Page 48 of M.M. Scrooge
I break from kissing him long enough to ask, “Where are your supplies?”
He flings a hand toward the bedside table. “Top drawer.”
I stretch over him and tug it open. Daniel uses the opportunity to map my body with his hands. Feels so good. His skin on mine.
In the drawer resides the fucking mother lode. I expected condoms and lube, maybe a dildo, but this is a collection a sex demon could be proud of. Dildos of varying size and color, some clearly meant to look alien, cock rings, a butt plug with a ruby jewel I hope to see sparkling in his ass someday soon. Toys that vibrate, clamps, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. A treasure trove of good times.
“You are a fucking delight, Daniel.”
I glance over my shoulder. He shrugs, a deep blush creeping over his freckled cheeks. “I like to play.”
“So do I.” I’ve only recently learned how much. “Is there anything in particular you want me to use?”
“Whatever you like so long as a condom makes the list.”
I leave the toys for another time—god, please let there be another time—and retrieve lube, wipes, and condoms. Setting the goods next to his hip, I make myself at home between his thighs and enjoy the view. He’s gorgeous. On his back, arms flung over his head, his hungry stare drinking me in, in return.
He bends his leg, and one naked foot lands on my thigh and rubs. The view just keeps getting better, all his goods on display. Even his balls are cute, prominent beneath his flushed cock, twin mounds begging to be licked.
“You’re gorgeous.” I run my hands over his narrow hips, up to his chest, and back down. “I’m going to put my mouth everywhere.”
Daniel squirms and sucks his lower lip. My hands completely eclipse his pecs beneath them. I massage the muscles, and his eyes roll up in pleasure. When I flick his pebbled nipples, he gasps, mouth open. He’s lovely.
“Do you want me to put a condom on you before I suck your dick? That’s fine with me if it’s what you want.”
It takes him a long breath to come back to himself and formulate an answer. “That’s up to you. I haven’t done anything risky, and my results are negative. Just use one when you fuck me.”
“You got it.” I shuffle to my stomach, wrap my arms around his legs, and suck his pretty cock straight into my mouth with no further preamble.
“Fuck. Max. Fuck,” Daniel pants, choking out each word. His hips shudder, and I hold him down hard. Being bigger has its advantages. Daniel immediately tests my hold, finds himself secured, and moans. “Yes. Please.”
I love the feel of his dick in my mouth, hot on my tongue, pressing against the back of my throat. He’s the perfect size, a tasty treat. I close my eyes and get to work. When I fuck him, I want him blissed out of his mind. Incoherent and babbling. It’s not going to take long. He’s halfway there now.
Tightening my lips around his shaft, I bob my head and moan around him. With my tongue, I tease his frenulum, circle his glans, and lick his slit. His hums and moans and groans never stop, creating a symphony of pleasure. I’m getting off on how vocal he is. How reactive.
I’m surprised his hands aren’t in my hair, trying to guide my actions, but he keeps them over his head. What an erotic sight, his torso stretched long and lean, his lips parted, mouth hanging open.
I release his cock to become better acquainted with his balls. Gentle licks while he acclimates to the sensation, slow and steady. Not everyone enjoys having their balls played with, but Daniel clearly does. He spits curses for me, hips straining against my hold while I kiss and nudge his sac. I could fondle him like this for hours, but his needy whimpers urge me onward.
I let go of his legs and sit back to admire my work. My saliva glistens on his skin. My cock digs into the soft bedding eagerly.Almost time, buddy. Hang in there.
“Fuck, Max.” Daniel props himself up on his elbows. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so thorough or, like, into foreplay at all, really.”
I grab the wipes and tug one free. “I’m just getting started.” He widens his eyes and drags his foot along my back. “Turn over? Put that sweet ass of yours in the air. I want to see you on your knees for me.”
He bites his lip. “How are you so hot?”
His words stroke my ego. I make room for him to roll over, and he does, languidly, body already relaxed and pliant. The way he moves, sin on sheets, stirs my arousal to boiling. Gonna fuck him so hard he can’t see straight. But first, I have plans for that ass.
Daniel settles on his hands and knees. I place my palm between his shoulder blades and push. “Down.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as he collapses onto his chest, head down, ass up, a wanton picture I’ll call to mind often, I’m sure.
Without teasing, I spread his cheeks and clean him so I can get to the good stuff. Does he like to be spanked? I’ll bet he does, but that’s a question for later.
I toss the wipe aside and dive in, tongue first. One broad, slow lick all the way up his crack, over his hole, and back down to his balls.
Daniel shivers. The sheets muffle his load moaning. My cock twitches, ready to invade the little hole itself. But I can wait. Gonna make him beg for it. He’ll like that. So will I.
