Page 87 of On Circus Lane

I squirm. I’m fully exposed in the grey afternoon light so I’m feeling a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “Shouldn’t we close the curtains?”

He shakes his head. “No one can see in, and I want to look at you.”

“Why?”

He offers me a crooked smile, his eyes hot. “Because you’re beautiful,” he says simply.

I clear my throat and fight against the bewildered pleasure his words give me. “No, I’m not.”

“Well, I think you are. Now, shall we have a debate, or shall I rim you?”

My swallow is so loud you can hear my throat clicking. “I thinkrimming,” I say quickly.

“Draw your legs up and hold them open.”

I hasten to do as he orders, raising my knees to my chest and displaying myself.

He runs a reverent hand down my leg and inwards, coasting over my balls and making me shiver. He cups them in a gentle hand, and I gasp as he leans down in a swift move and draws one into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out as he sucks gently. “Please don’t stop.”

He mouths at the orbs. Then he pulls back, blowing cool air over them and making me shiver before leaning in and petting my hole. “It’s pale pink in this light,” he says softly. “Like the inside of a shell.”

“That’s rather a trite simile,” I say.

He shakes his head, and I shut my mouth so fast my teeth click. His eyes flare with amusement, and then he leans in and licks my hole. I give a loud groan and arch into his touch. He puts his hands on my thighs, shoving them upwards so my arse is against his mouth and then he spends the next few minutes sucking and finger-fucking me. Soon, I’m covered in sweat, my eyes blindly staring at the ceiling as I hold my thighs up with a death grip and hump into his fingers and mouth.

When he pulls back this time, his eyes are almost feral. “Legs down,” he growls, and I hasten to do it. “Spread them.” He leans in and bites my nipple. I cry out and wind my legs around him, so our cocks slide against each other, damp with sweat and precome. He grabs my arse and kisses me as we writhe against each other.

We eat at each other’s mouths, sharing sighs and moans in the humid space between us, and the scent of sex is heady. Our humping grows faster, and I feel my balls draw up. Then I cry out in protest as he tears himself away, panting. I open my mouth to chastise him but swallow the complaint as he grabs the condom and suits up quickly, before covering his dick in a stream of lube and rubbing the rest into my hole.

He pauses, looking at me steadily, his eyes everywhere as though fixing me in his mind.

I stretch out, crooking my finger at him. “Come here and fuck me.”

He falls onto me, and I raise my legs. His cock nudges against my opening, and then he’s sliding in. The slide is easy, like a knife into butter, and I pant, unable to kiss him and just mouthing into his skin.

“Let me kiss you,” he orders.

I rush to comply, and I’m so enthusiastic our teeth clash and our chests heave. I’m addicted to kissing during sex that quickly. What has he done to me?

The kissing continues as he starts to move. It’s slow and steady, and I clutch at him with both hands. “Faster,” I demand into his mouth.

“No, like this.” He pulls out slowly and kneels on the mattress. Before I can complain, he grabs my arse and drags me close, wrapping my legs around him. I arch upwards with my arse on his thighs. “Lie back and let me look at you,” he says, gasping as he pushes into me again. “God, you’re so fuckingtight.”

The glide pushes his cock against my prostate, and I arch into it, fisting the bedclothes, my body a perfect arch towards him.

“So beautiful,” he praises and starts to thrust into me. The strokes are long and forceful but still slow. I let myself go, revelling in the heat and admiration in his eyes as he clutches my hips, his fingers digging in. The muscles in his torso and abs are rigid and covered in a fine layer of sweat as he moves ceaselessly, almost like the tide surging in and pulling out.

The tender skin of my opening feels puffy and swollen, and my passage clenches and throbs around him as my cock bounces in the air. I’m leaking precome, and I stare as he runs his finger over the head and then sucks his fingertip. “Yum.”

It’s too much, and I tighten my abs, grinding down on him as he pushes into me. “I’m close,” I warn.

“Come, babe,” he says, grabbing my cock as he screws into me in hard thrusts. He strokes me, lube and precome making it a smooth glide. He shoves into me once more, grazing my prostate, and I grind my head into the pillow, my eyes screwing shut as every muscle in my body goes rigid. Then I scream and come in pulses over his fingers.

He milks me, and then when I’ve finished, he pulls his hand away. I raise heavy eyes and watch him lick his fingers, his own eyes sliding closed as he savours the taste. “Mmm,” he says throatily. Then he grabs onto my legs, clutching tight and gazing down at where his cock is pushing into me.

“Fuck,” he chokes. He arches, pushing his cock into me so high and hard that I feel a flash of sharp pleasure. His cock twitches, and he groans loud and long as he comes into me, and incredibly, I feel my cock pulse and another thread of come spurts over my stomach.

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