Page 19 of Show Me How to Heal
Drops of precum rolled down his shaft, and before I could overthink it, I gathered it with my finger and tasted it.
Fuck.
I’d tried sucking cock once, and it’d been… okayish. I’d tasted the guy then, but that was nothing compared to the flavor bursting on my tongue. My cock twitched as I tasted salt and a hint of bitterness mixed with something sweet. It was not particularly tasty, but the fact that this was Zayne’s precum was dirty andfucking hot.
Zayne gasped when I rubbed over his slit, waiting for the next drops to pool in the little dip. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted him inside of me, wanted to be inside of him. I didn’t care as long as something happened. Shifting his hips, Zayne started rubbing his ass against my cock, my hard length sliding between his soft cheeks, teasing his hole. Fuck, his ring of muscles was incredibly hot and tight.
“Top or bottom?” Zayne asked throatily.
I laughed. “Currently I’m on the bottom,” I said cheekily.
Zayne shoved my shoulder, shaking his head. “Ass.”
“You’re right; I want your ass.”
“So, you want to be the top?”
I shrugged.
I didn’t care. I’d played around with dildos and liked it. I’d used fleshlights and liked it. Not having any first-hand experience of the real deal meant I had to go by what I knew — and that was: As long as it felt good, I was in.
“You’re making this way too hard on me.” Zayne sighed but never stopped the gyrating of his hips. He pulled small gasps from me, the sensation being too much: his ass rubbing over my cock, him bouncing on my lap…
I grabbed his hips and pulled him down on my cock, increasing the friction.
“This!” I gasped while I experimentally thrusted upwards. Yeah. Core muscles were working, my knee was safe. “I want to do more of this!”
Zayne grinned. A strand of hair had come loose from the braid, falling into his face and clinging on his already glistening forehead.
“’kay,” Zayne moaned. His dick twitched, more precum pooling at the slit. Just as I went to grab his cock, Zayne moved, reaching for the bottle of lube and spreading some on his fingers before shifting his weight forward and reaching behind him.
Fuck.
I could feel it. Could feel his fingers searching for his hole, massaging it, spreading the lube before one finger slid inside of him.
It was so fucking sexy.
I grabbed him by the neck and dragged him forward, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before letting my tongue dip inside of him, picking up the rhythm of his finger and thrusting inside at the same pace.
Zayne moaned, his finger picking up speed.
I shifted my other hand from his hip to his cock, stroking him leisurely, swallowing all the little mewls and moans.
He added a second finger not a minute later, panting against my lips while I smeared his precum across his cockhead. The missing foreskin was a little weird, but it was hard thinking about it when I was holding someone else’s cock in my hand. For the first time in my life.
It was so much different than stroking my own cock, yet the same. The silky skin over stone hard flesh was the same, but otherwise… it was something else completely. Zayne’s skin was hotter, his cock girthier than mine with more veins running along his shaft. However, the biggest difference was that I didn’t feel the sensation of my movements, Zayne did.
And by the sound of it, he thoroughly enjoyed it.
“Slow. Down,” he gritted out, his breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t wanna come yet.”
Did he mean he was close already?
Pride swelled in my chest as I eased my movements before letting go of his cock completely — just to be safe. Instead, I focused on our kiss again and massaged his neck, dragging even more beautiful sounds from deep within his chest.
“I’m ready,” he said. “So ready.”
I grabbed a condom, prepared to put it on, but Zayne was already at it, lifting himself from where he’d trapped my cock beneath him, grabbing my straining erection, and putting on the condom he must’ve grabbed when I hadn’t been paying attention. The motion was fluid, well trained. It was obvious this wasn’t his first time. Then again, I doubted there were many thirty-year-old virgins running around.
