Page 37 of The Texas Sterling Collection
I swallowed, my Adam’s apple bobbing under Wyl’s touch. I shivered as his fingers grazed the skin of each shoulder, sending electric zings across my chest. My nipples pebbled and hardened. Wyl leaned in to suckle each one, nibbling before running the flat of his tongue over the surface. I raised my hips as the sensations attacked my groin, my eyes half-closed in unbridled ecstasy. Wyl’s fingertips stroked my stomach, navel, and happy trail down to my cock. His strong fingers fisted around my stiff shaft.
“For an old guy, you have a beautiful cock,” Wyl teased.
“Shut up and suck,” I groaned. Wyl’s warm tongue laved my balls and trailed my length to the head. A gentle kiss teased the head before a warm mouth surrounded my throbbing penis.
Wyl pulled off with a pop and gazed up at my face. “Tell me if I do anything wrong.”
“You’re doing everything right and driving me wild, babe. The sensations are incredible.”
Wyl focused on my tight sack, scraping his fingernails over the puckered skin. The skin drew tighter at his caress. My firm man-tool pulsed, the slit drooling clear, slick nectar into my navel.
I rolled and pushed Wyl onto his back. I swiped a finger through the pool of pre-cum in my navel and fingered Wyl between his cheeks. Wyl spread his legs far apart to give me access to his pleasure centers. I wiped pre-cum on Wyl’s hole and rubbed circles with my fingertip.
Wyl gasped and quivered. “God. I never realized my back door was so sensitive.” He moaned when I stopped to wet my finger with additional slick pre-cum from Wyl’s hardened arousal. I rubbed one circle around the pucker before sliding my fingertip inside. Wyl tensed.
“Relax, Wyl. Let the pleasure wash over you. I’m about to send you to the moon.”
Wyl relaxed, and I pushed in and rotated my finger, nudging Wyl’s prostate.
Wyl gasped. “Oh my god, Roddy…what the fuck. Every time you graze that spot, electricity soars through me.”
I slid my finger out.
“Hey,” Wyl moaned. "Find the heaven spot again.”
“No lube or condoms, babe.”
“Bedside drawer. K-Y and condoms.” Wyl wrapped his fist around his stiff cock and stroked slowly, using a slight twist.
“Wyl Sterling…you devil you.” I reached for the lube and condoms, tossing both onto the bed. The lube container snicked as I flipped the top. With lube squeezed onto two fingers, I asked, “Are you ready for your heaven spot to be teased again?”
“Boy howdy,” Wyl pumped his cock.
I pushed in one finger, followed by another. The invasion caused Wyl to clench.
Keeping my fingers inside, I moved up and took Wyl’s earlobe between my teeth, nibbling and licking. “Relax, babe.” I breathed in Wyl’s ear. “Giving you pleasure and watching you enjoy this turns me on.”
Tension drained from Wyl’s body. I twisted my fingers while pushing in to nudge Wyl’s gland.
He gasped. “Rod…I need you inside of me now. I need us to be one.”
I shot a questioning gaze at Wyl. “Have you done this before?”
“Internet porn.” Hungry eyes invited me.
“Ah.” I slammed his mouth over Wyl’s, tongue-dancing as my fingers continued to nudge his sensitive gland.
Wyl tore away from the kiss. “Fuck me now!”
“Condom.” I tore open the package with my teeth, fingers still massaging Wyl’s hole. I held out the condom to Wyl. “Put this on me.” I raised up and offered my hard penis to him.
Wyl tried to control his shaking hands as he rolled on the condom, toying with my hard cock.
“Oh, God, your fingers are magic,” I gasped. “I’m on the verge now.”
“Not yet,” Wyl growled.
I pulled my fingers out, added lube to my sheathed cock, shoved Wyl’s knees to his chest, nudged, and pushed in the head.
