Page 43 of What I've Tasted of Desire

I laughed, low and throaty around the mouthful of his ass, refusing to let go as he hollered again and rutted against the mattress. I unclenched my jaw and licked the flat of my tongue across the deep indent of my teeth sunk down into the already-bruising flesh.

I used my hands to spread Alex’s legs open and grabbed the other pillow. I slid my arm under his belly and lifted him off the mattress as I stuffed the pillow under his hips.

I put a hand on each cheek and slowly spread them apart.

“Oh, fuck. Look at that hole, Alex. Look how fucking beautiful you are.”

As I spoke, Alex puckered his entrance. I watched as the tight muscle contracted in on itself.

Gateway to Heaven…

I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go before burying my face in his crack. I shook my head back and forth as my tongue lapped circles around his pucker. I opened my eyes and looked over his body as he started to moan. I straightened my tongue out and pushed hard against the center. Alex shuddered and started bucking back against my face.

I pulled my mouth off of him long enough to say, “Tell me to fuck you with my tongue, Alex.”

“F-fuck me with your t-t…”

I encompassed his hole with my lips and held him in place with my arm as I straightened out my tongue and pushed it inside of him.

“A-a-ah!” Alex cried. God, he was so loud and uninhibited. I moved my neck back and forth, slipping my tongue past the tight ring of muscle over and over again. There was no sweeter taste on earth. Alex had begun to sweat, a silky sheen covering his entire body. The scent, along with how he tasted, was intoxicating.

I fucked Alex with my tongue until my jaw began to cramp up, and I pulled back. Alex collapsed down into a panting heap, and he looked back over his shoulder at me, his eyes half-lidded.

I reached up and presented my first and middle fingers to him. “Coat them well.”

He parted his lips and sucked the two fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue all around them.

“Good boy,” I praised him.

He sucked on my fingers with vigor, bobbing his neck as if he were giving head.

My beautiful, filthy boy…

I pulled them out of his mouth with a sloppyplop,a gob of extra spit spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Not being completely convinced saliva would be enough, I popped the bottle of oil open and coated several fingers and my thumb.

I split his cheeks with the other hand and rubbed small circles over his hole with the pad of my wet thumb. I watched Alex’s eyes roll back into his head before I applied pressure and sunk my thumb into him.

Alex siged and nuzzled the side of his face against the pillow.

“You like that, baby boy?”

Alex moaned in response as I pulled my thumb out and then pushed it back in again, twisting my wrist back-and-forth and then side-to-side to stretch him open. Despite his incredible eagerness, he was stillsofucking tight. Fear of hurting him was crowding out my arousal, which felt like a looming black void. A thrill of panic shook my spine, reminding me that I had precious little experience in pleasing someone else.Was I good enough? I was hard, horny, and intimidated. I forced a deep breath through my lungs, which felt like they had shrunk by at least 50 percent.Focus on Alex. He’s responsive and eager. You can please him. You know how. Stop second-guessing yourself.

I pulled my thumb out as Alex looked back at me, panting like a dog.

I shoved my index and middle finger into Alex. Over his shoulder, his eyes widened as I pushed the digits all the way in. He stared back at me with his eyes half-closed, his mouth open and quick busts of breath coming in and out of his lungs. His face was completely flushed, and his brown curls stuck slick against his forehead. He was beautiful.

“Oh, you are a good boy, Alex.” It’s like the words were dragged up from my lungs. I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to. “Fucking look at you.”

I flexed my fingers apart in a scissoring motion inside of him as I worked my arm back-and-forth. I could feel him getting looser, and his moans were growing deeper. Once my fingers pushed in and out of him with ease, I bent my wrist and curled them around inside him.

Alex’s legs twitched. “There it is…” he gritted out.

Having found what I was looking for, I draped my forearm down across Alex’s lower back and pressed him down into the mattress to hold him in place. I began pushing my fingers in and out of him at a brutal pace, slamming into the soft, spongy spot over and over.

Alex’s breaths were coming with audible gasps as my arm worked overtime.

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