Page 136 of Flipping the Script

He slid his hand between us and gently pushed my hand off his dick so he could grip both of us.

“What do you want, Bas?” he asked, his voice rough, like he’d just tried to swallow sawdust.

“You. I want you to fuck me.”

He let out a shuddering breath and squeezed our dicks until I gasped. The sting of pain melted away, leaving behind an almost desperate need inside me.

Running my hands down his back, I squeezed his ass hard. He moaned and pulled away from our kisses.

I couldn’t see more than his outline in the dark, making everything that much more intense and intimate.

Jesse pulled the covers off us and tossed them back. Then he was moving down my body, peppering my neck, chest, and stomach with a volley of kisses, his hands moving greedily over every part of me he could reach.

I had no idea what he was planning, but I didn’t hesitate when he pushed my thighs up.

My breathing picked up, coming out in staccato bursts, and I gripped my knees, holding myself open for him.

His hands ran over my stomach, thighs, and ass, the touch teasing and far too light to give me any sort of relief.

I was about to beg him to do something, anything, when wet heat engulfed my dick.

My cry was loud and unrestrained as he moved over me, taking more than half of me on the first swallow.

I closed my eyes, even though it was dark, I gave myself over the sensations. And to him.

He teased my dick for a few minutes, his magic mouth keeping me right on the edge and giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

Just when I was about to beg for more, he pulled off me. The sound of him spitting was followed by a soft touch on my hole as he circled it with the pad of one slippery finger.

My moan echoed in the room, but it was cut off when Jesse popped off me and gripped my thighs in his strong hands.

Not being able to see him was disorienting, but it made every touch that much better as my other senses kicked into high gear.

Hot breath fanned over my dick, then a hot, nimble tongue pressed against my hole.

The garbled cry I let out was the most ridiculous sound I’d ever made, but Jesse’s low moan told me he didn’t mind as he swiped that magical tongue over my opening.

I threaded my hands in his soft hair, holding on but being sure not to tug or pull. That wasn’t what this was about. I just needed to touch him, to have that extra connection as he drove me to the brink of orgasm, just to pull back and let me fall back to earth.

The sounds that came out of me as Jesse worked me over would have been embarrassing if I’d had the presence of mind to be embarrassed. The choked moans and guttural cries that fell from my lips barely sounded human, but Jesse didn’t seem to mind as he stabbed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it in a way that was almost too much, but not nearly enough.

I needed more, needed all of him.

My entire body felt like one open, raw nerve, but instead of fighting it, I relaxed and rode the waves, allowing myself to just be in the moment and not worry about anything other than how good he felt.

Just when I thought I’d lose my mind, he pulled his tongue out of my ass and moved up my body.

“Lube?”

“Table. Drawer. Inside.” I managed between pants, my whole body buzzing with pleasure.

He moved off me. I heard the drawer open, heard him rummage around inside, and then he was on me again, his lips covering mine in a deep kiss.

I kissed him back, not caring where his mouth had just been, and wrapped myself around him like a boa constrictor.

Jesse was the only guy to ever do this for me, and the only one who’d ever wanted to. I’d known it had to feel good after seeing my partners’ reactions, but I’d had no idea it could feelthatgood.

We kissed for a few moments as Jesse let me catch my breath. When I had recovered, he broke the kiss and sat back on his heels.

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