I grabbed his face and kissed him so hard, ploughing his mouth with my tongue that he whimpered. He fucking whimpered. “On the bed, face down,” I said.
He moved quickly, first kneeling on the bed, then spreading his thighs, he lay down, keeping his arse up. Fuck. He was putting on a show for me. Intentional or not, he was driving me crazy. I wanted so badly to fuck him. I wanted to kneel behind him and bury myself inside him and stay there forever. But I also had to keep true to his wishes of preferring to wait. I was happy to oblige with other acts, but penetrative sex was off-limits for now. Until we discussed it without lust and libido being the driving deciding factor.
I knelt behind him and my rock-hard cock throbbed with need. I think my dick thought it was about to get laid. Man, I want to…
Instead, I planted kisses up the backs of his thighs. He writhed, and his splayed his hands out on the bed. “Spencer,” he whispered.
His arse was perfect. Pale, toned, rounded, and glorious. He had a blond fuzz lightly dusted over his cheeks, and I licked up one side and gently bit the other. He responded by raising his hips. “Oh God,” he mumbled.
I spread his cheeks and softly licked the sensitive skin around his hole, making him bite back a groan. “Can you just…” he started. “Please Spencer, just fuck me.”
So I fucked him with my tongue. His reaction was immediate: he squirmed, and half-groaned, half-laughed, and fisted the bedcovers in his hands. “Oh my God.”
I pulled my mouth away. “You like it?”
He groaned again. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
I smiled as I swiped my tongue over his hole. I didn’t need him to tell me he liked it; his body’s reaction told me all I needed to know. I pushed my tongue into him again, and he moaned as his hips rose to meet me. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough. He was so turned on, so damn horny. I couldn’t wait until I had my cock in him. He was so responsive, so vocal. I could only imagine the sounds he’d make when he was pounded into the mattress, or better yet, if he did that to me.
He writhed under my hands, under my tongue, and was making the most glorious sounds. He shoved his hand under his hip, no doubt so he could grip his own dick and the thought of him jerking himself off almost did me in. I pulled away and tapped his hip. “Roll over for me,” I urged him.
He grumbled about me stopping, but he rolled over and swung his leg up and over so I was again in between his legs. His cock was hard and spilling precum, and he wasted no time in gripping himself.
I slid my briefs down and pulled out my aching cock, humming with relief at the touch. I leaned over him, my thighs between his, and with one hand above his shoulder holding me up, I took both our cocks in my other hand.
Andrew gasped, and his eyes went wide as he fucked my fist. He grabbed my face, but before he kissed me, I pulled my face back and my hand that was rubbing us together slowed. “I’ve had my mouth on your arse,” I said, wanting to remind him that he might not like to kiss that.
His nostrils flared, and he pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply. So fucking deeply. I almost forgot to keep pumping our dicks until he bucked his hips up, and he groaned into my mouth as he came.
Feeling him surge and swell in my hand, against my own cock, sent me over the edge, and my orgasm uncurled through me. When the room had stopped spinning and I finally opened my eyes, Andrew was staring at me. “God, Spencer…”
I collapsed on top of him and laughed into his neck. “You’re welcome.”
His chest vibrated under me as he chuckled. “Why are you still completely dressed and I’m very naked?”
“I meant to get undressed,” I said, pulling back so I could see his face. I rested my head on my hand and sighed. “But you were too fucking gorgeous.”
He burst out laughing and blushed right down his neck. “That was intense, that’s for sure.”
“Not that I really need to ask because I know the answer already, but how was your first rimming experience?”
He laughed some more and put his hand over his eyes, embarrassed. I peeled his hand away so he’d look at me. “Don’t be embarrassed, Andrew. You have no idea how much you turned me on.”
His lip pulled down. “Oh.”
He seriously had no clue how fucking sexy he was. “I mean it. I could literally eat you with a spoon.”
“Well, that would probably hurt.”
I snorted out a laugh. “We better get cleaned up.”