Page 258 of Scoring the Player
“I need to be inside you.” I turn him around, and he spreads his hands on the wine barrel as I step behind him.
Nibbling on his ear, I rub my erection through his crease.
His head dips between his shoulders as my tongue trails down the ridge of bone, over his spine, until I’m kneeling behind him.
Licking up the back of his thick thighs, I suck on the globes of his ass, making him tense, as I sink my teeth into the flesh, then relax, as I trail soothing circles over it with my tongue.
“Baby,” he moans as I lick across his rim, head tilting sideways, fanning my tongue back and forth.
His thighs tremble as I suck on the walls of his crease and reach between his legs to massage his balls.
Picking up the lube, I squeeze some on my fingers, then lower myself more so I can roll one of his balls into my mouth as I sink a finger inside him.
He groans as I breach the tight ring of muscle and alternate tongue kissing his heavy balls. I add a second finger, eating up his sweet grunts as I stretch him open.
“Fuck me,” he pleads as I curve my finger and light up his prostate.
I keep massaging that magic spot, feeling the heat of his thighs on my face as he trembles and sweats.
When the pressure between my legs becomes damn near blinding, I push off the floor and slather lube on my shaft.
Kissing between his shoulder blades, I rub the head of my cock over his rim.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” he says.
The raw sounds of our gasped moans echo through the cellar as I push into him.
My head drops to his back as I’m enveloped in soft, tight heat. I slide out to the tip and thrust back in.
The sound of him saying “baby,” dripping with desire and affection, coated in his impossibly deep voice…fuck.
I raise his arm and lower my tongue to his pit as I bottom out inside him.
“Blue,” he moans.
“Hmm.” I thrust harder, wanting him louder. I move to his other pit.
“God,” he grunts as I hit his prostate. “How’s it this good?”
“I love you,” I rasp as I snap my hips, watching my abs clench as my dick disappears inside of him.
He looks at me over his shoulder, submerging me in the depths of his soulful eyes. “I love you too.”
“Mm…I’m close,” I pant, wrapping my arms around his waist and slamming into him.
He grunts as I slap his hand away from his dick and take over stroking him.
When I corkscrew my hand and flick the side of his piercing, he tenses. Gripping the sides of the barrel, he clenches around me and erupts. His husky moans echo through me, and my abs contract, my eyes slam closed, and I let go, releasing inside him.
He curses as I grind into him, staying buried deep, filling him with shallow thrusts.
He bears my weight as my heart hammers against his back, and I catch my breath.
When I pull out, I drop to my knees and spread his cheeks.
“Fu-uck,” he groans as I eat my cum out of him.
