Page 108 of Loved By Two
Forcing my tongue past his lips, I’m met with his. He tastes like mine, like he always has, even when I was too afraid to admit it.
I pull back. His breaths are short and sharp. “Tell me you want this, that you want me?” My voice cracks on the last word.
“I do.”
It’s all the consent I need as I push his shorts down, loving that he’s commando beneath them, just how I like it.
He kicks them off and then I take his dick into my fist.
“Fuck,” he says, dropping his gaze between us as he watches me work his hard length. The bead of pre-cum is a beacon, begging me for a taste. I drop to my knees, my hand still gripping him at the base as I lick the head of his cock.
His groan of pleasure at that simple action is like an aphrodisiac to my senses. I take him into my mouth and straight to the back of my throat, my nose touching his groin as my hands move to grip his arse cheeks.
I flick my gaze to his, finding him staring down at me, his eyes dark, lips parted. Raising my eyebrows, I stare back at him in a silent challenge.
He thrusts forward, and I open my throat, allowing him to go as deep as possible, and then he begins to fuck my face.
He lets out all his anger and frustration with each deep thrust, and I am here for it.
I will only ever get on my knees for two people and that’s him and Jessica.
Right now, he needs the control, the power, and that I can absolutely do.
My hand moves to his balls, and he hardens even more, his jaw clenched, his movements becoming even more desperate. My eyes water from the force as he races to his climax.
I give his balls one more squeeze, enough to have him thrusting so deep he cuts off my airway right as he explodes down my throat and I have no choice but to take it, swallowing his release.
He jerks into my mouth on a deep guttural moan, his release coating my throat until I’ve swallowed every last drop.
I pull back, a trail of saliva connecting us until it slips down my chin. I wipe it away with the back of my hand and smirk as he pants above me.
My dick strains painfully against the placket of my trousers as I rise to my feet.
His hands are at my belt, pulling at my zipper until he frees my dick.
“Fuck.” I glance down, watching his hands, the infinity symbol on his ring finger catching my eye.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say but make no move to stop him. “This wasn’t what that was about.”
“I know, but I want to.”
His dick is still semi-hard between us.
“Go get the lube,” he says, jutting his chin towards the counter.
He squeezes me once before dropping his hand and reaching for some towels off the workbench. Pulling out the bottle of lube, I walk back to him. He takes it from me, popping the cap and coating my dick. I’m still dressed in my shirt and tie and suit trousers while he’s completely naked. My hands move to the button on my shirt, but he shakes his head.
“No, leave it on, just fuck me.”
He turns around and drops to all fours, presenting himself to me.
Fucking him fully clothed and doggy style has me practically salivating.
I drop to my knees onto the towels he’s laid out and reach for his hips, spreading his arse cheeks, and then I start rimming him. He pushes back against my tongue.
I hum against his puckered hole and then pull back and reach for the lube. He shivers as I coat his arsehole before pushing a finger inside.
“God, you feel good,” I grunt.
