Page 124 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

Once I’m able to get my tongue inside his body, I feel triumphant. He stills, shuddering, his thighs squeezing me as they shake. I slide my hands down his hips, grabbing the sides of his ass, using him as leverage to try to push myself as deep as I can go.

Joey curses, a tortured, “Bub,” leaving his lips. And it hits me—as my tongue is buried in his ass, his thighs around my head like I’m a nut he wants to crack—that I’ll be hearing thatbubfor a long time to come.

I don’t know if I have a commitment kink or if it’s just Joey, but the mental flash of us old and gray hits me, and I have to slap the side of Joey’s ass, urging him to give me an inch of room so that I can breathe. Because, suddenly, my throat is so tight getting air is difficult.

“Okay?” Joey asks immediately.

I nod and clear my throat. “Yeah. Just, uh, really love you, I guess.”

He cranes around to try to look at me, but I grab his tool belt again.

“Nuh-uh,” I tell him. “You’re not going anywhere. Give me your balls.”

“You sure?”

“Son, get those balls in my mouth.Now.”

Joey coughs out what I think is a laugh. “You know I don’t actually have a Daddy kink, right?”

“Oh, thank fuck,” I breathe. “Because honestly? I have absolutely no clue how that works.”

Joey laughs outright this time, letting me tug him back down to my face, his balls in easy reach now. I run my tongue over them—his sac smoothly shaven—and take one into my mouth. Joey grunts, and I keep one hand on his belt like a leash as I slip the other under the leather pockets, finding his cock. He makes another sound of fervent approval as I rub my thumb over the top of his dick, spreading the precum there.

I’ll never get sick of having Joey’s cock in my hand. Feeling how hard he is for me, the way he aches, knowing I can get him off with my fist or my lips or even my ass. I suck Joey’s other ball into my mouth, giving his cock a squeeze before slapping the side of his thigh lightly and letting his sac pop free.

“Feed me your dick,” I demand.

Joey doesn’t hesitate this time. He resituates, backing up until that glorious cock is hanging over my mouth. I take hold of it, sucking him between my lips, licking and bobbing as if he’s the most delicious corn dog.

“Bub,” Joey croaks.

“You ready?” I ask.

“Very.”

Joey eases off of me, landing on his back on the bed. He unfastens his tool belt with an apologetic smile, and I understand. He doesn’t want to make a mess of the material. It’s a bummer, but he still looks gorgeous without it, his cockstanding proudly, the man himself every bit a fantasy I didn’t know I had until recently.

“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna drill you so good,” I promise.

“Yeah?” he asks, smiling as he tosses the belt aside.

“Yeah, dude. This Brad is ready to…fuck. Something clever about being the hammer instead of the nail.Oh, I’ve got it. Hey, Joey. Joey. My kangaroo-boo.”

“Yes?” Joey says, his lips twitching.

“You be my anchor, and I’ll be your screw. Get it? ’Cause I’m going to screw—”

“Yes, bub. I get it,” Joey says, his eyes crinkled in happiness.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty. I can’t wait to find your prostate, then poke the ever-loving fuck out of it.”

Joey laughs as I grab the lube from the nightstand. I settle between his legs as he strokes his cock slowly, not enough to get off, just enough to make me jealous of his hand. I focus on my target, though, popping the lube open before grabbing a pillow. Joey takes the hint, lifting his hips enough for me to stuff the pillow underneath him.

“Okay,” I whisper to myself. “Here we go.”

Squeezing some lube onto my fingers, I warm the liquid a bit before rubbing it against Joey. A quick check of his face shows he’s relaxed, so I ease a finger inside of him, surprised when it glides right in.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter.

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