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“Swallow,” I order him just before letting out a long groan as my cum shoots down his strangling throat.
When I pull away and drop to my back on the bed, Lori follows me. His tongue going up and down my shaft, cleaning it and making me jerk as he sucks relentlessly on the tip, searching for more jizz.
After a while, his adoring mouth moves to my abs, licking, nipping, and sucking a path all over my torso. My fingers keep lightly scratching his curls as I watch him savoring the taste of my skin.
“Your smell,” he moans, flattening his tongue on my nipple. I feel his flaccid, slick, bare dick against my thigh. He must have come while blowing me. Why does that fill me with deep gratification?
“Why are you wearing my jacket?”
“Safe,” he replies with a satisfied sigh, as he moves onto his side with his head nestled in my neck and his little hand on my chest.
Does my jacket make him feel safe? From what? A wave of protectiveness engulfs me.
I tilt his face up with my finger under his chin with the intention of asking him. But he has such a satisfied smile on his mouth, shiny with my cum, I’m moving without thinking. I suck on his plump lower lip as I taste myself on him. It quickly becomes my favorite flavor.
He let me come all over him at the charity fundraiser. What a fucking O that was, Bez growls.
Why didn’t you take over just now?I ask him.
You needed it more than I did,he says lightly.Bez rarelyshows care for my well-being. If he does, it’s to get something else in exchange. I can’t see the reason why now.Enjoy five more minutes of cuddling. Then it’s my turn.
Lori’s hand lands on my cheek, his nails scratching the short stubble. I find this peaceful afterglow weirdly comforting. I never liked this kind of intimacy before. I abhorred it. But like everything else with Lori, it simply is.
The urge to have him close, to keep an eye on him, the jealous thoughts, the possessiveness, the need to take care of him. It is an obsession—he has been one from the start. He slowly sucked me into his crazy universe, and my current spot feels right.
I can feel his warm, rhythmic breath on my neck. The weight of his body against mine. My hand on his ass cheek is molding the soft skin rhythmically. I want inside him. My dick seems to agree, plumping once again.
Too bad, Bez says just before taking over.
That was less than five minutes,Gabe argues, but it’s too late. I’m here now.
“Wake up, Little Wasp. It’s time to get fucked.” My middle finger slides into the crack between his ass cheeks, brushing against his pucker. Lori lets out a low moan and automatically raises his knee higher on my waist, giving my finger more access.
I like when he’s this obliging but even more when he fights me.
My other hand moves toward my stiff cock—my recovery time has always been fucking fast—I envelop it in a fist and start with slow pumps, focusing on the sensation of his fleshy rump under my fingers.
Lori’s mouth is attacking my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my arms and pre-cum out of my slit. I collect it with my fingers and pass it to my other hand, slicking my middle finger with it.
When I move back to his backside, Lori whimpers as the tip of my digit slides easily inside his already wet hole. Did he prep himself before coming to my bedroom? The thought turns me on more than it should.
“Spread those cheeks more,” I grunt, upping the tempo of the pumps on my dick. It’s hurting with want.
He makes that low erotic noise again and opens his legs wider. As I push all the way in, he throws his head back and gasps, his wet heat clenching around my finger in a way that, if it was my cock, I’d have come like a fire hydrant, too quickly.
“Do you like to feel my cum inside your ass?” I ask him, starting to finger fuck him with shallow thrusts.
“Mm, more.”
I want to do that so fucking much, but my Little Wasp is still too tight, I need lube.
First drawer in the left nightstand, Gabe reminds me.
After a few seconds, I’m holding the little bottle. With my thumb, I flip the lid and pour a generous amount on Lori’s crack. I go back to prepping him, inserting two fingers. He begins riding my hand so well, I add two more fingers. He hisses, but doesn’t stop moaning or fucking himself. His dick is hard as he rides my thigh at the same time.
“Fill me please,” he begs between sucking kisses to my throat.
When my fingers slip free of him, he gasps, and again when I push him belly down on the mattress and raise his ass up. The suit jacket has fallen down under his arms, giving me a vision of the submissive position.
