Page 80 of Best Served Cold

“Fuck.” He grabbed my hair with one hand and pushed back against my tongue. “Holy goddamn fucking shit. That’s… It feels… Zane.”

My name on his lips, in that pleasure-drunk voice, was nearly my undoing. He’d never let go like this. I doubled my efforts, wanting more of those cries.

Noah’s knees wobbled, then gave out. I guided him to the ground. He clung to the tree as he tried to stay upright.

Pulling my face out of his ass, I wrapped him in a sort of bearhug.

He cried out in protest but didn’t fight as I swung him away from the tree and put him on his hands and knees.

Noah’s shout of relief as I shoved my face back between his cheeks went straight to my cock. My balls were full, and my dick thrummed with desire.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he panted, wiggling back against my face as I tongue-fucked him like both our lives depended on it. I resumed jerking him, my grip hard and my strokes fast.

His cock twinged in my hand. He was close. I let go and stabbed my tongue as deep inside him as I could, holding his hips in place.

Noah’s cry echoed in the otherwise quiet woods. This time, when his body gave out, I followed him down, my face still buried in his ass as he lay on the cold ground, his hips angled up to give me access.

I gulped in a few much-needed breaths. “Ready to come on my tongue?”

“Fuck me.”

I froze. Was he asking, or was that sex talk?

He met my eyes. “Fuck me, Zane.”

I shuddered at both his words and the hot look he gave me. “Are you sure?”

“Want it.” He pressed his cheek into the ground. “Need it.”

“I don’t have anything.”

“In my wallet.”

He didn’t move as I pulled his wallet out of his pants and found a condom and a packet of lube in the billfold. I shoved it back in his pocket and tore open the lube with my teeth.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed as I dripped some onto his fluttering hole.

He was soft from my teasing, and I slid my finger inside him with almost no resistance. I found his prostate and stroked it.

He cried out and clenched around my digit. His face was still angled to the side, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from him as I prepped him with one, then two, fingers.

He’d shaved again, and the lack of scruff showed off his flushed cheeks and the red spots staining his neck. His lips were parted, his mouth slack. He wasn’t even trying to hide how good it felt as he moaned and panted for me.

I slipped a third finger inside him and palmed my dick through my jeans, trying to calm the fuck down so I didn’t blow before I got the condom on.

This was happening. I was about to fuck Noah in the woods and pop both our dude cherries.

And my actual cherry.

“Zane,” he moaned and fisted his hands, his face screwing up in what looked like frustration.

“Ready for my cock?” I pulled my fingers out of him.

“Yes! Give it to me.” He arched his hips but couldn’t move much since I was kneeling on his jeans and pinning him to the ground.

Sitting back on my heels, I yanked off my sweater and crudely folded it. Noah watched with impatient eyes as I shoved it under him to stop his dick from rubbing against the ground.

His expression shifted, going blank, then confused, before settling back into needy desire. He watched as I tore the condom open and rolled it on. Using the rest of the lube, I slicked myself up.

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