Page 32 of Totally Opposed

“Good, but this is better,” I say, and I raise his legs up and out. “Much better. Do you think you can hold them there?”

His hands replace mine at his ankles, and he smiles.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good, ‘cause I’ve wanted to take a bite out of that ass for as long as I can remember.”

The blush rises to his cheeks, and it’s totally adorable. I take a second to admire the glorious cock before me with its thick pink flesh and dark blue vein that runs the length. I’ll get to you later,I think before I cup his balls and suck them into my mouth.

“Oh shit,” he cries out, and I release them. “I didn’t mean stop.”

“Sorry, how was I to know? I think we should have a safe word if you are going to be making noises like that.”

“I’ll say stop, that’s the safe word. Now please, please do that again.”

“What…this?” I ask, running my tongue up over his balls.

“No. That was good, but no. The other thing.”

“Hmmm, this?” I tease, cupping them in my hand and giving them a slight tug.

“Fuck, you are loving this whole teasing thing, aren’t you?”

“It is nice watching you squirm a little. Maybe you need to be more specific about what you want.”

“Urgh, Fine. Please, Alan, stop this torture. Please, please suck my balls again.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I laugh, then I give him exactly what he wants. I wrap my lips over his tightening balls and swirl my tongue over them, paying extra attention to the spot underneath where they are most sensitive. I let the spit dribble from my mouth, and then I spread his cheeks and let my thumb find it, circling it around his opening.

“Oh yeah,” he moans and pulls his legs back a little, giving me easier access. I apply a little pressure to his hole with my thumb, working it in circles, and then when he’s relaxed just enough, it slips a little inside, and the groan that escapes his lips sends a surge right to my balls.

I have to make him make that sound again. Working my thumb in and out, I tug and suck on his balls, his cock dripping with precome and filling the room with the scent of him.

“More,” he begs in a raspy breath, but instead of adding more fingers, I release his balls from my both and force my tongue in beside my thumb.

“Holy shit,” he cries, and I grab his cock with my other hand and start stoking his in time with my tongue fucking his ass. He’s rock hard, and he’s pulling his legs back over and over, moaning louder and grinding faster with each stroke. It’s incredible tasting him but hearing him is even better. Knowing it is me that’s eliciting these sounds, making him hard, making him pull his legs so far back he’s like a pretzel trying to drive mytongue deeper inside him while his cock fucks my fist is the best feeling in the world.

“Yes, so close, holy shit, don’t stop,” he calls, and then he explodes, his body jerking against my mouth, hot ribbons coating my hand until he sumps into the bed and his legs bend and rest out at the sides.

I climb up between his legs and lie at his side, licking my fingers clean.

“You taste amazing,” I say, and he turns his head toward me, his chest still heaving up and down.

“So do you. Now you’ll get to see I was right.”

“About what?”

“About this being good luck, you watch. You’ll smash the OG tomorrow night.”

“I guess if we do win, we’ll need to keep testing the theory, you know, for the teams’ sake. It would be mean for us to risk losing it for them, right?”

“Exactly. It’s for the team.”

Chapter thirteen

Ryan

RYAN: See? We didit for the team.

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