Page 34 of Comforting the Grump

My lips throbbed, but I never wanted to stop kissing him, the slick slide of his tongue against mine too erotic, too ecstatic. His hands found my ass, which he grabbed possessively, squeezing until I was squirming against him.

He was hard. Not half-hard or on its way, but iron-hard. Pipe hard. The kind that would hammer me until I screamed, and I was so ready for that.

“Bedroom?” I managed to gasp when we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling in the small space between us. No way in hell was I letting him fuck me in the hallway. Not for our first time anyway, though why the fuck was I even thinking about a next time?

“God, yes,” he groaned, his voice raw with need.

He carried me to the bedroom, kissing me in between steps, and boy, there was something to be said for a man who was strong enough to do that. It was hot.

When he dumped me on the bed, I bounced, but I didn’t get a chance to go far. He grabbed my ankle and yanked me toward him, immediately covering me with his body and proceeding to kiss the everlasting fuck out of me.

Clothes disappeared. He took off my pants, I took care of his shirt, and between fervent kisses, we managed to get rid of everything else until we were naked, rubbing and rutting against each other like animals in heat.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Marnin said as he ran his hand down my chest. “So smooth and soft.”

“Mmm, thank you.”

His hand traveled downward, and I spread my legs to give him access. He cupped my balls, then ran his finger down the length of my cock. “And such a pretty cock.”

Yes, I was small, but it had never bothered me as it was proportional to my build. Besides, I was an almost exclusive bottom anyway, and the benefit of being on the smaller side was that guys were more willing to blow me since it was less intimidating.

The warmth of his mouth enveloped my cock, sending jolts of electric desire up my spine. He was attentive, his tongue and lips a study in perfectionism, leaving no inch of me untouched, no nerve ending unignited. The sensation of being consumedby someone so skilled was overwhelming, and I fought to keep some composure.

He let go of my cock, licking his lips. “Mmm, you taste good too.” He reached between my legs and gave my ass a good squeeze. “And then there’s that plump, biteable ass. Like the perfect snack I wanna take a bite of.”

I grinned. “Not gonna say no to that.”

“No? Good.”

Before I knew what was happening, he’d rolled on his back and dragged me on top of him, with my ass right over his face. I would’ve never been that aggressive myself, but he let out a happy hum and put his hands on my hips.

His teeth sank into the thick flesh of my left ass cheek, and I squealed in surprise, but he laughed. “Told you I wanted to take a bite.”

“I thought you meant metaphorically… Jesus, fuck.”

He’d buried his face between my ass cheeks and his hot breath wafted over my sensitive hole. Some guys had erogenous zones in their nipples, balls, ears, or whatever. Mine was my hole—one of the reasons I loved bottoming so much. I could legit come hands-free from a hard fuck.

A wet, hot tongue licked my hole. “Mmm,” Marnin moaned and dug in.

His tongue licked, lapped, and lavished me with attention until my hole softened. Every swipe sent tingles through my body, and a small spurt of precum wetted the tip of my cock. I had limited experience with rimming—not exactly something you did with a stranger on a hookup—and Marnin was sending me to heaven.

He stabbed me with his tongue now, pushing it inside me, and holy mother of god, how was I supposed to stay still? I couldn’t help but grind down, but he only laughed, muffled against my flesh. So he liked that. Good to know.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes, riding his face until my eyes crossed and I was dizzy from all the sensations thundering through me. I had wanted to draw this out, but I lost that battle. My cock was throbbing, desperately begging to be touched, so I wrapped my hand around myself and jacked off in a tight screwing motion.

Oh fuck. I wasn’t gonna last. But Marnin had to know that, and he never slowed down, continuing to fuck me with his tongue. So I let the orgasm build, my balls tightening, my muscles tensing, and my breath catching until I hung right on that edge. Marnin hummed against my flesh, and that sent me flying.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’m coming.”

My body jerked as cum shot from my cock all over my hand, and I milked myself until I had nothing left to give. By the time I was done, I was shaking like a leaf and weak as a kitten, and I awkwardly rolled off Marnin and crashed on the mattress.

I’d known Marnin was an experienced lover, but holy shit, that had been next level. And he’d been unexpectedly selfless, focusing all his attention on me and letting me come. “Thank you,” I managed. “That was…”

“Good?” Marnin rolled on his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Amazing. Mind-blowing.”

“I love rimming.”

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