Sex with Hutch was unlike any I’d ever had before. Having problems performing while in my marriage had made me slightly insecure about intimacy, but with men, I hadn’t had that problem. I’d gone all out, experimenting, trying everything, and learning what I liked. It’d been like my world exploded, but it was all physical, nothing emotional, not the bone-deep feeling I got combining pleasure with love.
“You gonna blow me? You said you’d make it worth it.” Hutch shoved a hand between us, stroked me. “I had to tell you, so you have to ask me if you can suck my cock.”
I buried my face in his neck, nibbling on the tender skin there. “Can I suck your cock?” I liked this game with him, the transferring of power back and forth.
“Yes.” He cocked his head, as if surprised I’d done what he said without more prodding. Didn’t Hutch realize there was nothing I’d deny him?
But this was also me, so I added, “It’s my dick, though.” I kissed his pecs. “My chest.” His abs. “My stomach.” I settled between his legs and held his erection. “My dick, and in just a few minutes, I’ll taste my hole too.”
I felt the tremor run the length of his body, the motion vibrating into me. “Jesus, that was so hot. Get your mouth on me.”
“My pleasure.” I took him to the root, the same way he’d done with me. Hutch fucked into my mouth, and I let him use me before I took control again, stroking and sucking at the pace I set—fast, then slow, deep, then focusing on his crown, before I made my way down to his full balls. I lapped at them but didn’t stop there, traveling down to his taint. Hutch spread his legs wider.
“Pull them back for me. Let me see that pretty hole.” Hutch fisted his hand in my hair before doing as I said. “That was easy. I didn’t even have to ask twice.”
He chuckled. “That’s because I want your tongue in my ass.”
“Someone likes to be eaten out? We’ll have to see what we can do about it. Every time you’re nice to me, I’ll lick you right…here.” I rubbed a finger over his rim. I loved that he didn’t shave there, that there was a light dusting of hair in his crack. It turned me on.
I lapped at him, circled his rim that tasted like soap and Hutch, then traced as much of his crease as I could from the position we were in. I was starving for him, wanted to savor and devour him, so I pushed up onto my knees and shoved Hutch until he was on his stomach.
“Christ, I could spend the whole night here, with my face between your cheeks. Mmm, you think I can live off nothing but your ass?” I teased, spreading him open.
“We can try and see how it goes. That and my cum.”
Another chuckle from both of us slipped past our lips before I did what I’d said, burying myself there, licking and sucking and probing at him. He softened up, fucked the mattress while I pushed my tongue as deep into him as I could get it.
He squeezed around me, groaning and pushing back while I tongue-fucked him, made love to him with my mouth. I nibbled his cheeks, his thighs, tasting him everywhere I could. I wanted to know the flavor of every spot on him.
“Ry…I need you. Jesus, I need you. Fuck me.”
I looked up to see his hands fisted in the pillow, the sculpted muscles of his back constricting and moving. “I need you too,” I admitted. I shoved onto my knees, reached over to grab the lube from the nightstand. Just to be safe, we’d both been tested again since the first time we were together, and we’d come back negative a second time. We trusted each other, weren’t with anyone else, so every time we were together, we went raw.
“Lie on your back. I want to look into your eyes when I sink inside you, want you looking into mine when I’m buried in my hole.”
He did. “You’re feeling awfully possessive.”
“I’m not letting you go, Hutch. I’ve never had this, something so true, and now that I do, there’s no walking away for me.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my head, tugged me down into a claiming kiss before he said, “There’s no walking away for me either.”
I lubed up my cock, then pressed two slick fingers into his hole, making sure he was ready. When I could tell he was, I pushed his legs back with my arms, looking down as I poked at his rim with my dick. Hutch’s body stretched for me, opened up as I slowly let my prick disappear inside all that tight heat. When I couldn’t go any farther, we both stopped, looked at each other, and breathed.