Page 117 of Dean

His lips brush against mine and a wave of desire rushes through me. My mouth slants over his and my tongue pushes into his mouth as my hands pull him in closer. I can feel his hard cock brush against my stomach and hear his soft moans as I lick my way into his mouth.

Fuck, he tastes good, I think as a hand moves into his hair, loosening it, feeling it come out of the confines of the braid and spill across his shoulders. I wrap some of it around my fist and pull his head back gently, exposing his throat to me.

My lips peel from his and move to his neck, biting and licking my way across his smooth skin. He smells like paint and flowers. Like a garden canvas. Avery is arching into my touch, his back bowed, his hands holding on to my biceps as I work my way to his collarbone. I nibble my way across it, and he gasps when I pull his shirt over his head, exposing his chest to me.

He’s blushing, pink all over. It bleeds from his cheeks to his chest, and I can’t help but taste him. Every part of him.

“I want you right over this table,” I whisper, and he gasps when my fingers dig into the fleshy bits of his hips.

“Anywhere,” he moans. “Anywhere.”

I let my teeth sink into his earlobe. “Bend over it.”

Avery scrambles to do as I ask, his stomach hitting the tabletop, his head resting on his arms.

“Perfect,” I murmur as I stand up and run a hand down his ass. I can feel those globes flexing under my palms as I tug his underwear down, exposing his beautiful body to me.

“I need to get the lube.”

“Yes. Hurry.”

I grab both of his ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze before moving into the bedroom, grabbing the bottle of lube, and returning to the kitchen. Avery is waiting for me, his eyes following me as I approach.

“You sure you want this?”

“Don’t fucking ask me that,” he murmurs. “Just do it.”

My fingers flick the cap open, dribbling the lube onto his crack as I watch it trickle down. My fingers push into him, wetting his hole, scissoring him open, loving the small mewling noises he makes as I stretch him.Fuck, he’s perfect, I think as I add more lube and work my zipper open at the same time.

Avery is arching his hips back, offering himself up to me, and whenI finally slot my cockhead at his opening, he’s whimpering in desperation.

It’s all the encouragement I need. I push my hips forward and slide into him, past his rim and right into his channel, feeling him engulf me. My eyes close, my fingers digging into his hips as I hold on to him for dear life.

Avery’s eyes are closed, his mouth open as he pants his eagerness.

I thrust forward, only to pull back and do it all over again, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge.

Avery is the first to topple over, his release clamping his hole around my cock, and it’s over for me at that point. I fill him, knowing that I’m going to be dripping out of him for the rest of the evening.

I pull out and watch some of it dribble from him, using my fingers to push it back inside his hole, not wanting to leave him.

I want him to feel me for days.

Avery doesn’t move, just continues to lie there, sprawled across the table, his eyes closed, ass arched up and out.

“Can I take a picture?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yeah, take all the pictures.”

I fumble for my phone in my pants pocket and snap a few photos of him naked on my table. When he finally stands up, I hand him my paint-spattered shirt, and he pulls it on.

“You want to shower?” I ask, and he shakes his head, his hair flowing across his shoulders.

“No, I want to feel you while I paint.”

I bite my bottom lip, tucking myself away and running a hand across my jaw.

“Can I watch while you do it?”

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