Page 30 of Strawberry Moon
“Ssh,” he admonishes me.
“Well, stop doing that then,” I hiss.
He grins. “Your wish is my command. I’ll try something else.”
“I don’t think—” I cry out before I can stop myself as he bends to my cock and licks up the side of it. I push my hand into my mouth to muffle the sound, as he sucks away the precome before taking me down his throat. He pulls back and sucks at the head and I stare sightlessly at the ceiling as he sucks and licks, his talented fingers cupping my balls and tracing the crack of my bum. When he takes me to the back of his throat and swallows, it feels like he might instantly pull the come out of me.
I put a restraining hand on his head, and he looks up, making me shudder. His green eyes darkening with lust as he kneels with my cock in his mouth is the stuff of fantasies, and I nearly forget what I was going to say. Then the tingle in my balls reminds me.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper.
He nods, getting to his feet. Then he smacks his forehead. “Shit. I haven’t got anything on me.”
I’m so far gone it takes me a second to realise what he’s saying. I need him inside me so badly that I can’t understand English. Then it registers. “I’ve got something in the pocket of my sweats. I always carry one.”
His eyes flare and he pulls away. I watch avidly as he crosses the floor to where I put my sweatpants. His arse is a thing of beauty—high and muscled. He rifles through the pocket and draws out two foil packets. Walking back towards me, he nods at the sofa. “Get on there. Kneel and push that beautiful arse of yours out.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I scramble to obey him.
For a few seconds nothing happens, and then I moan as his hands spread my arse. Cool air blows over my crack and then my eyes roll back in my head as he licks my hole.
“Fuckinghell,” I breathe.
He hums agreement, which also feels fantastic. I grab the sofa, staring blindly at the wall as he licks my entrance, letting his tongue play over the nerve-rich opening and then sucking gently on it. His hands are hard on my hips, holding me still, and I hope I have marks there afterwards to remind me of this hottest moment of my life.
I groan as he pushes the tip of his tongue into my hole, and I push forward, rubbing my cock on the sofa and then shoving back on his tongue. I throw my head back, closing my eyes and groaning. Finally, I hear the rustle of a packet opening.
“Someone will hear. Cover your mouth,” he orders.
I push my hand over my mouth and moan into it as his wet fingers massage my hole. He opens me with one skilful finger at a time, taking his time despite me begging him to go faster.
“Comeon,” I urge.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, his voice harsh and gravelly as he pushes a third finger in. He crooks it, rubbing over my prostate, and I can’t muffle my cry this time. Luckily, he doesn’t even seem to mind. When I glance over my shoulder, his eyes are hot and dark, focused on where his fingers are sliding into me.
“Now,” I whisper. “I need you, Harry.”
His nostrils flare. “You’ll have to ride me, love. The floor’s too rough to fuck on. You’ll get splinters.”
I try to focus on him calling me love. It sounds epic in his lovely voice, but I’m too focused on getting that big cock inside me, so I shelve the thought for later. I feel desperate, as if it’s been years since we started this, and I’m cock-starved.
We exchange positions, and I watch as he settles on the sofa with his legs spread. He fists his cock with one hand as he tearsoff the condom wrapper with his teeth. Before he can put the rubber on, I pluck it from his hand, and he gasps as I lower myself to my knees and lick up his dick.
I lick his groin, burying my nose in the juncture of his leg and groin, inhaling the rich scent and tasting salt on my tongue. Then I lick the head, gathering the precome there and humming as his taste explodes in my mouth. Its salty sweet, and I greedily gulp more down, licking along the sides.
His hands on my hair guide me at first, and I’m gratified that he’s forgotten to be quiet. He moans loudly and rocks his hips up to my face. Then he forces his cock down my throat as he mutters words of praise and command.
When he stays me, I look up. “Put the rubber on and ride me,” he orders.
Scrambling to obey him, I glove his cock quickly and then straddle his lap. One hand lands on my hip to hold me still, while his other hand fists his cock, offering it to me.
I hover over him, letting his cock kiss my opening. Then I slowly lower myself. The head pops in, and I pause, breathing through the sting. Ilovethis part. I slowly let my weight pull me down until he bottoms out, and we both sigh as I rest my hands on his shoulders.
“Clem,” he breaths. “So beautiful,” he whispers. His eyes are dark and soft with some fierce feeling blazing in them.
I lower my head to kiss him, fighting the urge to force the pace. It’s hard, though. My hole is throbbing, and when I trace my finger back down my crack, I can feel my skin stretched tight around his big cock.
He cries out at my touch, and I kiss him again, taking his moan inside me. Our tongues tangle, and then the air between our faces becomes hot, filling with curses and words of praise as I start to move.
