Page 41 of Poison

"I want to," I breathed, kissing him again.

Before he could stop me, I removed the shirt from his body. My toes curled as he bit at my neck, and I yanked at his hair, drawing him in for another heated kiss. While our lips locked together, he fumbled with the button on my pants as I tugged on the buckle of his belt.

Eventually, Vic pulled back and breathed, "We should move to the bed."

"Have a way for me to prep? Don't want mud on the dipstick."

He chuckled. "Bathroom is over there. Check the cabinet."

"You'd better be naked and stroking that cock when I get back." He nearly tripped on his pants as he rushed to the bedroom.

Vic really wasn't a housekeeper. There were dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, toothpaste globs were stuck in the sink, and at least three used towels hung from the shower rod. If I stayed, I had a lot of work ahead of me to clean the place up.

But that was an issue for another time. I dug around in a cabinet, finding three bottles of Starburst-brand anal douches. "What the fuck?" I chuckled. I knew about the lube but had no clue I had my own brand of anal douches. They must've not been the highest quality if Trevor never forced me to use them.

I did the deed, making sure I was perfectly clean. And before I left, I checked a small basket that caught my attention. It was packed with all types of junk, from hair ties and tweezers to Chapstick and floss. There was also a single tube of grape-flavored lip balm.

I grinned as a wonderful idea popped into my head—something Trevor often made me do for clients who liked to eat ass. To make the experience even more pleasurable, I rubbed a flavored lip balm over my puckered star and scented my ass cheeks with a matching lotion. I lifted my leg onto the tub and applied the lip balm generously, and when I was finished, I left my clothes behind.

As directed, Vic was on the bed stroking his meat.

"I'm stealing your lip balm."

"I have lip balm?"

I held it up close to his face. "Grape."

He shrugged, still slowly stroking his cock. "Are you sure about that? I have a feeling it belonged to an ex of mine, so that means it's really old."

"Well, nobody is going to want to put this on their lips ever again anyway." When he gave me a questioning look, I asked cheekily, "Ever eat ass, big boy?" I twirled the tube in my fingers. "I'm now grape flavored."

Vic slid down the bed and pulled me forward, making me lean over him. He grabbed my ass and spun me around until I was lying on my back. His mouth crashed onto mine as his hand snaked down my body to stroke my cock. "Roll over. Get on your hands and knees."

I was kind of turned on by his commanding tone. As a typical power bottom, I was usually the one in control, but I decided to be a good boy and let him temporarily hold the reigns. Arching my back, I gave my butt a little wiggle.

My mouth fell open in a noiseless moan as he firmly spread my cheeks for his warm tongue. It ran from my scrotum all the way to the top of my crack in long, languid strokes. My body shuddered at the sensation as my pleasure grew to a fever pitch. Just as my orgasm built at the base of my cock, Vic pulled away and gave my cheek a firm slap. "I think grape may be my new favorite flavor."

I rolled over, pulling him down on top of me, locking my lips with his. Our tongues danced as he adjusted our bodies, lifting my legs slightly so that he could get a good angle. That first graze of his thick cock against my hole dragged a groan of delight from my throat. The sound morphed into a delighted gasp as he slowly pushed inside. With a few gentle thrusts, his member was fully in my ass to the hilt. Vic moved slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace until I was gasping with every thrust.

I coaxed Vic onto his back and straddled his waist. Grabbing his cock, I guided it back to my hole and slid down with a heavy groan. His hands rested on my hips, helping me keep my momentum as I bounced up and down. Every time I dropped, his cock rubbed my prostate in just the right way.

"You feel so good, baby," I cried, arching my back and biting my lower lip.

His fingers grazed along my abs, which flexed with each roll of my hips. "You're going to make me cum."

I reached between us, stroking my hard cock. His eyes were filled with pure desire as he watched, transfixed. "Cover me with it," he hissed.

I moved faster, keeping my eyes locked on him. Butterflies danced around in my stomach as his lips twitched and his body convulsed. He was close. I could sense it. I picked upmy pace, and the sound of skin slapping together echoed through the small room. A loud, pleasure-filled moan escaped my throat as cum erupted in hard spurts, coating his chest and chin. With a guttural growl, his warm, manly juices shot inside me.

As we drifted in post-orgasmic bliss, he scooped up my cum and licked it from his fingers.

"Kinky," I giggled through shaky breaths. I rolled off him and lay at his side, propping up on an elbow to better trace his happy trail with my fingers.

With a contented smile, he pulled out some wipes from a drawer, and like a complete gentleman, he handed me a few before wiping himself off.

"I should leave."

"Why?"

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