Page 40 of Quickies

“Enough.”

I let go.

“Open your eyes, Boone.”

He sat on the edge of the mattress, naked. Breathtaking.

He lifted one leg, exposing his crease, and leaned back. The smooth little star looked like an innocent rosebud. My dick jerked.

“Kiss it.”

A shudder went through me.

I didn’t touch him any other way because he didn’t tell me to. I put my hands on the floor and crawled closer. I pressed my lips to the sweet little pucker.

Dazed, I breathed in.

Oh Lord. I could have died right then. I let out a pained moan.

“Kiss it, Boone.” His soft voice turned breathy.

I brushed my lips over the smooth bud. With my nose pressed to his taint, I kissed it chastely, with closed lips, slow and tender, again and again.

“Mm-hmm.” My angel sighed. He sounded content and aroused, and pride swelled in my chest. I was making him feel good.

“You can make me come with your tongue.”

He phrased it as if giving me permission, as if it were something I was allowed to do and not an order. Which was fitting because a part of me feared I was committing a crime when I opened my mouth and licked into him.

He cried out and lay back, his torso arched.

“That’s it. Fuck it with your tongue.”

The taste of him made my balls hurt and precum leak out of my throbbing dick. I dug my fingers into the carpet so I wouldn’t be tempted to grab myself and jerk off.

“More! Make me come, now!”

Oh God. His loud demand was the most arousing thing I’d ever heard.

I thrust my tongue into his loosening hole, as deep as I could, and licked along the front wall, faster and faster. He grabbed his cock and squeezed it, and then he pushed his ass against my face.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

His rim clenched on my tongue. I licked and swallowed his slick as his ass fluttered with his orgasm.

Panting, he lay back. “Keep kissing it,” he murmured.

With tender nips and slow presses of my lips, I made love to his hole while my cock wept onto the floor.

“Enough.”

I remained on all fours, my pants halfway down my thighs, my dick out. I still wore my suit jacket, and the tip of my tie brushed the carpet.

My angel gazed at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His lips were parted and his cheeks flushed. He’d never looked more beautiful.

He caressed his stomach, scooping up a few drops of his cum. Then he licked his fingers. My stomach clenched with hunger.

“Do you want to kiss my cum away?”

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