Page 21 of Flash

“Tease,” he groans, arching his hips up again, trying to grind against me but coming up short thanks to the way I’m hovering over him. “Touch me, lick me, bite me, just fucking… please,” he pants.

“Mmm.” My mouth waters and my cock throbs. I like him begging. I like him as desperate for me as I am for him. “I know you don’t think you got me all the way to your bed for another quickie.”

I flick the tip of my tongue against his nipple and his breath catches. I switch to the other and do the same thing, leaving both of them glistening. Lewis makes a frustrated sound, but he doesn’t argue, just grabs a handful of my shirt and yanks it roughly over my head.

“It should be illegal to be this hot,” he groans, running his fingers through the dark gray hair on my chest and ghosting his thumbs over my nipples in an attempt to tease me right back.

I grin and blow a hot breath over his nipple. It tightens even more, turning a darker shade of pink as he makes another impatient noise. I clamp my teeth around it, and he jackknifes his hips off the bed with a strangled sound.

“Oh fuck,” he pants.

I alternate between licking and biting for a few minutes until his skin is glistening with sweat and his hips are jerking involuntarily. Leaving his nipples wet and puffy, I continue my journey downward, savoring every inch of his skin along the way. There’s something earthy and floral about the way he tastes, like he’s been lying naked in a garden all day. His skin is so unbelievably soft that it almost feels like a sin to put my roughened hands all over it knowing there are oil stains under my fingernails and calluses on most of my fingertips. He writhes under my touch though, like he can’t get enough of it.

I nip at his hip bone when I reach it, tugging at the button on his jeans at the same time.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about all week?” I ask gruffly, getting the button loose before slowly tugging his zipper down over the bulge of his erection.

He shakes his head and arches his hips, making it easy for me to hook my fingers in his jeans and tug them down, taking his briefs along with them. His cock springs free, deep red and already damp with precum.

In truth, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. How to keep myself from getting too invested, for one thing. But I’m not going to tell him that part. If he wants this to be about sex for now, I can definitely play that game. Happily. As long as I’m the only one in his bed.

That thought sparks a jealous heat in my gut, and I bite down harder on his hip bone, drawing a hiss and then a low moan from him. I soothe the spot with my tongue and look up at him.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you with my tongue until you beg for my cock.”

His dick visibly jerks, the veins throbbing with obvious enthusiasm for that idea.

“I’ll beg for your cock now if you want,” he offers, grabbing a fistful of his sheets and canting his hips so his cock bobs just inches from my lips.

Yes. Beg for it, beautiful. Let me know I’m not the only one losing my goddamn mind right now.

A laugh rumbles in my throat, and I click my tongue against my teeth.

“Now where would be the fun in that?” I grab his hips and, without warning, flip him over in one smooth motion.

Lewis gasps, then wraps his arms around his pillow and spreads his legs, tilting his hips in an unmistakable offer. My cock throbs eagerly and I palm myself through my jeans. A little patch of blond hair surrounds his tight pink hole, peeking out from between his perky ass cheeks in this position. I shuffle onto my knees and grab his ass in both hands, kneading his cheeks and tugging them apart for a better look. His hole flutters and clenches under my gaze, making a groan rise in my chest and coaxing a generous slick of precum from my slit.

His back rises and falls with his rapid breaths, but other than that, he looks like he’s made himself comfortable for a leisurely rimming. I bite back a laugh.

Think again, sweetheart.

I grab his thighs and hoist him up. He gasps again, whipping his head around to see what I’m doing. He’s light enough that it’s not even a strain to maneuver his thighs over my shoulders, bringing his pretty little hole right to face level while he scrambles for purchase with his hands on the bed.

“What are you—”

His question dies on his lips, turning into another gasp and then a long, low moan as I bury my face between his cheeks and attack his hole with my tongue. I don’t waste time teasing like I did with his nipples. No, I dive in like a starving man because that’s exactly how I feel. Starving. And Lewis is the only thing I’m interested in consuming.

I lap at his quivering rim with flat, full drags of my tongue, from his taint to his hole and back again. I nip at the swell of his ass cheeks and dig my fingers into his hips, my moans muffled against his hole when I dive back in to lick him deeper. He mewls and whines and curses, giving little jerks of his hips to ride my tongue, his cock bouncing with every one. My drool runs down the crease between his cheeks, trickling down to his taint and over his balls, already drawn up tight.

His hole softens and I shove my tongue inside of him, fucking him with it just like I promised. His ring of muscles squeezes around my tongue and my cock pulses with every deep, thrusting lick.

Lewis chants my name, finally finding balance with his hands on my thighs, jerking his hips back to meet my tongue, grinding himself against my face. His thighs quake on my shoulders.

“Please, Arrow, fuck me. Oh my god, fuck me,” he pants, his hole clamping around my tongue and relaxing again.

I give him a few more licks then flip him back over, tossing him onto the bed on his back. He laughs and drags in heavy breaths, reaching for his cock with a shaking hand and using the other to point at the bedside table. He can’t seem to get any words out, but that’s okay, I know what he’s getting at.

I yank the drawer open, taking note of the impressive dildo that’s stashed inside. Maybe we can have some fun with that another time, but for tonight I grab the bottle of lube and a condom and nudge the drawer shut again. I toss the supplies onto the bed and crawl back on top of him, eager for another taste of his mouth, desperate for more of those breathy sounds around my tongue, fucking craving him like I haven’t craved anyone in a long damn time. Maybe ever.

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