Page 45 of All in December
He leans over, still on top of me, and I wait as the drawer is pulled open.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re dirty, aren’t you?” he says as he looks at me with a smirk, eyes dark with heat. He reachesinto the drawer and pulls out my large silicone dildo with balls molded to the base. “Do you like to fuck yourself on this, Cay?”
I wasn’t sure what I expected from him finding that, but it wasn’t this level of desire.
“Yes,” I admit.
He pulls out the bottle of lube next, setting it on the table.
“That’s fucking hot. If I get you all warmed up with my fingers, will you show me how you like to be fucked?”
The way I could come from those filthy words leaving his lips.Holy hell.
Nodding is the only form of communication I think I’m capable of in this moment as he leans forward and grabs my bottom lip between his teeth, biting it. I hiss, but love the sharp, fleeting pain of him claiming me and taking what he wants.
“You want me to tell you what to do?”
I nod again.
He climbs off my lap to strip out of his clothes until he’s naked in front of me. His long, thick, perfect erection is straining toward me. I haven’t even had him inside me yet—in the hole I really want filled—and he’s already a million times better than my dildo, I just know it.
“Touch yourself, let me see how you stroke your dick when I’m not here and you’re thinking of me.”
Whimpering at the tone in his voice, I wrap my dry hand around my cock and stroke. Rubbing the head first in a semi-circle, rotating my wrist before moving my fist down my shaft.
“Stop.”
My hand immediately freezes, and I look at him, waiting for his next command.
“Fuck, that’s a good boy.”
His praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me that I’ve never experienced. “Ohhh, holy fucking fuck,” I pant, and my dick twitches in my hand.
He smirks at the sight.
“I am really enjoying getting to know you, Caleb.” He grins, and I have to take a deep breath to slow my pounding heart. “Now you want me to work you open with my fingers? My tongue?”
“God, yes, please,” I say, nervous but so excited. “I just showered before you came over,” I blurt out in case he was worried but didn’t want to bring it up.
“I can smell the soap on your skin still,” he coos as he leans down to inhale where my pubes are. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. No one has ever done that before, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he moves to the side of my dick, mouthing at my sensitive skin until he reaches my balls. He sucks the left one into his mouth before moving to the right one. I groan at how good it feels to have his mouth there. His tongue drops lower, and he licks a stripe up from my taint. No one has ever touched me there before, but it feels magical.
“More, please,” I grit out.
He wastes no time moving his tongue over the same sensitive skin, licking and kissing until I’m writhing, wanting his mouth to move up to my swollen cock or down to my needy hole—and he does. He dips lower and lower, and I instinctively pull my legs back against my chest to give him full access. The desire to have him there is far outweighing the slight embarrassment I feel being in this position, and the “fuck” that falls from his mouth in adoration confirms how badly he also wants this. Wants me.
He’s lying in front of me now, and his hot tongue licks a single stripe over my hole.
I moan like the slut I am for him, and he goes right back to it, lapping at my hole. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I pull my legs back as far as they’ll go because I’m desperate for more.
“Oh fuck, more. Please, more, more, more,” I ramble.
This is everything, the exact thing I’ve fantasized about more times than I can count. But somehow so much better than I imagined. He starts eating me like I’m his last meal, shoving his wet, hot tongue into my hole, and I gasp at the sensation of being filled there. The only thing I’ve ever had inside me before is my fingers and my dildo, and his tongue is putting those to shame.
“That’s my good, needy boy. Fuck, I love this.”
I whimper as he reaches for the lube, not wanting him to stop but excited for what’s coming next.
“Let me get your tight hole nice and wet with my fingers, then you can show me how good you fuck yourself on your toy,” he growls as he pushes his first finger in me, and all the worry and concern floats away. Completely uncaring that I’m acting desperate, I start riding his finger, eager for any piece of him he’ll give me.
