He obeys, crawling onto the bed on all fours and straddling me, hat and socks still on. He grips my face as my hands find his hips and we’re kissing again. Slower this time, more languid.
It’s not long before both of our cocks are leaking again and we’re becoming more and more desperate, our whines and moans louder.
“Off,” I pant, patting his hip. “On your hands and knees.”
He pecks my lips once more and then obeys, that tight ass in the air. I kneel behind him and start to bite and lick and kiss the round globes. I rub my face along his cheeks, moaning at the feel of him, and he shudders.
“God, I’ve missed this ass,” I groan, then spread his cheeks and bury my face in his ass crack, inhaling. He trembles and his hole flutters.
“Fuck, Jax,” he gasps. “You’re gonna make me come just doing that.”
“Mmm,” I hum, pressing a kiss to his pucker that makes him jolt and curse. “You’re not gonna come until I’m buried balls deep inside you, doll.” I take my rings off and set them aside, then smooth my hand down his ass cheek, before cupping them both in my hands and kneading them. “Yes?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
I bury my nose in his ass again and moan. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” I lean in then, and lick a stripe from his taint up to his hole, and he bucks.
“Shit.”
“I’m gonna eat you out, baby,” I tell him. “I’m gonna feast on this ass and tongue fuck you until you’re sobbing, and begging me to fuck you. And then I’m gonna roll over and you’re gonna ride me until we come together. Okay?”
He nods. I slap his ass, hard.
“Shit, yes,” he gasps.
I press kisses to his ass cheeks, and he moans and whimpers, sweat breaking out along his back and neck.
“Has anyone else had you while I was sick?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. I slap his ass again.
“Jesus. No, I swear. No one. I haven’t come at all without you. I haven’t even touched myself.”
Holy shit. Why does that make me so fucking happy?
“You wanted me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmmm,” I groan, and then suck and nibble on his ass some more, leaving my marks there as I do.
“Shit, Jax,” he whines, his body trembling. “Please.” He’s not quite at the tears part yet, but we’ll get there.
My own cock is throbbing, aching to be inside him, but I want him fucking feral for me before I fuck him. I can’t wait to see him on top of me, fucking himself on my cock.
I lean over him, pressing kisses to the stunning tattoo of the gnarled tree on his back, the pink and blue butterflies above it. I keep kissing down his back until I get to his ass, and then spread his cheeks and lick over his hole again.
“Nnnnngg,” he cries out, and I know the tears are coming. I can’t fucking wait. I lick another stripe from his taint to his hole again, and he bucks. Then I flutter my tongue along his pucker, driving him wild, and when he speaks again it’s music to my ears.
“Fuck, Jax, please,” he begs, his voice broken. “Please.”
I want to torture him a little bit longer though, so I flutter my tongue a bit more, before I spear inside him. He wails and I hold him tight as I tongue fuck him. He shoves his ass back until I spank him, and then he’s trembling and sobbing as I feast on his beautiful body. God, he tastes so damn good. Saliva drips downmy chin and along his crack as I bring him pleasure, my cock so hard it hurts as my precum leaks onto the sheet below me.
“Jackson,” he gasps. “I can’t. Please, I can’t.” He’s sobbing so hard he can barely get the words out. Fuck, that’s hot.
I pull out and roll over, grabbing a condom and sliding it on as he straddles my hips, his cheeks streaked with tears. He moves to wipe them away as I slick up my cock with lube.
“Don’t,” I tell him. “Leave them. I want to see them while you ride me. Everything stays. The hat, the socks, and those gorgeous tears.” I grip my dick and he moves forward, pushing up on his knees until he’s situated just above me. “Fuck yourself on my cock, doll.”
He lowers himself, and I let out a loud groan, my head thrown back as my dick buries itself inside his tight heat. “Oh, god, Preston. So good, baby. So damn good.”