What if I suck at this?
I mean…that’s exactly the point, but…whatever.
With a grunt of frustration at myself, I kneel, eager to know him so intimately. He gasps when my palms caress his inner thighs that are less hairy than mine but still masculine. I gently push them farther apart, exposing him more to me. We both make similar sounds of anticipation when I run my nose along the crease of his leg and groin.
Manly but sweet.
I am starved to taste him.
Fucking ravenous.
With a soft exhale, I flick out my tongue, teasing the prickly hairs on his flesh. His dick jolts at my touch, already leaking with pre-cum. As much as I want to swallow his cock down and run my tongue over the piercing, I enjoy taunting him a bit.
“Touch me,” he begs, his voice raspy and high-pitched. “Please.”
“Here?” I ask, running my tongue over one of his balls. “Or here?” His dick jumps when I tease the base with the tip of my tongue. “Hmm?”
“Fuck. Everywhere.”
I smile as I take his thick erection in my hand. His scent is intoxicating. I can’t seem to get enough of it. Never have I been so obsessed with the way another person smells, but with Alis, it’s all I can think about. I’m nearly consumed by it. But as soon as I wrap my lips around him and get a sample of the saltiness leaking from his tip, I realize I’ll grow addicted to tasting him as well. I toy with the piercing with my tongue, loving the needy whines that escape him. As I take him deep into my mouth, the metal piercing scrapes along the top of my throat.
Alis makes a sound that’s somewhat of a war cry and a whimper. I draw my lips back up his shaft so I can tease at the piercing and his slit, hoping to draw more of his pre-cum out of him. He groans when I suck on just the tip hard enough my cheeks hollow out. For a moment, I wonder if it’s possible for me to accidentally suck off the piercing. Glancing up, I admire how his head is thrown back in pure ecstasy, clearly not worried at all about anything, especially not a piercing mishap. His Adam’s apple bulges and his chest heaves with each starved breath of air he takes.
God, I could eat him alive.
I don’t know what it is about Alister Sommers that has me going insane, but it’s true.
I’m fucking obsessed with him.
I pull off his dick, enjoying the needy whine he makes, and explore his balls. Sucking one of them into my mouth, I wonder if this feels good for him. Based on his hoarse moans, I’d assume so. It’s empowering to watch him lose all control.
Because of me.
My mouth.
My lips and tongue and breath and teeth.
His breathing comes out sharp and ragged when I test the limits of my teeth around his balls. I latch onto his eyes, enamored by how he captures me in his gaze. I may literally have this man by the balls, with my teeth no less, but he owns me with his stare.
I pop off his tender balls to continue my exploration south to the puckered, dark pink flesh that intrigues me to no end. I’d teased him about wanting to fuck him, but all jokes aside, I crave it more than my next breath. The thought of slicking up my aching cock and pushing past the tight ring of muscle almost has me coming in my pants.
“Canyon,” Alis whispers. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” I interrupt before pressing my lips to his asshole. “You need me in all the ways. Just like I need you.”
The words are too honest, but I don’t reel them back.
Instead, I slide my tongue out and test out the forbidden hole I am desperate to own one day. He yelps at the sensation, tightening the bud, which only makes me want inside it more.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, hoping it sounds reassuring. “Let me make you feel good.”
I press into his body, testing the resistance. I’ve seen this particular act in porn enough to know that both parties seem to enjoy it. Feeling his tightness clenching around my slick tongue and the keening sounds rattling from him, I realize I do enjoy this. A lot. Having Alis come unglued by just my tongue inside his ass makes me feel like a king of the damn world.
Once his hole is nice and wet, I pull my tongue out, suck on my finger, and then slowly push it into him. For someone who’s got experience getting fucked, he sure is tight. My mouth finds his dick again as I ease my finger in and out, searching for the elusive pleasure button. I know the second I find it because he cries out, the only warning I get before cum barrels into my mouth. I’m caught by surprise as I struggle to swallow it down. Most runs out of my mouth, making a mess of his lower stomach.