Page 45 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

Chapter 12

Beau

Ihad never been with someone so responsive. So loose with abandon.

“Please. For the love of God, eat me,” Clark begged, pressing his forearms against the chilly tile. He pushed out his well-formed ass, and I almost asked him to marry me.

I was, after all, already on my knees.

I took a beat to inhale his sexy, clean scent, then ran my tongue up his crease, fully in love with the taste of him. I circled his hole, the sound and taste of wet tongue on wet skin, my breath heavy as the shower pounded down on us. A sensory paradise.

He shook, and his knees buckled.

He started babbling.

I was just getting started.

I buried my face between his cheeks, licking, nipping at his perfect little hole. I’d be lying if I said I couldn’t imagine stretching it to take me. Hell, if Clark was this noisy with just my tongue, I’d need hearing protection once I pushed inside his tight body.

Hm. A few more kisses. Licks. Suckling shower water off the furled entrance.

“Oh,God.”

Clark’s passionate cries made me feel like a fucking king. I sat back, spreading his cheeks to look at his softened hole.

“Beau, please.”

“Please, what?” I asked, swirling my thumb.

He wiggled his ass at me. “More. I need … more.”

“Like this…?”

I sucked at the sensitive skin, then pressed the tip of my tongue against the rim.

“Yes, that.”

I slipped the tip inside of him. His whining pitched up, and he gave himself over, reckless. Perfect.

“Oh my God, oh my God.”

If my tongue weren’t so occupied, I’d have been grinning like an idiot. Clark widened his legs, wiggling his ass. Subtle, he was not.

His cock had grown hard again, so I reached between his legs and pulled it back, tonguing the drops of water that’d collected in his foreskin. Clark was melting down above me, loving every fucking thing I was doing to him.

I pressed my tongue to his slit and stroked his foreskin down onto my tongue, reducing him to broken off grunts and deep, panting breaths.

Fucking conundrum. Did I want his ass or his cock? His hole or his cum?

I spread his cheeks, sucking his cock as I watched his hole tighten and release.

Oh, he wanted that ass play.

I stroked his sensitive foreskin over my tongue a few more times, getting him close before diving back into his ass. I was merciless; tongue fucking him while stroking him until he was practically sobbing. I refused to go easy on him. I gave him everything he begged me for. Deeper, faster,more.

“Fuck, Beau,” he gritted out. “Coming. Again.”

I flicked my tongue as I sped up my stroke game. His shouting gave way to a breathless, high-pitched whine, and his cock pulsed in my hand.