Page 13 of Cocky Bastard

Saliva slid from my lips as I began to work his cock with my mouth, using every trick I’d learnt to draw him all the way to the edge and leave him hanging there. I didn’t want Kane to come before I was ready, and if that meant teasing him and reminding him how good I was at sucking dick, then that was an extra bonus.

And when I thought it was probably getting a little too much, judging by Kane’s whimpers and whines and the way his thighs were practically shaking as his swollen red cock dripped precum onto my tongue, I pushed his thighs wider and slid my tongue between his legs to feast on his hole.

“F-Fuck, Austin,” he said with a groan as his fingers tightened on my hair, pulling it until it was almost painful. I didn’t mind, though, because it meant I was doing a good job. “You… I… unghh…”

I chuckled darkly as my tongue fucked his hole, lifting my head to look at him and slowly tracing my finger over his slick, softened pucker. “Are you trying to rush me?”

“Yes! What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” His irritated griping was punctured by a low moan as I gently pressed my finger inside him. I’d have to stop in a minute to fetch the lube,which I’d carelessly left out of reach, but giving Kane a minute to catch his breath wasn’t the worst thing. It meant I’d have more time to take him apart.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking up from between his thighs and winking at him. “I’ve not met many men who’d complain about having their ass eaten by me.”

“Yeah, well, if they knew you were going to fucking torture them, you probably wouldn’t have many volunteers.”

“Oh, sweetheart, are you really sure of that? You really think there wouldn’t be a line of men down the street just waiting, begging, for me to tease them?” I smirked and watched a dark cloud of irritation flit across Kane’s face at the suggestion. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who was possessive.

“No,” he said, his lips turning down into the cutest sulky pout. “Fine. But I—”

“Don’t worry,” I said, cutting him off. “I’m not going to tease anyone else the same way I tease you. Your ass is mine.” I kissed his inner thigh and gently slid my finger out of him. “Get yourself comfortable on the bed. I’m going to fetch the lube.”

I climbed to my feet, ignoring the burn in my knees and my shins. I’d knelt on far more uncomfortable floors for way longer than this in my time, so my body could suck it up and deal. Besides, my suffering was worth it if Kane made all those beautiful sounds.

I’d left the lube in my washbag, which I’d shoved on the counter in the bathroom before I’d headed out for the evening. I retrieved it quickly and walked back into the bedroom to find Kane stretched out in the middle of the bed with a playful smile on his face and his hand between his legs, his fingers teasing his hole.

“Mmm, that’s a pretty picture,” I said as I tossed the lube on the bed and reached down to stroke my cock. “Do you like fingering yourself? Getting your beautiful ass ready for me?”

Kane groaned and nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“Good, because I want to watch.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him, dick still in hand as I nudged the lube towards him. Kane grabbed it with his free hand and quickly squirted some on his fingers before returning them to his ass, gasping as he shoved two slick digits inside himself. I wanted to tell him to slow down, that he didn’t have to rush, but fuck, I loved watching him enjoy himself.

“Come here,” Kane said, turning his face towards me as he pumped his fingers in and out of his hole. “I want to suck your cock.”

“I’m not going to say no to that,” I said and shuffled closer on my knees, guiding my cock to his waiting mouth and groaning as he wrapped his lips around me. He didn’t go slowly, instead sucking me deep into his throat and beginning to bob his head as he continued to work his ass open.

It wasn’t the most coordinated blow job I’d ever had, but I didn’t give a shit. Kane’s wanton desperation, the wet, sloppy sounds of dick sucking, and the low moans rumbling in his throat and vibrating through my shaft were wreaking havoc with my self-control. I could already feel the familiar heat and pressure of an impending orgasm starting to build, sliding down my spine and into my balls.

“That’s enough,” I said with a growl, pulling my cock out of his mouth and marvelling at how good Kane looked like this—with plush red lips and saliva dripping down his face, tears pricking his eyes from where he’d taken me deep into his throat and pushed his gag reflex to the limits. “You’re going to make me come.”

“No,” Kane said. “You’re not doing that until you’re inside me.”

I groaned and practically fell forward to devour his mouth and kiss him senseless. Kane’s fingers returned to my hair,digging into the back of my scalp to hold me close against him. “Please, Austin,” he whispered. “I need you.”

I kissed him again and moved between his thighs, lining my cock up with his waiting hole. Kane moaned into my mouth as I pushed my cock slowly inside him, filling him up so perfectly it made my head spin. He lifted his legs and wrapped them around my hips as I began to gently rock in and out of him, fucking him slow and deep, my mouth never leaving his.

It was intimate in a way I didn’t think I’d experienced with Kane. Sure, we’d fucked in missionary before but not like this…

Maybe we needed the connection.

We’d shared things tonight and maybe it had brought us closer.

Or maybe it was just that fucking him like this allowed me to get deep inside him and grind over his prostate with every thrust while also allowing me to keep tasting his delicious kisses.

Whatever it was, it was hot as balls. My skin felt like it was on fire and at any moment I expected to feel flames licking our bodies. Kane groaned and gasped as I fucked him, the sweet sounds of his pleasure driving me wild, and I knew I’d be thinking about them long after this night was over.

“Touch yourself for me,” I said, breaking our kiss so I could lean up slightly and watch his face. I wanted to see him come because Kane always looked so beautiful when he did. “I want you to come.”

Kane groaned as he wiggled his hand between us and grasped his cock, his fist bumping against my stomach as he began to jerk himself. “A-Austin… ’m close… fuck, don’t stop. Need it.”

“I’m not gonna stop.” My focus was iron as I thrust into him over and over, keeping the same rhythm and depth and nailing his prostate with every stroke. As much as I wanted to let loose and chase my own orgasm, Kane’s pleasure was more important, and I’d be a pretty shit partner if I didn’t give him what heneeded to get off. “Fuck, come for me, Kanan. Fucking come for me.”

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