Page 23 of Roguefinder

“Spread,” I gritted out, clinging to my control with clenched teeth. It was either that or flip him over and fuck him through the bed. I shifted back, giving him room.

Gasping, he pulled his knees to his shoulders. My cum rimmed his hole in an invitation I couldn’t ignore. I slid down his body, releasing his wrists so I could push his legs higher. His breathing went ragged, and his eyes narrowed to slits as I kissed my way down his dick to his balls.

With the first lash of my tongue over his entrance, his eyes slid shut and his head went back.

“Oh my fucking god.” He gripped his knees like he needed to hang onto something. “You are so good at eating my ass. Holy fuck.”

Humming in agreement, I licked into him, tasting both of us. The salt of my cum and Caleb’s clean sweat. A hint of cedar and something sweet that was his alone. I sucked at his opening, then dragged my tongue around the quivering, pleated skin. He arched off the bed, his dick thick and heavy on his stomach. The veins in his neck stood out. More pillows fell to the floor as he thrust a hand into my hair and tugged hard.

“Jesse—” His voice cracked. “Jesse, come on.”

I lifted my head just enough to breathe against his wet skin. “What do you want?”

He squirmed against my lips. “I want your cock. Fuck.”

“Not yet.” I spread him wide with my thumbs and studied what I’d done to him. Wet and open. Still trembling from my mouth. “Squeeze it for me.”

His broken whimper went straight to my dick. He obeyed, his hole clenching tight around nothing.

Leaning in, I spit directly on his entrance, then watched the saliva slide down his crease. “God, that’s pretty.” I stroked my thumbs around his rim. “Again. Squeeze it for me, baby.”

“Fuck,” he panted, but he did it, clamping and releasing his hole.

I looked up and met his eyes. “All that college made you smart. You know how to follow instructions.”

He looked like he couldn’t decide whether to punch me or beg me. “Please tell me the final exam is today.”

It took an effort not to smile, but I managed it. “You want to pass?”

“I’ll do extra credit. I’ll do anything if you’ll just⁠—”

I drove my tongue inside him.

His hoarse cry splintered into a moan. He jerked his hips up, shamelessly meeting my thrusts. I pushed my tongue deeper, fucking it in and out of him until his thighs were shaking against my shoulders and his moans turned my name into a prayer, the syllables hushed and holy.

“Jesse…”

“Jesse…”

“Jesse…”

Blood pumped to my groin, my dick so hard it was almost numb. But I wasn’t done with him yet.

Pulling back, I pushed two fingers inside him. Three. I worked them deeper, watching them disappear inside his body.

He stared up at me with glassy eyes, his chest heaving between his spread thighs. His skin was flushed from his throat to his taut stomach, where sweat pooled in the ridges between abs. His cock was just as red and needy, precum leaking from his slit. And his body stretched wide around my fingers, glistening and so damn greedy for it, pulling me deeper every time I tried to withdraw.

“Little slut,” I rasped, stroking his gland. Pushing a fourth finger inside him, I leaned over until my lips brushed his. “One day, I’m going to give you my fist. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you? Greedy boy.” His mouth went slack, and his walls fluttered. I smiled as I pressed a little deeper. “That’s the answer I was looking for. You’ll cry and beg for it, and I’ll fill you up. Won’t I, puppy?”

He trembled under me. The smoky scent of his desire was thick enough to trip the fire alarm.

“I want words,” I growled.

“Yes, sir.” He came off the pillow and attacked my mouth, his kiss ravenous and demanding. “Fuck me,” he groaned, biting at my lips. “Please. You have to fuck me.”

I drew back, twisting my fingers inside him and pushing hard on his prostate. “Say it again. Tell me exactly what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Your dick,” he said between clenched teeth. He bucked against my fingers, his dick bouncing against his abs.