Page 40 of Every November

I love the way he says my name when he’s blissed out and desperate for more of me, but I need more too. Need him feral. Unhinged. I want him so fucking wrecked that he can’t do anything but take what I’m giving him. I want him screaming so loudly that the entire fucking hotel knows how good I make him feel.

It’s fucked up, but it’s the only claim I’ll ever have on him, and I need that.

I pull my hand away from his dick, and he whines at the loss, like usual. I just smirk, shifting my position until I’m kneeling between his legs. I lean down, my breath ghosting over the head of his cock. He looks down at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. Then I take him into my mouth.

It’s not a slow, worshipful blowjob. This is a tease. I take him deep, my tongue swirling around the head, then pull off just as quickly. I do it again and again. A quick, hot, dirty effort, hoping it will drive him mad.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands flying to my hair. “You’re torturing me.”

“That’s the point. I’m just getting started.” I crawl back up his body, my mouth finding his in a quick kiss before pulling back and putting my mouth next to his ear. “Now be a good boy and pull your legs up for me so I can eat your perfect ass, baby.”

The word is out of my mouth before I even register that I said it. Baby. I’ve never called anyone that name before, not once. It should feel strange, calling him something so intimate, but it doesn’t. It felt easy, natural, and I kind of like it.

I don’t let myself examine that too closely. I just watch the way the words land for him instead. A shiver runs through him, and his eyes go dark, as if he enjoyed it too, but it could just be the offer to eat his ass. “Fuck yes. God, yes.”

I grin, shimmying back down the bed. He pulls his legs back, spreading himself open for me as I make myself at home between his legs. He’s completely exposed to me, and as perfect as I remembered.

I lean in, my breath ghosting over his entrance. He’s trembling, and I love it. I press a soft kiss to his pretty pink hole, and that alone makes him twitch. God, he’s so responsive. The slightest touch makes him wild; it’s an addictive feeling. I don’t understand how I’d possibly avoid “torturing him,” as he put it, but I don’t bother to try as I get to work. My tongue explores every inch of his ass, starting with long, slow swipes over his puckered entrance. I switch to shorter, quicker flicks of my tongue, cataloging his reactions to my movements and alternating to whatever makes him the loudest.

As soon as he’s loose enough for me that I can work my tongue inside of him, I push in and his hole clamps down on me—two tight muscles fighting each other. It’s a war, and I’m determined to win.

I press my face deeper and the light stubble on my chin I skipped shaving this morning scrapes against the sensitive skin of his ass as I continue to work my tongue into him. He lets out a strangled cry as I breach him over and over.

I don’t stop. I can’t. I’m drunk on the taste of him—musky, primal, and utterly mine. At least for tonight.

My tongue swirls inside of him until he finally relaxes with a shuddering breath, and the fight turns to surrender. His hole loosens just enough for me to fuck him properly with my tongue, working in and out of him until he’s writhing on the sheets.

“Fuck, Marcus, oh god,” he babbles. “That’s… don’t stop… please. God, Marcus… incredible. Fuck. Your tongue. Jesus.”

They’re the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. I have no intention of stopping, but I pull back just enough to watch his hole clench around nothing, all slick and wet from my mouth, before flattening my tongue to lick a broad stripe over his fluttering entrance. I make sure he feels every rasp of my taste buds before diving back inside, going deeper this time. I want to fucking live here, buried in his ass, feeling him clench and quiver around me, claiming every inch of him with my mouth.

My own cock is a steel rod, trapped against the mattress and leaking so much I can feel the wet spot spreading beneath me. It’s screaming at me for attention, but I continue to ignore it for now, focusing entirely on him. I pull my tongue free, spit on his wet hole, and slide two fingers in, sinking them to the knuckle in one smooth go that makes him shout as his greedy body sucks them in.

I stroke the inside of him, and Evan’s hips start to jerk, his back bowing off the bed as he teeters on the edge. I double my efforts, alternating between sucking hard at his rim and his taut balls.

He’s still cursing, and I know he’s going to come. I don’t want to miss a drop, so I move my mouth from his balls to the head of his cock and suck. With a hoarse shout, he comes as soon as my lips are on him, shooting hot ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow it all, savoring the salty, bitter taste of him.

I keep my fingers buried inside him as he comes down, feeling the last spasms ripple through his body. He’s completely boneless; a sweaty, sated mess, collapsed against the mattress. I gently withdraw my fingers and eye his open hole that’s begging to be filled again.

My dick is still rock hard, aching and desperate for attention, throbbing in sync with my heartbeat. Watching him fall apart like that, feeling him come undone on my tongue and fingers, has me craving him again even though I just got a taste.

I pull back, grabbing a condom and the lube—a bottle this year since I came more prepared. I roll the condom on, then prop myself up against the wall of pillows. My cock stands proudly against my stomach. “Come here,” I request in a low growl. “I want you to ride me. Think you can handle that?”

Evan pushes himself up, his eyes glassy and unfocused as he looks at me. He takes in the sight of my cock, and a slow, lazy grin spreads across his face. He looks completely wrecked, but desire is still blazing within him.

“Think you can handle it?” He teases before he crawls over to me, straddling my hips. Instead of sinking down on me right away, he leans forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss. He’s tasting himself on my tongue, and it’s fucking sexy that he seeks me out after I’ve swallowed his load.

He rocks his hips, dragging his slick ass against my cock, making me groan into his mouth.

“Evan,” I warn, my hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Don’t tease.”

“So it’s only okay when you do it?”

Such a smartass. So, I lean forward and suck his nipple into my mouth, remembering how much he liked those played with last time. He yelps at the sharp bite and surrenders.

“Okay, okay, you made your point. I’ll sit on your cock now.”

I give his nipple a little lick to reward him as I grin up at him. “Good boy.”