Rory moved downward, his mouth traveling over my skin. He lingered at my right nipple, daring to lick it. I rewarded him with a lustful moan, and he sucked it between his lips while giving my left nipple a pinch. It was the first time he’d been even a little rough, and I found I loved it.
He didn’t make me wait long before his mouth reached my cock. I was dying to see and feel those gorgeous lips wrapped around it. His eyes locked with mine, and there was no sensual build-up, no teasing. Instead, he went right for it, taking several inches on the first try.
What he lacked in skill and experience he made up for with sheer enthusiasm. And his lips felt as incredible as I’d always imagined. “Oh fuck, that’s it!” I practically growled. My hand rested on his head, but I didn’t force him. I could tell he was taking as much of my dick as he could. The blowjob was loud and messy, and I decided it was sexy as fuck.
The sight of those lips moving up and down my shaft, and the feel of his tongue on my skin, made me begin trembling. Though the air in the room was cool, a thin layer of sweat broke out on my face as I struggled to hold back. Finally I had to say, “Rory, wait, wait!”
He reluctantly lifted his head. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing’s wrong; it’s absolutely perfect. But I’m close,” I told him.
“That’s okay,” he said in a husky voice. “You made me come.”
Apparently he’d already gotten over his aversion to the taste of semen, for he now seemed ready and willing to have mine filling his mouth. “If I come now,” I said, “I’ll take a little time to get hard again. But I knew you’d bounce right back.” Rory slowly sat up, wearing a satisfied grin, and looking down at his dick, I found I was correct, for he was rock hard again. I sat up as well, and he quickly moved to kiss me. “I want to come while you’re deep inside my ass,” I whispered against his lips.
Rory moaned loudly at my words even as his eyes filled with surprise. Clearly he’d thought that he would be the bottom tonight. Of course I’d considered that, but I also knew my limits. I was almost certain he’d never let a man take his ass before, and while I desperately wanted to be the first, I knew it would require time and patience, and I was in short supply of both at the moment.
I stroked his cheek while giving him a wicked smile. “My ass will be tighter than your wife’s pussy on your wedding night,” I murmured, and my words made him gasp. “But I need you to get me nice and relaxed first,” I went on, “and the best way to do that is with your mouth, specifically your tongue. Are you willing to do that for me, Rory?”
He quickly nodded. “I want to,” he said, sounding breathless.
I raised an eyebrow as my smile widened. Now that I was offering him my ass, he was willing to give me almost anything in return, and I planned to take full advantage of that.
When I slipped two fingers between his lips, he immediately sucked them, and the feel of his warm tongue against my skin made me shiver. His stare was full of heat, and I knew then, even before we’d fucked, that I would have this man again after tonight.
Right now, however, I wanted him a little submissive. “Lie down on your back,” I told him in a low voice, and he obeyed without question. Once I had Rory exactly where I wanted him, I moved to straddle him, gripping the headboard while spreading my legs wide and planting a foot on either side of his shoulders so I was squatting over his face. In this position, I could lower my ass toward his waiting mouth.
He didn’t hesitate to cup my ass in his hands, helping to hold me aloft. I made a guttural sound from deep in my throat when I felt that first tentative lick. “Fuck yes, get in there!” I growled.
Rory began eating my ass in earnest, moaning as his tongue worked its way deeper inside me. All the while, my balls were in his face. I trembled from the stimulation his mouth provided, my features drawn taut with a kind of delirious arousal. “You like that, don’t you?” I demanded. He made an affirmative sound, unwilling to withdraw his tongue from my ass, yet I continued to press him. “Tell me how much.”
“I fucking love it!” he confessed, then returned to the act with renewed vigor.
I grinned, letting my head fall back. Now I knew he was mine.
I dared to stroke my cock but had to stop almost immediately, for I was already too close, right on edge. Finally I moved to kneel at Rory’s side. His wet lips glistened, tempting me, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss them. “That was absolutely fantastic,” I told him with a grin. “I’m more than ready for your cock now.”
He hurried to sit up, unable to hide his excitement. I leaned to retrieve the lube and condom from the table, then handed both to him. “Use plenty of lube in my ass, and on your dick,” I instructed him.
The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room, and I positioned myself so that I was on my hands and knees, my reflection clearly visible in the mirror. I wanted Rory to give me a deep, hard fucking, and I wanted him to be able to see himself doing it.
When Rory worked a finger deep in my ass, I had to suppress a whimper of need. Inserting another finger, he made sure I was well lubricated, then spread some lube over my asshole, getting it nice and slick. Observing him in the mirror, I noticed that his jaw was set in a firm line while he prepared me for fucking, and I was certain he would soon surpass my wildest fantasies about him.
Closing my eyes, I listened with a heightened awareness while he took the condom from its wrapper and put it on. I heard his faint sigh as he lubed up his cock, and when I opened my eyes once more, I saw him kneeling behind me. Our eyes met in the mirror, and now, I realized, I was about to relinquish control.
“Fuck me, Rory,” I ordered.
He took his cock in hand and guided it to my asshole. I expected him to be hesitant at first, maybe even a little uncertain, but he was too far gone for such caution. I drew in a breath through clenched teeth as Rory entered me, his eyes feral. With one fluid thrust, he drove himself in deep, all the way to the hilt.
“Ah, Christ!” I panted, letting my head fall forward. It had been a while since I’d been fucked in the ass, and there was always that initial period of getting used to being stretched wide. Rory was merciful enough to remain completely still for several moments, though I sensed him struggling with the effort to restrain himself.
I felt his palm caressing my back, his fingers traveling along my spine. Lifting my head, I met his stare once more. “Take my ass!” I urged him, my voice strained with my own arousal.
Grabbing hold of my hips, he began thrusting, working up to a rhythm that stole my breath. I could only watch helplessly as his movements became more fervent, his body slapping against mine. “Oh fuck yes!” I managed to groan.
I heard his lustful grunts, saw his lips drawn back from his teeth. I could smell our sweat. He was close, I knew, and I half-expected him to succumb to his building orgasm. Yet he slowed his thrusts, instead pulling me back onto his cock again and again and again. I was completely malleable in his grip, letting him use me in any way he chose.