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Sandals off, we rushed for the bedroom, removing our clothes on the way. Ethan brushed his fingers across my lips and then dropped to his knees. I jammed my hand into his hair as he ran his tongue around my glans and teased more precum from my slit, sipping and sucking. He held my cock in one hand and licked all up and down my shaft, then sucked my length into his mouth.

His other hand grasped my thigh as he bobbed on my dick, moaning and slurping until my need for him turned to desperation. I guided him to his feet and toward the bed.

He flopped down on his back, his head on a pillow, looking up at me with such affection and excitement in his eyes. I grabbed him behind the knees and bent him in half, his ass in the air.

I'd been apprehensive the first time I ate his ass. Now, it was one of my favourite places to be. I dove in, licking and sucking his clenching hole until it calmed. Ethan held his legs so I could slip a finger inside him. I was fascinated to watch as it disappeared into him. Withdrawn, I wet my finger and pressed it back into the warmth. Ethan swore, clenching the sheets, and squirmed.

I needed to hear him sing.

"Louder."

"Fuck, yeah," Ethan shouted and tipped his head back. "Fuck me with your fingers."

I spat at his hole and added a second finger.

"That's it … spit in my hole."

I pumped faster, leading to a string of curse words from Ethan. With the odd yeah, baby thrown in as he clenched my shoulder. He dug his fingers in, crying for more, but the more I thrust into him, the more his thighs began quivering. I needed to change his position.

I directed him onto his stomach and slapped his ass, making it jiggle.

I loved the seductive jiggle of his ass. My hands clamped on his ass cheeks, I continued my dive within his crease, piercing his hole with my tongue; his muscle soft and swollen for me.

He pulled his knees under him and swayed his back, tipping his ass up; his hole perfectly presented for me. My cock pulsed and ached—tight. Our supplies were still on the beside table from the last time Ethan was here. Condom on and my dick slicked up, I poked some of the lube into his hungry hole. Ethan clung to his pillow. "Yeah, baby … fuck me with that big dick."

I loved Ethan's dirty mouth.

With words. On my lips. On my cock.

Everywhere.

I gripped a handful of his hair, pulled his face away from the pillow, creating an even more perfect crescent with his body, and thrust into him without stopping, making him wail.

"Yeah, baby. Pull my hair … fuck me hard."

I drilled into him until the room filled with sound. Groaning, Swearing. Skin making contact with skin, jarring flesh. And the scent of two men in the throes of carnality.

It was glorious.

I stilled my hips. "Fuck yourself on me." I slapped his ass. He bounced back against my thighs. Then slammed against me faster and faster until he was screaming my name.

I put my hand between his shoulder blades to stop him, slipped my cock free of his body, and whipped off the condom. My dick in hand, stroking hard, I came all over Ethan's hole.

It was perfectly decorated.

I used my finger to gather and push my cum inside him.

"Yes, baby," Ethan whispered. "Feed my hole."

"Mm." I played with his wet, gaping ring, dipping in and out. "Which one?"

Ethan looked over his shoulder at me and licked his lips.

Oh, hell yes.

With my fingers covered in cum, I painted his lips. He opened his mouth, and I slipped my fingers inside, met by his greedy tongue. My dick twitched as Ethan sucked on them.

He fluttered his lashes at me.

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