Page 54 of The Fly-Half

And then he began to feast.

I buried my face in the sheets, biting down on his duvet to smother the moans tearing their way out of my throat as I pushed back onto his tongue. Jonny groaned as he buried his face between my cheeks, eating my ass like it was his last fucking meal on Earth. His tongue flicked over my hole as he licked and sucked my entrance, his stubble rubbing against my skin and his moans vibrating through me, shaking me to my core.

It felt like I was coming apart at the seams, and when he pressed his tongue inside me, I almost collapsed onto the bed as my legs began to shake. Jonny chuckled and wrapped one arm around my thigh, holding me in place. “Don’t run away from me,angel. I’m not done with you yet. Mmm, you taste so good. Do you like my playing with you?”

“Yes!”

“Like me eating your beautiful little hole?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice so rich it felt like liquid chocolate was being poured into my chest. He kissed me again and sat back slightly so he could run a finger down my crack and circle my wet hole. “Do you want me to touch you? Slide my fingers inside you and get you ready to take my cock?”

“Please,” I said, nodding my head and pushing my ass into the air. “Need you. Don’t make me wait, please.”

“Don’t worry, I’d never do that to you, doll.” He kissed my ass cheek. “Gonna give you everything you need.”

I felt him move and I twisted my head around to see him reaching out to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube and tearing the plastic off it with his teeth. “I hope this one is okay,” he said as he glanced at the label. “I wasn’t sure what to get, but Mason said this stuff is good, especially if you have sensitive skin.”

I smiled to myself because of course he’d gotten lube recommendations from Mason. “I’m sure it’ll be great,” I said. “I’ll let you know if it’s not.”

“Yeah, please let me know if you experience any burning because that’s not how I want tonight to go.”

I snorted, laughter shaking my body but it quickly melted into another low moan when I felt one of Jonny’s thick fingers pressing against my pucker. “Sorry, is it too cold?”

“Wasn’t even thinking about that,” I said, my voice trembling as he slowly pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. “F-Fuck!”

“Look so good taking me,” Jonny said softly, his other hand stroking the outside of my thigh. “Can’t wait to watch you take my cock.”

“You can take a picture if you want. Or a video.”

“No,” he said with a growl. “I want to remember it myself. I don’t want to watch it through a camera.”

I groaned as he pumped his finger in and out, checking in before carefully adding a second and starting to stretch me. I didn’t know if Jonny had ever had anal sex since he’d always been dismissive about his sex life in our past conversations, but his careful attentiveness suggested it might be new to him. Either that or I wasn’t used to this level of concern.

Or maybe it was because it was Jonny. And everything with Jonny felt special.

“How many do you want?” Jonny asked, curling his fingers inside me and making me gasp as he hit my prostate. Then he did it again while casually acting like he wasn’t making my legs shake. “Two or three?”

“I’m okay with two,” I said. “You can fuck me.”

“Let’s do three then,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of my crack. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

He slowly pressed a third into me. “I know, but this will help.” I groaned as he pumped all three in and out of me, stretching me wide. “Have you ever been fisted?”

His question was so out of the blue it stunned me. “N-No.”

He hummed as he teased my prostate. “Would you ever want to try it? I think you’d look so good taking my hand, doll.”

“Maybe? I… I…” I groaned and whimpered. “Later.”

Jonny chuckled darkly. “You’re right, angel. We can talk about it another day. There’s so many things I want to try with you.”

My head was spinning but I hardly had time to think about what else might be on his list because Jonny had pulled his fingers out, leaving me gaping, empty, and whining for more. He stood and touched my hip, rolling me over onto my back. “Move into the middle of the bed,” he said with a smirk. “I think you said something about me folding you in half?”

“Fuck,” I said with a chuckle as I shuffled further onto the bed, watching as he crawled between my spread thighs. “I think you might kill me.”

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