Page 119 of Flipping the Script

I hadn’t planned on doing a sixty-nine, but who was I to deny Bas’s request?

I had to pop off him to get situated. It took a bit of fumbling on both our parts, but I managed to fit my body over his, my head lined up with his cock and my knees on either side of his head.

Not bothering to check if he was ready, I sucked him into my mouth and swallowed around his cockhead.

He cried out, his hot breath fanning over my dick.

A moment later, something wet and hot touched my tip, then engulfed my head and shaft.

I moaned around him, knowing the vibrations would feel amazing. He responded by sucking me harder.

The world sort of ceased to exist as we blew each other. Having his mouth on me was incredible, but it wasn’t just that.

This was the first time sex between us was about seduction and not anger.

Bas’s mouth left my dick and closed around one of my balls.

I groaned and popped off him.

He released me and dragged his tongue down the center of my sac.

“You want me to tongue your ass?” He gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed hard, pulling them apart and exposing my hole to the cool air.

“Yeah,” I rasped, my body tight with anticipation.

“Sit back on my face and let me at it.”

Using the back of the couch for balance, I did as he said.

“So fucking hot.” He kneaded my ass, his touch rough and exactly how I liked it.

Something wet and hot swiped over my hole, and the shout I let out was embarrassingly loud.

Chuckling, he did it again, then dipped his tongue just inside me.

“Oh god.” I gripped the back of the couch harder, my thighs shaking as pleasure exploded out from every part of me, swirling and mixing until I was nearly delirious.

Sebastian was the only guy to ever do this to me. I’d had a couple of partners offer in the past, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to relax enough to enjoy it with them, and I declined.

I didn’t have that issue with Bas.

“Fuck, Bas. More. That’s so good. Yes,” I babbled, pressing back against his tongue as he switched between lapping at my hole and fucking me with it.

“Stroke that big dick for me. Make it feel really good,” he commanded, then went right back to stabbing his tongue inside me.

I managed about five strokes before I had to stop. I was too close, but no way in hell was I telling him that.

Instead, I gripped his dick and jerked him, working him in time with what his tongue was doing to my ass.

“Fuck, stop,” he gasped.

“Getting close?”

“Don’t sound so smug, asshole. You enjoyed that as much as me.” He patted my hip. “Up so I can get my fingers in you.”

I slid off him on unsteady legs, still not recovered from the magic he’d worked on me with his tongue.

“You’re still a cheater.” Bas sat up and swung his legs over the side of the couch. “Get on your knees, ass in the air.”

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