Dirty Bad Secrets(81)

It took him a moment. A long moment. When he moved I could’ve kissed him, just for the simple gesture.

“I’m guessing those are for my arse?”

I nodded. “Please lie down.”

He sighed, but did what he had to. I adjusted the pillows under him until his ass was raised for me. His legs were bent at the knee, his feet pressed to the bed, tense. I ran my hands up over his thighs.

“Relax,” I said, and eased them open, eased them until they were spread wide for me. I knelt between them, admiring the impressive swell of his cock. He was wet and twitchy and fucking gorgeous. I put my hand around him, but kept it still, clenching and unclenching in slow torment. It was enough that he closed his eyes. “Don’t come,” I whispered.

“I’ll try my fucking best.”

Gently I touched my tongue to the tip of him. He reached for the headboard and gripped tight, and the muscles in his stomach rippled. He was absolutely fucking magnificent. “You are perfect like this,” I hissed. “So perfect.”

“Nothing crazy,” he growled. “I mean it, Faye, no stupid theatrics. No recklessness. I’m not a silly little toy for your amusement.”

I groaned and pressed his cock flat to his stomach, moving my mouth to his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, gently, one after the other, teasing him until he relaxed. “No theatrics.” I smiled. “Just good wholesome fun.”

“Keep it that way.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a bit of chocolate with your vanilla.” I raised my head until he could see the lust in my eyes. “I want chocolate, Andy. I’m really fucking hungry for it and I want it from you.” I breathed on his cock, on his balls, just the slightest nuzzle as my face moved lower. “I know you’ve got just the thing I need.”

I spread his ass cheeks, and my pussy fluttered at the sight. His perfect, tight hole, clenched shut and wary of me.

“Nothing crazy,” he snapped. “I mean it, Faye.”

I didn’t answer, just swept my tongue flat over him, over and over until the crack of his ass was glistening with my spit and he tasted so beautiful. “Beautiful,” I hissed. “Oh God, you taste so fucking beautiful.”

He moaned as I pressed my tongue against him, squirming for entry. I reached up to lay my hand on his cock, and he was still so fucking hard. “Relax,” I soothed. “Let me in. Let me do this…”

Ever so slightly he relaxed, and I seized the moment. I took hold of his thighs and guided them up to his chest and he opened up for me. He didn’t fight me, and my heart soared. “Hold them up,” I said. “Keep them there.”

He held his knees to his chest, and he was gorgeous like that. I spread them as wide as they’d go, and he didn’t fight that either. Oh fuck, his perfect asshole was mine. All fucking mine.

“My fucking God,” I breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

My mouth was hungry and my tongue was desperate, wriggling and poking and sucking at him. He began to twitch, his breath ragged, and he liked it, I knew he liked it. Even if he didn’t want to, even if he couldn’t admit it. Slowly, but surely, I gained ground, my tongue easing past the tight little gateway to his sweet insides. I clenched my thighs, horny as sin, and my clit was pulsing, alive with crazy fucking lust for the man spread open for me. I wanted it all, I wanted him spread wide enough that I could fit my whole fucking fist in him, I wanted to see him gaping and raw and exposed. I wanted to fuck him so hard he’d cry out for me, and he’d take it all, everything, all for me.

“Your filthy mouth feels so much better than it should,” he groaned.

I slipped a finger in my mouth and slicked it up. “Steady she goes,” I said, and pushed it in, slowly, so slowly. His asshole took me easily, and I was in. I felt him clench around me, and he was hot and tight and gorgeous. I loved watching him tighten, I loved the way that puckered little mouth sucked at me.

“Yes…” I hissed. “That’s it… that’s what I want…”

I fucked him slowly, with just one finger, eyes hungry for the way he gripped me, the feeling of him around me. I wriggled my tongue around the point of entry, rising up to suck at his balls, and back down again, and his legs calmed. He didn’t fight me. Not at all.

He felt the second finger before I pushed it inside. “Wait,” he growled. “There’s lube in the cabinet. Top drawer.”

“Good boy,” I giggled, then checked myself. I rooted through the drawer before he could change his mind, finding the lube along with a pile of condoms and some incredibly feminine looking night cream. No wonder his skin was so soft. I stored that info for a later date, when I could take the piss without spoiling the mood.