Tattooed fingers wrap up in the sheets, knuckles gone white, unintelligible sounds slipping from his lips.
It drives me to add pressure to his rim and a startled moan slips from my throat when he loosens enough to let me in.
“Ah, fuck,” Mac groans out, hands finding my hair and pushing.
For the briefest moment, I wonder if anyone has ever done this to him before. If another has been face first in my drummer’s ass.
Did they care about him or was it just to get off?
What if I was the first?
An uninvited growl rips from my throat, and I spear my tongue inside him, licking his hole until a sheen of sweat breaks out on his skin.
“J-Jordan,” he rasps out, all breathy roughness, and it shoots straight to my tight core.
He yanks on my hair, and I hiss at the sting in my scalp.
That … shoots straight to my balls.
“I’m gonna goddamn come if you don’t stop.”
My spine tingles.
I want that.
Except … I want it to happen while I’m inside him.
I want inside him.
Him.
Mac.
“Two?”
His nod is immediate.
Working in both my middle digits slowly, stretching him, I fight for the same space with my tongue.
“Curl your—”
He nearly shoots off the bed when I crook a finger.
“Godfuckyes,” he barks out and I find myself chuckling.
“Three?” I ask, swirling my tongue around the digits.
“Lube,” he pants and lets loose another sound that I could only describe aspleasuredwhen I hit that spot again. “Lube.”
Reluctantly, I pull back, withdrawing my fingers from his heat and chuckle again when he whines.
“Hurry,” he murmurs, wrapping those inked fingers around his shaft and languidly working them down the length.
I climb off the bed with a painfully stiff cock in search of his pants, shucking off my shirt as I go. As suspected, there’s a packet and a condom inside his pocket.
“How old is this?” I ask, dangling my find in his direction, but when I glance at him, he’s staring at my clearly bulged zipper.
“Fresh,” he nearly whispers back when I drop my pants and boxers, his fingers tightening around his length and stroking.