Page 100 of Third Time Lucky

He slides further down my thighs and his erection brushes my skin.

My dick pulses against the mattress in response. “I’m not sure if my defenses are low enough for what you have in mind, but if you let me up we can investigate other avenues.”

“My mind isn’t going anywhere too crazy,” Joey’s voice is deeper now. Hungry. “Trust me.”

With everything.

When he starts massaging my butt, I groan into my pillow. I’ve had physical therapists work me up and down for years, but it has never felt this good before. Then again, they aren’t paid to give me the kind of ass massage Joey is giving me. That would be crossing the line. Too intimate.

Fuck, what is he doing back there?

I can feel his breath coming fast along my lower back. Feel my cheeks separating as he spreads and releases, again and again, revealing everything to his gaze. I tense on instinct.

He shushes me. “Relax. Do you know the first night we met, I thought the god of glutes had come visiting? I was sure you had the finest hind end I’d ever seen in my life.”

Joey’s flattery works on me because I know he believes what he’s saying. He loves my body. He loves all of me, but he really loves a few specific parts of my body. I know because he’s either talking about or touching them whenever he thinks he can get away with it. “It keeps my pants on.”

“Your ass? Well, it makes me want to take them off,” he confides, spreading my cheeks again and squeezing each one in turn. “I need you to let me kiss you here, Elliot. Let me show you how good it feels.”

I gather my pillow up in my arms and send him my attempt at a warning look over my shoulder. “Mouth only. No fingers going anywhere they’re not invited.”

He nods quickly, eyes on the seam of my ass. “Invitation only. Got it.”

When we’re like this, he gives that to me. The control I need. That, along with a healthy dash of curiosity and arousal, tell me I should give him this. “Kiss my ass, Joey Redmond.”

His lips quirk and then I’m lowering my face into the pillow as he sucks and nibbles and tongues my cheeks. Rubs his face against them. Flicks them to test their resilience and fondles them while moving his mouth closer to my clenching hole.

I think about how much I love his ass. The way it feels, snug as fuck around my fingers. The way it stretches for my cock and makes me feel like a beast because he’s always so fucking tight. But when he finally starts licking and sucking on the bundle of muscles between my cheeks, I realize I love this too. As much as his mind-bending blowjobs. More. He’s giving to me, even in this. More pleasure than I ever expected.

“Joey. Fuck, that feels good.”

He moans at my approval and burrows deeper, his mouth hot against me. His tongue swirls, teases and cajoles me into tilting my hips back, my cock now free for me to grab onto. And I will. But something compels me to reach back and cup the back of his head, holding him possessively against me.

“Do it. Work that tongue inside and get me off. You’ve been dreaming about my ass? Here’s the real thing. Fuck it like you know when you’re finished I’ll be returning the favor with my dick.”

He cries out between my thighs now, his tongue pressing firmly until I can feel it inside me. “Joey.”

I didn’t know I was this sensitive. Every lick feels like a mini-earthquake. Every scrape of his teeth is making me snarl. If he does this for much longer, I’ll come before I can give him what he needs in return.

With a growl I let go of his head and buck against his mouth. I drag him beneath me on the bed, using the oil to coat our erections before taking us both in hand. “I need you with me.”

“Yes.” Joey’s pupils are dilated, his lips swollen as he loses himself to my touch.

This is what I want until I die. Laughter and lust before breakfast. Soft whispered confessions every night. His body mine to care for. Mine to touch and make come until he cries.

His thighs start shaking against my hips and I know he’s close. From kissing me and making me lose control. From giving it back to me.

“Come,” I rasp through my labored breathing as my hand slides up and down our slick shafts, squeezing them together. I can’t hold in a grunt of pleasure as the heads of our cocks rub against each other in my grip.

“Show me what I do to you.”

That’s all it takes to send him over. His mouth opens and I cover it with my hand in case any sound escapes to spoil our soon-to-be invaded privacy.

The sight of his wild eyes over my rough hand, and the sounds of his muffled climax push me up to the edge. I look down to see his come coating my fingers, slipping between our bodies as I pump my fist around our flesh. The sight of it is too much. I’m burning like the sun. On fire, slick with sweat and tightening my jaw to hold in my own shouts of pleasure.

I didn’t know this existed for twenty-seven years, and now I crave it like a drug. Crave Joey. I dip my head down and skim his forehead with my lips. “I love you.”

Marry me. Travel with me. Be my family. Our family.

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