Page 56 of Digging Deeper

His face flushes, as he teases back, “I knew you only wanted me for my ass.” But he allows me to spin him onto his front. Then there they are, those luscious white, billowy cheeks that I’ve been longing to touch, nibble, taste.

I palm the two globes in my hands, clenching and squeezing the satiny flesh. Better—so much better than I’d suspected. “It’s not all I want you for, but your ass is a work of art.” I scoot down and rub my cheek against the softness, groaning, luxuriating in the sleekness under me. When he begins humping the bed, I can’t take it any longer and I finally skim my tongue over one cheek and then the other, teasing myself with his flavor on my tastebuds.

“Drix, I’m not going to last,” he pants, looking at me over his shoulder.

“Raise up on your knees.” He scrambles up, and I nibble on his left cheek, making him giggle, before I attack the right and suck it into my mouth, not easing up until I’ve marked him.

“Drix,” he whines as he moves his hand toward his hard length.

I slap it away. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart,” I promise. Moving to the side of his lithe body, I separate his ass cheeks with one hand, drinking in the sight of his pretty pink hole. “Are you ready?” That’s the only warning I give him before leaning in and circling that tempting spot with my tongue. His gasp fuels my desire to satisfy him, this sweet, wonderful man. I lick and circle my tongue around and around as he mewls into the air. When his hole begins to soften, I reach up and grab his cock where it strains from his body and stroke from base to tip as I plunge my tongue into his hole.

“Oh my god. Drix. Yes.”

I dream of the day when it’s my own hard length plunging in and out of him, but I’ll never rush him. It’s enough for now to hear his moans as I continue lapping at his hole with my tongue and firmly working his cock. His body tenses as he wails, his cum shooting out onto the sheets and dribbling over my hand. I wait until he gives a final shudder, and as his legs collapse under him, dropping him on his stomach onto the bed, I pull my own hard, throbbing length out of my boxers. With two quick tugs, I groan as I follow Gav into bliss; aiming my cock at his bubble butt, and coating it with my cum. This sight is glorious, a fantasy come true, like beautiful snow-covered mountains. I bite my bottom lip to hold in a moan as I wax poetic in my mind.

“Come snuggle,” he says.

“Let me clean you up first.” I pull my boxers off and run them over Gavin’s ass—copping one more feel in the process—before tossing them to the side. Then I lay on the far side of the bed and pull Gavin up onto his side to lay on me and out of the wet spot.

“I can’t believe you didn’t let me take care of you,” Gavin chides, smacking me half-heartedly on the chest, though he’s already half-asleep.

“Us—we’re just getting started, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m sure as hell not letting you go.” I run my hand across his sweaty skin, soaking up the warmth. “There will be plenty of time for us to get each other off in an abundance of different ways.” I press a kiss to the top of his head as he snorts. “Besides, I couldn’t help myself. You’re too sexy for your own good.”

“There you go with the over-the-top romancing again,” he mumbles.

His body goes lax in my arms before I say quietly into the dark, “I can’t help it with you, Gav. It’s all you. Someday you’ll believe me, I’ll make sure of it.”

22

Gavin

“No, you have to, like… ugh… right there,” I groan.

“There?”

“Come on, Drix. Give it to me.”

“You want it?”

I groan again. “Yes.”

Drix starts chuckling. “Your crotch is right in my face.”

My cheeks flame, but I ignore them. “Just… hold it.”

“Your crotch?”

“Oh my god.” I laugh. “Stop. If you’d do your job right, I’d be done by now.”

His chuckles turn into a full belly laugh.

I reach down and push his shoulder, trying to hold in my own laugh. “Stop it.”

“I’m sorry I’m incapable of holding decorations and passing the tape to your liking.” He sounds more amused than annoyed, and one glance at his face tells me he’s making fun of me.

“If you’d listen, you’d be doing it right. String.” I hold out my hand expectantly, and Drix puts the end of the string in it, staring up at me in amusement. “If you let me fall off this ladder, I’ll make sure I take you down with me.”

“I’d like to see you try.” His eyes are bright as he stares up at me with only one hand on the ladder. “If you’d hurry up, we could finally watch that movie you’ve been wanting to see before it gets too late to start it.” He uses his free hand to sneak it up my shirt and rub my skin, making me break out in chills.

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