Page 68 of Never Will I Ever

It doesn’t take long for Avery to start moving with me, rolling his hips up and sliding himself farther between my lips before sinking back on my finger. Using his hold on my head to take what he needs, focusing on the pleasure I’m giving him.

And my God, is it sinful to watch.

“This feels…so good,” he pants in a whisper. “Your finger. Shit, Kaleb. It’s—”

A low moan leaves him as I slowly work a second finger past his rim, cutting his thoughts off at the knees.

The desire in his gaze singes me while I lick and tease and fuckhim from both sides, his eyes turning into balls of blue fire as he stares down at me. At my mouth while it lavishes his cock with attention, my fingers sinking inside him as I do.

“God, I love this view.”

Same, baby. Fucking same.

Humming softly, I drop his gaze and start working him faster. Every lick and suck around his crown has him arching for more, only for my fingers to slide in deeper when his hips drop back down. Both of his hands are in my hair now, guiding my mouth over him at the speed he wants, and damn, is it arousing.

I’d all but forgotten about my own cock, both of my hands too occupied with Avery’s body to bother worrying about it. It’s aching now, though, begging to be touched, and it has me moaning around his shaft.

“Shit,” he hisses, “Do that again, Kaleb. Fucking hell.”

Another groan works its way up from my chest, vibrating against his dick, and his hands may as well be yanking my hair out at this point. He’s thrusting his hips up into my waiting mouth in a way that tells me he’s getting close. Barely hanging on by the thinnest thread imaginable.

Until that, too, finally snaps when I scrape my teeth along the underside of his cock.

“Oh, fucking mother of holy shit,” he cries out, the long string of expletives falling from his lips, all while he’s rocking between my mouth and hand. His cock pulses against my tongue, and I take him deeper still.

With a well-timed suck and firm press of my fingers against his prostate, he explodes in my mouth. The salty tang of cum hits my tastebuds, and I drink it down greedily, making no sign of stopping until he starts coming down from his high. Even then, I’m not quite ready to release him, enjoying each lick and suck as I clean him before he tightens his grip on my hair and forces me off him.

“I’m sensitive,” he says with a breathy laugh.

I let out a soft hum and press a kiss to his stomach instead. “Fine, fine. Ruin my fun.”

As slowly as I can manage, I pull my fingers from inside him and lower his leg again. He slides back into the water between me and the rocks, his hands finding purchase on my ribs for support while he comes down from his high.

My dick is still aching for release, but I shove the thoughts to the side and focus on Avery instead.

“Was that okay?”

Shit,that came out way more insecure than I meant it to.

I mean, I know what I’m doing in this department, so I’m not worried that it wasn’t good for him—at least when it comes to physical pleasure. But there are a lot more layers to doing these kinds of things with Avery than just that. Namely, where his head is at afterward.

A harsh exhale leaves him, followed by a deep, carefree chuckle. “Are you kidding? I…” He trails off, shaking his head, then admits, “I’ve never felt something like that before.”

Though it wasn’t the context I’d been going for, I’m not ashamed to confess that I preen at the compliment. Like a damn peacock.

“Well, I told you it’d be the best orgasm of your life.” I lean in and plant a kiss to his jaw, then his throat. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve that’ll make a prostate massage feel like child’s play.”

The hands on my waist tighten fractionally. “Is that an offer?”

My lips pause against his skin, and I pull back. His gaze is hard to get a read on, and I realize I have a fifty-fifty shot at answering this wrong. There’s no denying this attraction anymore, at least on my end. And God, do I love the sound of him coming undone from my touch.

Which means…

Shit, I think it was an offer.

I measure my words carefully before countering his question with one of my own. “Depends. Is it one you’d accept?”

He draws in a deep breath, blinking a couple times before he finally nods.

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