Page 49 of M.M. Scrooge
I lap circles around his rim, holding him open for my exploration. If he’s embarrassed, if he’s shy about being exposed, he doesn’t let that stop him from pressing back for more.
Gripping his cheeks hard enough to leave fingerprints, I pause to gauge his reaction. Daniel doesn’t complain. His back muscles ripple as he tucks an arm under his head.
I squeeze harder. “You like that?”
“God, yes. So much. Wanna still feel it next week.”
“Good.” I bite into one plush cheek, then lick the sting away. “I can do that.”
Turning my attention back to his hole, I firm my tongue and prod at him. Daniel’s answering groan is worthy of any pornstar I’ve ever heard.
An idea strikes. “Fuck yourself on my tongue.”
I hold still and wait.
Daniel doesn’t hesitate, rocking his hips, pushing his ass back, and spearing himself on my tongue. I grab my dick and stroke, then let it go and grab his. His erection throbs hot in my hand. I could make him come like this. It would be so easy. The noises he’d make. He’s close already. But we both want more. He asked me to fuck him.
I pull away long enough to slick my fingers with lube. One slides into his ass so luxuriously I’m quick to add the second.
“I’m ready.” Daniel’s voice breaks. “Give me that fat cock. I want it.”
If he’s going to talk like that, no way am I going to last. Suddenly, the selection of cock rings in Daniel’s pleasure treasure drawer holds a certain appeal. I dismiss it. He’s on the edge too. I can last as long as he does.
I add a third finger.
Daniel hisses his frustration. “Cock. Now.”
“Bossy.” I fuck him with my fingers instead. He growls. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
He flings a lust-filled leer over his shoulder and isn’t too shy to play along. “Want it to burn, Max. Fill me up. Stretch my asshole and make me scream.”
Shit.I can’t wait any longer. I rip open the condom. I’m so engorged my fingers burn my flesh as I slide the thin layer of latex over my cock. More lube. Sloppy, but I can’t be bothered with finesse.
Daniel watches this with an intense expression, mouth open, hands fisted in the sheets. “Max?”
I toss the lube aside. “Yeah?”
“Can I turn over?”
Face-to-face. Fuck. Yeah, I want that too. “Of course you can, babe.”
A smile lights up his face. He rolls into place, opens his legs wide, and pulls them up, ready for me. I take another mental picture for my collection. He’s perfect.
Shaking with need, I line us up and press in.
Daniel’s body sucks me inside like a fucking vacuum.
We moan in tandem.
I collapse onto his chest, claiming his lips for a kiss while our bodies adjust. He opens for me here too, lets me plunder his mouth and suck his lower lip. He’s got his arms wrapped around me tightly, clinging like he’s as far gone as I am.
I move inside him, little thrusts, easing the way. He matches the motion with his hips, meeting my slow pace like he can’t handle anymore just yet either. It’ll take nothing for me to come. I’m beyond aroused. So fucking high on him. His body. His sounds. His eyes on mine.
Daniel squeezes his thighs around me. I’m lost. Our kiss gets messy as we pick up the pace, rocking faster, driving our bodies together with increasing intensity. Sweat beads on my spine.
“Don’t stop, Max.”
“I won’t.” But his cock is trapped between us. Is that enough? “Can you come like this?”
