pushing back against me until the soaked tip of his cock was leaking all over my lips, Eric started jerking himself against my mouth. We found a rhythm: my fingers cranking in his hole, taunting and rubbing his prostate, his dick rubbing all over my face and lips, smacking and dripping against me. And holy shit, I never wanted it to end. The wet slurps of my tongue and fingers and the skin-on-skin rush of his hand up and down his shaft joined in lewd symphony with our staggered breaths and drove me up the wall.
“Fuck, touch me or something, I’m dying,” I begged, shoving his hips back a little. My face was soaking wet, and I was seriously starting to wonder if there was any chance that my balls could actually explode. My dick needed a little relief, some kind of touch to let it know it hadn’t been forgotten.
Eric chuckled and slid down my body until his cock aligned with mine and then rocked his hips against me a couple of times, pausing only to flip the light off. I didn’t complain; I’d seen enough to know I’d be a repeat visitor.
“Better?”
“Not fucking really,” I groused. I needed friction. I needed heat and warmth and…
Eric dipped down and captured my mouth with his to give me a long, burning kiss before drawing back, those dark, wicked eyes dancing in front of me as he cupped his hand below his mouth and spit in it.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, my hips twitching in anticipation of that slick, hot hand sliding up and down my shaft and giving me a mainline dose of perfect pressure.
But instead of the frenzied strokefest I was hoping for, he coated my shaft and then gripped my base, rubbing my crown up and down the crack of his ass until my shoulders were jerking this way and that and I was moaning like a fucking cat in heat. “Eric!” I gritted out and then invoked the magic word, “Please, you fucker, goddamn…”
Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, impossibly tight heat engulfed the head of my cock, forcing a keening cry of surprise from my mouth.
Pleasure drove in hard spikes down my shaft as Eric sank onto my aching cock, his hands dropping to brace on either side of my head, his mouth lowering inches above mine. “How’s that?” he teased, and I closed my eyes, pressing my lips together so hard my teeth dug into the sensitive lining as I forced a slow exhale through my nose.
My orgasm was right there. Right. Fucking. There. And I was certain if I moved even a millimeter, I’d explode. This was like…I was mind-blown, having never even assumed this was in the cards for us tonight. But holy fuck did it feel incredible being inside him with the heat of his body melding with mine.
Eric went still as my dick gave a few warning throbs, and then he licked the seam of my lips until I unclenched my teeth, still so fucking close to shattering that I whimpered, “Eric. Stop.”
He froze, and even in the pitiful amount of moonlight coming in through the windows, I could see the shadows immediately collect where his brow furrowed deeply. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t afraid the movement would have me firing off right then.
I rushed to clarify. “I mean don’t move. If I even think about what’s happening for more than a second, I’ll lose it. Fuck, how do you even go as long as you do with me? I’m seriously…” Eric shifted, albeit carefully, and I groaned, my hands flying to his hips and digging into his flesh to keep him still. “I swear to God if you move again, it’s over.”
Eric’s dusky laughter filled the air, and he closed the space between our mouths and kissed me, firm but slow, rerouting my attention from the throbbing tip of my cock and aching balls to the sensation of his tongue sliding over mine. He tugged the ends of my hair until I winced at the sting, then ran his hands over my chest, circling and pinching my nipples until they were just one more quivering spot on my body. But it worked, the intensity in my balls mellowing as he lit other parts of me up one by one.
“Better?” he asked a few moments later, and I nodded.
I sucked in a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know how to…I mean I’ve never fucked a dude before.” As if Eric didn’t know that. I liked getting fucked by him through and through, which I guess made me a pretty solid bet as a bottom, and to be honest, even though Eric had mentioned bottoming before, I hadn’t really anticipated it coming up between us.
Maybe I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but I knew that firing off five seconds after his hole swallowed my cock only qualified as flattering, not satisfying. And I desperately wanted this to be as good for him as it was bound to be for me. I mean shit, I already felt the signal fire trill of electricity running up and down my body like miniature earthquakes. This orgasm, when it finally happened, was gonna be seismic.
“It’s a hole like any other.” He said it so casually, but it wasn’t. It was Eric’s fucking hole. Eric’s tight, suck-my-brains-through-the-head-of-my-dick hole. Eric’s ass in my hands, though I didn’t delude myself about who was running the show. He owned the orgasm lurking just below the surface, and at any moment, he could bring it rip-roaring upward just by the way he cut his eyes at me. God help me if he opened his fucking mouth and something along the lines of “Come for me” came out. Shit, at this point, he could probably bark out my name and I’d bow up and start popping off like a machine gun.
He pinched my nipple again until I twisted my shoulders, then nibbled at my earlobe, his breath an erotic wash of humid warmth over my skin. Every part of my body felt like it’d been primed for his touch, pleasure following in the wake of his caresses like he’d bottled the stuff up and could sprinkle it out at will. He probably could’ve kissed me to orgasm.