Page 41 of The Swap After Hours

“I have a better idea. Scoot on up here. Bring your cock to me.”

“But it’s my turn to taste you,” I replied petulantly.

“You’ll still get to, but your way, I get to come. My way, we both do.”

My face brightened. “Okay, your way sounds good. Let’s do that.”

Donovan laughed. “Get up here, brat. Put your legs on either side of my head but turn around so you’re facing the foot of the bed.”

Understanding dawned and I moved quickly into a sixty-nine position, careful not to put all my weight on him. Kneeling on my hands and knees, I waited as he took my cock in hand and moved it towards his lips. I moaned, my chin dropping to my chest at the first hot swipe of his tongue over the tip and then he was sucking me in, enveloping me in the warm, wet heaven of his mouth.

It took me a few seconds to remember that I was supposed to be doing something too. I lifted my head, gazing down at the incredible body beneath me. It was strong and toned, flat plains and hard edges. Completely different to anyone I’d ever had sex with, but it felt good. It felt right in a way none of them ever had.

Leaning down, I kissed his belly, swirling my tongue over his navel then dipping my tongue in to tease it. His stomach quivered in response. I continued my exploration, licking over his abs, the thin hair of his happy trail tickling the tip of my nose.

I stared down at his cock. It was roughly the same length as mine, but thicker with a trimmed thatch of black hair along the base. Wrapping my hand around the base, I lifted it off his stomach. A bead of precum appeared at the tip, begging me to taste it.

Dipping my head, I cautiously flicked my tongue over it, not sure what to expect. A mixture of salty and sweet flavors burst on my tongue, and I hummed with delight. Donovan’s answering moan vibrated around my cock, sending tingles up my spine.

I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock then licked down his length and back up, before taking the head in my mouth. Slowly, I began to move my head up and down, going a little bit further each time as I became familiar with the feel, careful not to gag myself.

I figured out that if I relaxed my throat, I could take him deeper, and soon I was sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I felt ravenous for him, like I needed to make up for so much lost time.

Time and space ceased to exist as I got lost in the pleasure of his mouth on me and my mouth on him. In fact, I barely even registered Donovan shifting up the mattress until his fingers grabbed hold of my ass and spread me open. I froze, embarrassed that he was seeing my most private part but also curious about what he might do.

“So fucking sexy,” he drawled.

“Donovan, what?—”

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to see. You have a very pretty asshole; did you know that?”

“Uh, no,” I squeaked.

“It’s perfect. Tight and pink, like a little rosebud.” There must have been something seriously wrong with me to be so happy that he was pleased by such a thing, but there it was. “Will you let me play with your ass, Trevor, let me taste you here?”

I gulped loudly. “You…you’d want to do that?”

He made a noise that sounded like a loud purr. “More than you know.”

“Okay?” It came out as more of a question because I still couldn’t understand why anyone would want to do that, but then I felt something warm and wet swipe through my crease and over my hole. I shuddered hard. That felt even better than when his cock had rubbed over it.

“What do you think?”

“D-do it again.”

A throaty chuckle rumbled up from behind me and then his mouth was on me, his fingers dipping into my hips and locking me in place as his tongue lashed over my sensitive flesh. He was relentless in his ministrations, feasting on me until I was a mindless, incoherent mess.

I had to force myself to pay attention, to focus on giving him pleasure too, but it was nearly impossible. I was almost sure he could make me come just by doing whatever it was he was doing with that talented mouth of his.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more of the sweet torture, he stopped. I whimpered around his cock in my throat, but he soothed me with a hand on my lower back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he crooned.

Satisfied, I went back to sucking him, savoring every fresh burst of his flavor on my tongue. Lost in the moment, I didn’t realize what he was doing until I felt a wet finger at my entrance.

“Breathe, baby. You gonna let me inside you, let me feel how hot and tight you are?” His finger circled my hole as he spoke and the combination of that and his dirty words had me right on the edge.

Lifting my mouth off his cock, I cried, “Please.”

Donovan wrapped his mouth around my cock and sucked as he began working his spit-soaked finger inside of me. It was an odd sensation at first and I wasn’t convinced I was going to enjoy it, but then it changed. He moved his finger around as if he was searching for something and then he found it. The tip of his finger brushed over a spot inside me that made fire race through my veins, made the top of my head feel like it was going to blow off.

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