I widened my stance, thrusting my arse backwards into his face. I wanted him to lick me. Memories of last night, of that penetrating tongue, flitted through my mind.
“Tell me what you want, Xavier.” He blew on my hole, making me quiver. “You want me to lick you?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He swatted my cheek with his hand. “Tell me what you want. Don’t make me guess.” He licked my cheek. Yes, that was what I wanted.
“I want you to lick me. Stick that tongue up my arse. Make me come, Ben. I’m close already.”
“Yeah? You want that?”
I stuck my butt out again, expecting another slap, shuddering when his very talented tongue licked me from the seam of my balls right up to the small of my back. More, I wanted more.
“Fuck, do it again.”
He complied, doing it over and over, spreading my arse cheeks wide. Obscene slurping noises came from behind me. My hands twitched, desperate to touch my cock, but I knew any attempt to lower my hands would be met with strong words from Ben.
Feeling I might quite like that, I moved one hand, lowering it slowly.
Ben growled before talking. “Put that fucking hand back where it belongs. Above your head, and don’t move it until I tell you to. You do as I say. Understand?”
I nodded, understanding fully what he was saying.
Another slap to my arse. “Tell me, Xavier. I can’t hear a fucking nod.”
“Yes, I understand,” I said, replacing my hand on the wall.
“Good. If you want to come, you only have to ask. Do you want to come, Xavier?”
Remembering his words, I answered him. “Yes, I want to come, please.” Manners never hurt no one.
He resumed his rimming, licking and poking with his tongue, spearing my hole time and time again.
I was almost dizzy, my knees going weak. I was so very close. Even without a hand on my dick, I was about to come, my balls tightening with anticipation.
Ben reached forward, giving a couple of pulls on my dick before it exploded, my spunk coating the wall.
This time, my legs gave way, the intensity of my orgasm knocking me off my feet. A soft body and powerful arms gripped me from behind, holding me up, one hand still on my dick, milking me.
“That’s it, come for me,” Ben whispered in my ear, his voice soft now, a change from the domineering voice he’d used before.
Who knew I had a kink?
I slumped forward against the wall as Ben released me, feeling a sudden wetness on my arse and down my legs.
I turned at the last minute to see Ben’s eyes closed, a look of complete rapture on his face as he came.
Yes, this was what I wanted, but the next time he came, he’d be inside me. I’d make sure of that.
We were speechless for a moment, both of us coming down from our orgasm-induced high, Ben finally coming to his senses and grabbing a cloth.
“You’d best get dressed, for now,” he said, wiping the spunk from the wall.
“For now? What do you mean?” I was puzzled.
“Well, you said if you could get away with wearing nothing, you would. I think that’s a fine idea.” He stroked my cock again, and damn if it didn’t twitch beneath his touch. I was in no fit state to do anything, but someone needed to tell my dick that.
“So, no clothes in the house?”