Page 69 of Unwanted

My pulse thrummed and my cock begged for attention at the sight.

He was at my mercy, the most intimate parts of him exposed to me. Parts of him that I know for a fact were mine before they were ever anyone else’s.

Spreading his cheeks wide, I lower my head to his ass and swipe at his entrance.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

Like a starving man, I feast on him, the taste of him unlocking years of repressed arousal.

His legs quiver as my tongue circles his hole, around and around, before I teasingly spear the tip in and out of him.

“Arlo,” he groans. “Arlo, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please.” He pants as my tongue finds him again. “More, please.”

Replacing my mouth with my thumb, I suck and lick the tip of it before pressing it to Frankie’s hole, adding just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

My other hand seeks out his cock, my fingers wrapping themselves tightly around his length.

“Fuck my fist,” I demand. “I want you close to the edge.”

He bucks his hips back and forth, frantically sliding his cock in and out of my fist.

“I’m going to come,” he warns, his voice strained, his control dwindling. “Fuck. Ineedto come.”

“Not yet,” I warn. “I’m not done with you just yet. Put my cock in your mouth.”

I can see the struggle. I can see the exhaustion in his body at being so wound up with no release in sight. His descent toward my dick is clumsy, unfocused and hurried. If I was supposed to feel bad at his lack of control and finesse as he opened his mouth and took me in, I didn’t.

He was a quivering mess and I loved it.

Wet and hot, his mouth covers my crown and my body jerks in anticipation.

My senses are on overdrive with Frankie, everything between us feeling both new and the same.

I wanted it all and I wanted it all the time.

Right now, I wanted to punish and praise him.

Frankie starts bobbing his head up and down my shaft, his lips stretching around me, his throat working me over.

Just as he hits a stride, I release his cock and bring my mouth back to his ass. I push the tip of my finger into his hole, and his mouth falters at the intrusion.

Smirking to myself, I lick along his puckered skin, loving the way every touch I make to his body, I feel ricochet in my own.

Our mouths and tongues continue to ravage one another, and when Frankie presses two fingers against my taint, right behind my balls, I know it means we’re both on borrowed time.

Frankie’s fingers dance along my skin as he pops his mouth off my cock, glances back at me, and smirks. “Checkmate, baby.”

He lowers his mouth back to my crown, swirling his tongue around the head, before taking all of me to the back of his throat.

Wordlessly, I watch my cock slide in and out of his mouth while my fingers slowly push farther inside him.

The deeper I get, the more frantic Frankie’s sucks become. His cheeks hollow, his eyes watery. When I graze his prostate, he groans around my shaft and I fight the urge to cant my hips and brutally fuck his face with my cock.

“Come on, baby,” I taunt, the tips of my fingers now prodding at that magic button with purpose. “You know you want to come.”

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