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“Relax, sweetheart.” I speared him with the tip of my tongue before gently sucking on his hole. Saliva was dribbling down his balls. “Let me in.”
Ciaran’s body trembled but I felt the second he relaxed. “Better?” he asked.
I speared him again and my tongue was able to breach his tight muscle.
Ciaran moaned into the mattress as he relaxed and melted into my touch.
“Oh yeah, baby,” I groaned. “That’s good. So good.”
I lapped, kissed, and sucked on his hole without any sense of hurry, even as Ciaran kept pressing himself into me. Suffocation might be a real concern. I almost had the thought of lying down and letting him sit on my face. Next time.
I took it as a personal victory when my tongue slid fully into the heart of him. I was getting high on his unique taste and scent, his essence seeping into my soul. My dick was so hard I worried I’d come just from tongue-fucking Ciaran.
I wriggled my tongue inside his hole, which turned Ciaran into a fucking puddle of moans, grunts, and gurgles as he begged for my fingers.
“Matty—” he implored.
The noises coming from his lips ramped up my lust for him. His cock was leaking a fuck ton of pre-cum. I had the urge to dip under and take him in my mouth, just to give him a little relief, but I suspected he was on the cusp of climax.
I wanted to be inside him when he came. I wanted him to scream my name because I sure as hell was going to shout his.
“Please,” Ciaran implored again, his voice a hoarse whisper. He was rocking back into my tongue like it might magically grow a few inches in length based on his desire alone. “Finger me. You promised,” he cried, his tone teasing but also accusatory, “that when I was soft and relaxed you’d finger fuck me.”
“You have a point, babe. I did promise. Gimme a sec to get the lube.” I leaned over to the nightstand to retrieve the lube bottle and a strip of condoms. “It doesn’t have to lead to sex,” I said when his eyes found mine. “Best to have them nearby if we decide to go through with it, but you can say no at any time.”
“I know, but I don’t think I’ll say no, Matty. Open me with your fingers, please.”
His begging sent shocks of pleasure through me. Ciaran was on his way to becoming a power bottom. “I’ll be gentle.”
I coated my fingers and Ciaran’s hole with lube before pressing a finger in his tight heat.
“Fuck,” we both said at the same time.
Almost instantly, Ciaran thrust back onto my finger and started fucking himself.
His moans turned my insides molten. I could get off just by watching him take my finger.
“Your hole sucked up my finger, babe. God, you are so hot taking me like that. I think you’re ready for two. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” Ciaran hissed. He was up on all fours now, his head thrown back, panting. A sheen of sweat coated his back. I wanted to glide my tongue up his spine to taste that sweat.
Instead, I kissed his lower back as I introduced a second finger.
“How’s that?” I asked. “Feeling okay?”
“Stings a little,” Ciaran admitted, “but it’s already receding.”
Ciaran moved slower as he adjusted to the slight sting as I scissored my fingers inside his tight channel. He’d need to get comfortable with three fingers before I’d fuck him.
I wanted to find that magic little button and rock his world. I crooked my fingers ever so slightly and connected with his prostate.
Ciaran’s loud, guttural groan could have woken the dead. He arched his back and I saw the renewed stream of pre-cum dribble onto the sheets.
Everything about him was sexy.
He started fucking my fingers with gusto.
“Christ that feels unreal,” Ciaran cried out. “Every time you hit my prostate I see stars and fear I’m gonna pass out from too much pleasure.” He slowed his actions to turn his head. “Can someone overdose from too much pleasure?”
