Page 72 of One More Time

He chuckles as I scramble up from the bean bag, the damn thing trying to consume me. But I win that fight. I am a winner.

“Lie down. Hurry,” I say, but it only seems to make him move slower.

I grunt my disapproval, and he laughs a little louder.

“Stop laughing, this is life or death. My dick is going to fall off.”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop being so dramatic.”

I am being dramatic, but this is about to make me fall apart. I might not survive this if I don’t get my tongue up his ass.

“Alright, here I am,” he says, putting his arms behind his head and lounging back on the bean bag. He looks fine as fuck like this.

I groan, “I am so fucking gay,” and then I attack.

I start to rip his clothes off, jerky, shaky movements that hinder me more than help me.

“Why are your clothes so complicated?” I whine. “They’re like puzzle pieces. Like some kind of brain teaser.”

He arches his hips, helping me tug his pants down. His cock springs up, and I grab on to it, feeling the soft silkiness of it.

“Hell yes,” I moan as I start to stroke it. His cheeks heat, turning red and splotchy.

“Fuck,” he groans as I continue to stroke him, half-undressed on this damn bean bag.

I’m distracted now. Maybe an ass-eating can wait. Maybe I want to suck his dick instead. His hips arch up over and over again into my hand, making my mouth salivate. I want it.I want him.

I fall onto it, pulling him into my mouth, choking on his hard length. He gasps as his fingers curl into my hair, guiding my rhythm. He suddenly pulls me off, his chest heaving.

“Stop. Oh fuck, if you keep going, I’m gonna come.”

“Good,” I moan, trying to fall onto him again, but he keeps me from it. That heathen. A fucking pleasure-killer.

But then he flings his shirt off and turns around, his ass up in the air.

“Do all the filthy things to me, Jude. Do it,” he says lowly.

“Oh god,” I say as I stare at him.He’s perfect, I think. He’s so fucking hot.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want—” he begins, but I just huff.

“Shut up,” I whisper as I grab on to those muscular globes and jiggle them. They bounce in my hand so I do it again, lovinghow he is writhing beneath me. His head drops between his arms, and he says my name as I spread his cheeks wide and stare at his hole.

“This is so fucking gay,” I say. “I’m so fucking gay.”

My finger drags down his ass crack, and I stop right at his opening, watching as it moves beneath my fingertip. A subtle wink.

Even his asshole flirts with me.

Leaning down, I lick a stripe up his ass, making him buck forward and then press back into me.

“Yes,” he moans as I do it again, loving how responsive he is. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing it with all the enthusiasm I can muster. My tongue laves at his crack, swirling around his hole before plunging in. I don’t even try and work him open, and Alec grunts. But he doesn’t tell me to stop, doesn’t tell me it hurts, so I keep going, his hole loosening for me the longer I’m in it. And let me tell you, I’m liking this a whole lot more than I thought I would. I like everything about Alec, it seems.

My fingers curl against his ass cheeks as I lick and moan and suck, pulling his hole between my lips. Frenching it. He gasps, his groans growing louder the longer I eat him out. His entire body is trembling, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out across his skin. And I’m not much better. I’m about to blow.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Jude,” he moans and then slams his ass against my face as my tongue slides in farther than I thought possible. I hold him there, tickling and flicking my tongue as he starts to shout.

And then his hole clamps against my tongue, his whole body jerking and writhing.

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