Page 14 of The Silent Mountain Man

"Oh god oh god oh god."

I bring two fingers to his pucker, then spread them. Lowering my head again, I pulse my tongue in and out of his small gape, pushing in as far as I can.

I lose track of time after that, but when I'm finally done making out with Eddie's ass, the insides of his cheeks are red from beard rash. I lower him carefully onto the rug.

He crooks a finger. "Come 'ere."

I work my way up his body, tracing a path with my tongue, finally arriving at his beautiful face. His forehead is sheened with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes alive and sparkling.

"I don't know if they give out Nobel Peace Prizes for eating ass, but they should. Because what you just did to me could end all wars and bring about world peace."

I chuckle. "Don't know about that."

Our eyes meet. Eddie runs his hands into my beard. "That was incredible."

I stare into those dazzling blue orbs, searching for…I don't know what. Confirmation that somehow, against all the odds, he's my Eddie.

I'm being fucking ridiculous. This has to stop.

I clear my throat. "I'm glad you enjoyed the appetizer. You ready for the main course, sir?"

His nails scratch under my beard. "So fucking ready."

"Stay right where you are. Don't move a muscle," I instruct as I get up. "I'll be right back. Gettin' supplies."

I dash into my bedroom and grab the lube and condoms from my bedside drawer. Eddie is where I left him, except he's flipped over and is now on his hands and knees.

Fuck, he's sexy.

He looks over his shoulder and winks. "Oops. I moved a muscle."

I smack the lube bottle into my open palm. "Then I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished."

His lips quirk, and then his gaze drops to the bulge tenting my sweatpants. "With something big, I hope. Otherwise I might not learn my lesson properly."

"Wouldn't want that now, would we?" I drop the supplies onto the rug and take off my sweats.

I smirk. "Big enough for ya?"

Eddie's eyes go huge when they land on my massive cock.

He does a series of little nods. "And so veiny," he whispers breathlessly.

"Not that you're a kinky sex freak, or anything," I tease.

"I'm reconsidering my position on that."

Grinning, I lower myself onto the rug, smear some lube into my hand, and gently press my index finger to his entrance. "Gonna warm you up first."

Eddie is still looking at me over his shoulder. "But only a little. I want to feel this tomorrow."

"We'll see."

I slide a finger into him. He's tight,reallytight, and despite what he just said, I'm going to need to make sure he's properly stretched out before I take him. Feeling it tomorrow is one thing, hurting him is another.

Slowly, meticulously, one finger becomes two, which soon becomes three.

"I'm ready," Eddie whines, changing position and lying on his back. He spreads his legs. "I am so fucking ready."

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