When he moved farther up my body, bringing his erection ever closer to my face, I lifted my head and offered my mouth for the taking. He laughed low and soft, clearly pleased with my eagerness. Then he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the arm of the couch.
With him hovering over me, I couldn’t sit up very far, but I was easily able to wrap my lips around the tip of his dick. My tongue sought out that sweet pre-cum, lapping it up, and he rewarded me with a satisfied groan.
“I’ve already turned you into a cock-hungry whore, haven’t I?” Oliver said, his voice thick with arousal. Part of me wanted to protest, to insist that I wasn’t his whore, but I couldn’t very well do that while I had the head of his cock in my mouth. I responded to his words with my lips and my tongue as I probed his slit. Even then I wanted him to give me more of his dick. At that moment, when I felt myself slowly growing hard yet again, I realized his description of me was more than apt.
Oliver suddenly pulled back, drawing in a shuddering breath. I gave him a questioning look, wondering why he’d withdrawn from me, but he only smiled and said, “All in good time.” Then he kissed me once more, almost teasingly, before he whispered against my lips, “Right now I want to rim you.”
A moan escaped me, and the sound was so full of longing that I would have been embarrassed if I weren’t so desperate to feel Oliver’s tongue between my ass cheeks. Without a moment’s hesitation, I was on my hands and knees, facing away from him. Lowering my head to the arm of the couch, I closed my eyes and waited with my ass elevated, providing easy access to Oliver.
He slid his hands along my thighs, then upward over my hips until he cupped my ass once more. I moved my legs even farther apart, spreading as wide as I could.
“You have such a sexy ass,” I heard Oliver sigh in appreciation.
I thought I was going to be reduced to begging him, but he finally spread my cheeks even farther apart with his palms while kneeling behind me. When I felt that first teasing swirl of his tongue, I gasped, for I’d never imagined it could feel so fucking good. I tried to keep still, to stop myself from pressing my ass firmly against his mouth.
It was then that he grabbed hold of my hips and worked his tongue over my ass with a zeal he didn’t try to contain. “Yes!” I moaned. My cock was leaking pre-cum, and I began stroking it, which heightened my pleasure to a level that bordered on delirium.
I felt Oliver’s tongue probing my ass, seeking entrance, and I made every effort to relax my muscles. “Fuck!” I managed to say in a choked voice. “Christ, that feels incredible!”
My eyes widened when he began fucking me with his warm, wet tongue, working it deeper inside. The sensation was so pleasurable that it made my knees weaken a bit, but Oliver kept a firm grasp on my hips, holding me in place. For a man who liked to be dominant, he could certainly be a giver when it suited him. Did he get off on filling me with such fervent need? Little whimpers emerged from my throat, and suddenly I was begging, “Please… please!”
Oliver withdrew his tongue from me and planted a surprisingly tender kiss on my left buttock. My asshole was wet with his spit, and when he began easing a finger inside me, my sphincter readily yielded to the intrusion.
While he gently fucked me with his finger, I pumped my cock using a rough grip. I wasn’t so quick to reach climax for a second time, and I found I enjoyed the extended anticipation, the arousal which continued to build until it was almost excruciating.
Even now as my cock was achingly hard and Oliver’s finger was buried in my ass, I realized I needed more. “I want…” I began in a faint voice, but the words trailed off into silence.
“Tell me what you want,” Oliver whispered.
This time I didn’t hesitate before answering. “I want you to fuck me.”
His finger massaged my prostate, making me shudder all over. “I didn’t quite catch that,” he murmured, and I knew he was grinning.
“I said, I want you to fuck me!” I practically shouted.
Oliver chuckled at my impatience. “That’s what I love to hear.” He carefully withdrew his finger from me, and after I moved to lie on my back again, I watched him lean toward the table at the side of the couch and retrieve a condom and a small bottle of lube from the drawer. I noticed he did all this using one hand, the hand that hadn’t explored my ass, and I had to admire his carefulness.
“It’s convenient that you have those so handy,” I remarked with a raised eyebrow, nodding toward the condom and lube.
Oliver snickered. “I have them in almost every room of the house,” he informed me. He took the condom from its wrapper, keeping it within easy reach, but he didn’t put it on yet. Instead, he squirted some lube onto his fingers. Our eyes met, and he gave me a sexy smile. “I need to get you ready.”
Despite my crazy level of arousal, I couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Yet I spread myself wide for Oliver, and he knelt between my open thighs. With a gentle touch, he worked one lubed finger, and then another, into my ass. All the while I stared at his face, watching while he prepared me for fucking. I was visibly trembling now, and when he withdrew his fingers, I suddenly blurted out, “I’ve never done this before.”
Oliver could have made some smart-ass remark, for I figured my inexperience was quite obvious to him. Instead, his smile was tender while he spread an ample coating of lube over my asshole. A tremor coursed through me as I reveled in his touch. “Then we’ll take it slow,” he assured me. “I want you to enjoy this, Caleb.”
Closing my eyes, I felt Oliver caress my thighs, and I was grateful to him for working to ease my nervousness. He gave me a moment to simply lie before him and take several deep breaths. When I looked at him again, I saw that he was sheathing his rock-hard cock with the condom. Then he lubed up his erection, and when his eyes met mine, he asked, “Ready?”
I quickly nodded. Hooking one leg around him, I draped my other leg over the edge of the couch. Oliver guided his dick to my asshole, and I tried to stay relaxed. His eyes locked with mine while he slowly eased the head of his cock inside me.
At first, I experienced an intense pressure as he began stretching me wide. When I felt a twinge of pain, I couldn’t help but tense while anticipating more.
Oliver immediately grew still, sensing my discomfort. “Just breathe,” he said, his voice low and soothing. I nodded again, not trusting myself to speak, and as he patiently waited, remaining motionless inside me, I slowly grew accustomed to his dick claiming my ass. I noticed his jaw set in a firm line, and I figured he wanted nothing more than to drive himself inside me all the way to the hilt, but he didn’t move again until I told him I was ready for more.
Inch by inch Oliver took my virgin ass, and though I was now sweating, the severe pain I’d been fearing never came. He was so careful with me, moving at the pace I chose, but his eyes were a little glassy with his own arousal, and I could tell he thoroughly enjoyed feeling my tight ass all around his cock.