Page 111 of Under Water

He obeys gorgeously, and I wonder for a minute how I will ever survive if I have to give this up. I shove the thought away as I move to the edge of the bed, then very slowly, very gently, begin to fuck his mouth.

His humming gets a little louder, the vibrations stronger. He suckles as I push toward the back of his tongue, then tightens his lips as I pull back. It’s a painfully slow, wholly erotic moment, and I can’t stop staring at where I’m pushing in and out of his body.

Heat begins to rise up my spine, and when he moves to sink down again, I stop him with a gentle grip on his throat. “Wait.”

His eyes go wide, and he freezes.

“I want to fuck your ass until I come.”

He takes several slow breaths through his nose before nodding, and then he eases back, and my dick slips free with a soft pop. The sound makes my throat go tight with want, the tip of my cock dribbling precome as he climbs to his feet and stares down at me.

“How do you want me?”

“Hands and knees. I’m gonna lick you open, then give you my fingers first. Then the rest of me.”

He nods, the motion almost frantic, and he’s shaking a bit as he gets onto hands and knees. He grabs a pillow and presses his chest to it, which gives me the perfect angle to spread his cheeks and lay a wet, messy, tongue-kiss to his hole.

When I slip inside, he howls into the bed beneath him, and his thighs begin to tremble.

“You gonna come?” I ask.

“Mm’yeah,” he manages to get out.

I slap the globe of his ass—hard enough to sting a bit—and he jumps and moans, fucking his hips against the bed.

“Again,” he moans.

I feel a white-hot surge of want racing up my spine. “You like that?”

“Mm. Fuck. I like it. Need more. Please.”

I smack him again, a bit harder this time, and I see a wet spot growing on the grey sheets. “I thought about this, you know? When you fucked up another keyboard.” I smack him again, and he moans loud and deep. “I thought about taking you upstairs and spreading you out on my lap and spanking the fuck out of your ass before putting my cock inside you and making you beg to come.”

“Holyfuckingshit,” he gasps. His hips are moving faster, so I grab them and force them to still, and he lets out a pitiful whine. “Please, please…”

“Not yet.” I kiss the globe of his ass, which is a delicious pink, and bite down to feel the heat. “Let me fuck you. Then you can come all over yourself.”

He shudders and nods, his hand searching blindly until he gets to the lube and condoms, and he gives them a weak shove toward me.

I can’t help a small laugh as I tear the plastic off the top, and then I coat my fingers and push two inside. I know he can take it. I haven’t seen the toys he’s used, but he was very descriptive when he told me how he’d fuck himself. I stretch them into a wide V, and he sobs beneath me.

“I need to feel you.”

“Okay.” Part of me wants to draw it out, edge him into oblivion, make him work for it and beg for it. But I also want to feel him tight around me, pulling my orgasm from my balls like his body was made to do only that and nothing else.

“On your back.”

For the first time, he hesitates, but before I can ask if he’s uncomfortable, he spins and sets one heel on the bed, pulling his other leg toward his chest.

It gives me the perfect view of him, and fuck, he’s so gorgeous. His blond curls are everywhere, sweat dripping down his temples, his chest flushed, balls heavy, dick hard. His hole twitches every so often, and when I roll the condom onto myself, his cock gives a heavy throb and spills a stream of precome all over his pale, coarse hair.

“Remember to breathe,” I remind him.

He nods, and I push the head of my dick against him, holding him open on just that for a long, long moment. Easton gives me a begging whine, but I make him wait just another moment, savoring him because I know the moment I push inside, I’m on borrowed time.

I won’t be able to last.

“You ready for me?” I ask.