Page 84 of French Martini

I flip him over roughly, eating up his surprised gasp, then slide my hand under him to draw him up to his knees. He wiggles his ass, taunting me, so I give him a little smack, and I’m rewarded with a delicious moan.

Continuing my destruction of his clothes, I find the edge of the underwear and rip them straight down the back, grinning at the sound of tearing fabric and revealing his gorgeous hole.

“Oakley,” he moans. “Oh god.”

“Do we need to ease into this, kitten? Need a safeword?”

“No. I’m desperate for you.”

“Mmm.” I squeeze his ass, kneading his soft skin and pulling his cheeks apart to revel in how glorious he looks like this.Without hesitating, I dive in, burying my face in his crease, licking and sucking his hole.

He moans, writhing on my tongue, and I see his hands slip underneath him.

“Uh-uh, kitten. Hands where I can see them. You’ll come on my cock.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Yes, Oakley.”

“Mm, say that again.”

“Yes, Oakley. Whatever you want. I’m yours.”

My stomach flips as my cock leaks with need, still restrained by my clothing. Hearing Lowen, the man I’ve adored for almost a damn year, tell me that he’s mine? Nothing could be hotter.

I push down my excitement to focus on his pleasure, digging my tongue and then my finger, inside him. He’s soft and his skin is supple, like the silk he always wears, and I know this is gonna be the best night of my life.

His grunts and moans as I stretch him open are the best music, and I soften the sting as best I can by taking my time and kissing every bit of flesh available to me, while he claws the bedding, keeping his hands above his head.

I think I could happily just feast on his ass all night, but his moans are becoming more urgent, more needy.

“You can ask for my cock at any time, beautiful.”

He whimpers, rocking his hips. “Please can I have your cock? Will you please fuck me, Oakley?”

“I sure will, kitten.”

Panic sets in for a moment when I remember I wasn’t audacious enough to bring lube with me.

“Uh, we don’t have lube.”

“Yes we do. I hid it under my pillow this morning. Just in case.”

“Mmm. Good kitten.”

With two fingers still buried deep in his hole, I lean over his body and reach under the pillows, locating a small plastic bottle of lube. With my teeth, I click the bottle open and pour some on my fingers that are already inside him, pulling out enough to get them slick.

“Yesssss,” Lowen moans. “More.”

“Patience.”

“No. I need you.”

“As much as I’d like to watch your hole while I wreck it, I’m looking forward to a different view.” I pull my fingers out and climb up on the bed, lying next to him. “Get your dick out and ride me.”

He visibly shivers, nodding as he scrambles to straddle my hips. I’m still fully dressed, which adds to how hot this is, and Lowen looks absolutely wrecked already with his torn clothes and smeared makeup.

Low unzips my slacks and pulls my briefs down enough to expose my dick. He strokes me a few times, grabbing the lube from the mattress and pouring some on my cock, then the moment we’ve both been longing for arrives. He grips my shaft and lines me up with his hole, slowly sinking down.

My breath catches in my throat from how tight and hot he is. I won’t last long. No damn way. Lowen’s got his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he nods and gazes down at me with hooded eyes.

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