Page 36 of Wrap Me Up

Tinsel drops a hand to rub himself through his pants as he sucks and I’m done for. I clamp my hands to his shoulders and come down his throat as he moans.

“Mmmm.” He licks his lips as he pops back up. “Now—”

“Your turn.” I press his front to the door and tug his pants off. His perfect firm ass is covered in a fine dusting of blond hair. I drop to my knees with a thump.

Tinsel’s back arches as he pushes his ass closer to me. “Don’t be a tease.”

“You know I am.” I kiss the side of his thigh before biting one of his ass cheeks. He whines, no doubt at being denied instant gratification. His ass is perfect, and I spread his cheeks. “I think I’m going to make a meal out of your ass, then you can do with me as you please.”

Tinsel drops his head to the door and moans the moment my tongue touches his hole. He grapples for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing for him to grab. I knead his ass while I lick and suck at his skin, driving him wild. He whines and begs for more, making my cock rally. Every sound of pleasure makes me harder. I was made to bring Tinsel satisfaction. Saliva drips down my chin as I lave at his hole. His hips buck back.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Tinsel drops his hand and starts stroking himself. “So good.” His free hand comes back to hold my head to him. I press my tongue into his hole and he gasps. I need to feel his hard nipples beneath my fingertips and reach for them, aiming to draw out even more pleasure.

“Don’t—” He sucks in a breath. His arm moving frantically. Legs shake. He shouts and collapse, but I catch him before he can fall to his knees. “Candy canes,” he breathes out while catching his breath.

Tinsel kisses me until we’re groping each other again. I can’t get enough of the little sounds he makes.

“Time for you to bend over my bed. Ass up, eyes closed.” Tinsel smacks my ass and pushes to his feet.

I scramble to follow his instructions, spreading my cheeks for good measure. I’m leaking on the blanket, but I’m not sure either of us cares. Tinsel rummages around in a drawer in his dresser and comes back with a harness and that beautiful tentacle dildo.

“Still okay with this?” He holds it up and I take it in hand to test its heft and girth.

“Absolutely.” The fake suckers are going to feel amazing inside, and I can just imagine how the entire thing is going to play with my prostate. “But can I see the entire collection?”

“No one’s ever wanted to see them all.” He drops the tentacle to the bed and scoops up an armful of dildos in silk bags. As he reveals each one, they’re mostly fantasy, with a few of what I would call normal elf dicks.

“I like that I can choose my dick. I don’t need one to be a man, but it’s really fun to have so many options.” Tinsel lifts this thickest one. “I got this one for fun. Don’t use it much.” He sets it down and picks up the most realistic looking cock. “This was my first one Dylan made me. It was a surprise for my birthday. I’m not sure anyone has ever cried over receiving a dildo before, but I did. I’m pretty attached to it for sentimental reasons. But the tentacle is my favorite.” He grins when he takes it in hand and attaches it to the harness.

“I can see why.” For whatever reason, it seems right. At least for us. It’s perfectly shaped and curved, the details are exquisite. And you’d think it’d look ridiculous to have a tentacle sprouting from someone’s nether regions, but it doesn’t. “Is it insulting to think it looks good on you?”

Tinsel snorts. “No. I don’t think so anyway. I’m not saying I identify as an octopus when I use this one. I’m just saying I enjoy being silly and I know it feels amazing for my partners.” He grips the base. “Now, suck.”

Lust-filled Tinsel replaces playful Tinsel. I lean over and lick the tip of the tentacle dildo. It’s firm, yet has a pleasant give to it. I take more and he strokes over the length. His eyes flutter closed.

“Keep sucking. Get me nice and wet.” His fingers thread through my hair and yank. I moan around the length. The closer to the base I get, the wider it is and I can’t stretch my mouth around it, so I take what I can.

My cock is hard as stone again, and I move to touch myself, but Tinsel stops me.

“No touching without permission, Noel. Your orgasm is mine.”

And damn if that doesn’t make me harder. “Please,” I beg, not wanting to wait any longer. I flop back to the bed, causing the toys to bounce. I stick my ass out and spread my cheeks in offering. “Please.” I’ve waited for this moment so long it feels like.

Tinsel smacks my ass. “So needy.” But instead of penetrating me with his cock, he drops to his knees. “But I have a promise to keep. Spread your legs.”

I follow directions and suck in a harsh breath when his tongue traces my crack. More. I need more. Tinsel must read my thoughts because he swoops his tongue over my hole and swirls over and over before diving in.

I bury my head in the blanket and push out, desperate for more. Anything. Everything. I don’t care. I don’t need much prep either and hope he doesn’t toy with me too long. “Please. Stick it in me.”

Tinsel swats my ass again. “For that, you have to wait.” I want him filling me, but his tongue feels amazing, too.

I let him taste me over and over. He moans and hums and I do my best not to thrust into the bed to get friction on my cock. I need so much more right now. There’s a snap of a bottle. A cool drip down my crack. His finger presses into me and I’m flying high.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” Tinsel says, just as he pushes the tip of his cock to my hole. He goes so slowly, letting me adjust to each new level of thickness in the toy. It drags over my prostate and it takes everything in me not to come right this second.

The tension in his hands on my hips tells me he’s holding back.

“You look so pretty spread out on my cock like this.” He bucks. “So perfect. You love it, don’t you?”

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