Page 96 of Sunflower

He whined as I sat up to take my own shirt off, his hands dropping to my jeans and fumbling with the button and zipper to get them open, his fingers rubbing against my hard cock as he moved.

Palming myself and groaning from the friction, I climbed off him to push down my pants and boxer-briefs, nearly tripping when they got caught around my ankles when I headed to the bedside table for the supplies that the housing coordinator had assured me would be there when I’d quietly asked, much to Joey’s mortification.

Huh. Maybe that was why we’d been located so far away from our parents.

Maybe I owed the housing coordinator a bottle of wine as thanks.

Sure enough, I found what we needed and watched as Joey removed his own pants, lifting his hips to shimmy out of his clothes as quickly as he could before throwing them to the side. With his pupils darkening and his hand gripping his balls, he shifted up the bed until his head was resting on the pillows. “Hurry, sweetness…”

I tossed the supplies on the bed next to Joey before taking a moment to stare at the magnificent naked body lying in front of me. The tip of his cock was a deep red, shiny with the precum already pouring out of him and pooling on his stomach. My mouth watered at the sight, the thought of tasting him again almost too much to handle.

As I climbed onto the mattress, Joey lifted himself up on his elbows and watched me crawl towards him, his eyelids dropping in desire. Placing a knee between his thighs, I leaned over him, our mouths meeting again and again. We licked and sucked and moaned together as I ground my cock against his, circling my hips to press down even harder when he whined.

His hands roamed my back, and I reveled in the feel of his fingertips against my muscles as I moved above him. When I felt one hand dive down and grip my ass, I pulled back and grinned at him before moving down his body, kissing and sucking at random spots until I was eyeing his cock.

He threw his head back and clawed at the duvet as he tried to keep himself grounded even when his hips were rolling under me. “Sweetness, please. Suck—”

He let out a shout when my mouth engulfed him, getting halfway down his engorged cock before I pulled back, licking a stripe up to his cockhead to suckle. With my mouth wrappedaround him and my hand stroking him slowly, I looked up his body to see him watching me, his eyes now completely blown out with desire.

When I wrapped an arm around his hip, he reached down to run his hands up and down my upper arms.

“So fucking hot…” he muttered as I licked and sucked and jerked him. As I bobbed over him, his heavy cock dragging over my tongue, his cursing continued, “Ooooh, shit… Oh, God… I’m gonna come…”

Immediately, I popped off him, grinning at his wail. Nope. I wasn’t going to let him come just yet. I wanted to be inside him when he blew. After the other times we’d had sex, I knew being buried inside him when he came was my new favorite place to be. The way his hole strangled my cock with every pulse as he came was my definition of heaven on earth.

To allow him some time to settle down, I crawled up his body until I could straddle his chest, my cock waving at him with each movement. As soon as I was in sucking distance, he all but attacked me, one hand wrapping around my length to hold it in place as he licked me all over, getting as much spit as he could on me before he started jerking me. “Yeah, do it. Suck me…”

The challenge given, his eyes connected with mine and he pulled off and smirked before lifting my dick up and diving for my balls, sucking one into his mouth then the other. His tongue lapped at me until I was seeing stars.

Leaning back to grant him whatever access he wanted, because let’s face it, he could honestly do anything to me at this point, and I’d be okay with it, I wrapped my hand around his cock to see if he’d eased off the hair trigger that I’d left him on.

The heated snarl he gave me meant he was probably still closer than I’d anticipated.

Okay, let’s mix things up a bit. Much to his dismay, I climbed off him and tapped his hip to get him to roll over for me. Witha groan, he turned onto his stomach where he was ass up, cock against the duvet underneath, but with one knee brought up and thrown to the side, he could twist around and watch me as I grabbed the lube and started prepping him.

His eyes rolled as I straddled his straight leg, rubbing one fingertip against his hole and pressing inside once his rim softened enough to take it. One finger became two, then three, as I slowly stretched him open. At one point, he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into his own hand so he could palm himself. The moans and sighs he was letting out were like catnip. I wanted more, so much more, and I knew once I entered him, I’d get them.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Joey said breathlessly. “Come on…”

Grinning, I smacked him on the ass and grabbed the condom, unrolling it down my length and then coating it with even more lube. I moved into a better position, spread his cheeks, and slowly pressed my cock against his hole until the head disappeared. We both groaned when I got past that first ring of muscle.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” I muttered, inching into him ever so slowly. “Bear down for me,mo lus na gréine.”

He breathed out and did so, letting me glide in slightly quicker. “God, what I wouldn’t give to feel you bare…”

Jolting at the thought, I slid in more just as he sucked in a breath, which made him wince. Stopping immediately, I ran a palm down his lower back to ease the sting. “Sorry,mo lus na gréine,you took me by surprise. Do you want me to stop?”

Turning his upper body so he was facing the mattress, he groaned and shook his head. “No, no stopping. Just give me a sec.”

“Okay.” Even though my body was screaming at me to plunge right on in, I held steady, not advancing, not retreating. With every stroke of my hand down his back, the tension in his bodyeased, and I could feel his hole easing its stranglehold on my cock.

“I’m good,” Joey said, breathing steadily, both his hands clawing at the duvet. “Just go slow…”

I hummed as I retreated ever so slightly in line with his breathing, and each time he breathed out, I pushed in a little more. Back and forth we went, with shallow movements until I was balls deep. “You’ve got all of me,mo lus na gréine.”

“Fuuuuck…” Panting, he shifted enough onto his side so he could lift his bent leg to rest it on my shoulder, making me curse that I wasn’t moving enough. “Okay… move… please…”

“Ugh… God…” With both my hands, I held onto his leg and pulled back from him before gently thrusting in to test his readiness, keeping a close eye on his face for any discomfort. Finding none, on the next retreat, I pushed in a little harder, a little rougher, increasing the force until I was pounding at his hole, our skin slapping together in a symphony.

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