Page 42 of Burn It Down

It’s somehow bitter and sweet at the same time. I look at him, his eyes still on me as I wrap one hand around his base and lick and tease him, letting my tongue drag through his slit. “Kade.”I watch his throat—his Adam’s apple sliding up and down as he swallows.

His entire body is pulled up tight, and I soak in every detail. The way his muscles in his stomach and chest twitch. The way his biceps flex as he slides his hands down his stomach to my hair.

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and suck hard, making him curse before I use my tongue to tease him some more and then taking more of his stiff shaft into my mouth. I keep my hand wrapped around his base and let the other one drag over the coarse hair on his thighs and up over his hip bone. My hand finds one of his, and our fingers link as I suck on him.

His body trembles under mine as I pull off his cock and lick down to his balls, sucking and licking them. They’re full and tight against his body, his cock leaking like a faucet. He’s close and confirms as much a moment later when his free hand goes into my hair and tugs slightly. “Need you inside me.”

I move back to the tip of his cock, letting my tongue dip into his slit, moaning when I’m rewarded with a burst of precum. “What if I want you to come inside my mouth first?”

More precum trickles from his cock, and I lick it away eagerly, quickly becoming addicted to his taste. “Ngh.” He looks so conflicted, I almost laugh. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Was I supposed to be?” I ask. I can’t help myself, but I feel more comfortable with him than I ever have before. Before he can think too much about it, I swallow him down as far as I can go—grateful my hand is still wrapped around him because I still gag a little.

It must set him off, though, because I feel his entire body tense as I pull back and then do it again.

“Fuck. Shit. I’m sorry, Kade. Fuck,” he says as I suck on him and take him into my mouth over and over again. I assume he’sapologizing for making me gag, but there’s really no need for that shit.

It’s hot as hell, and all I want in this moment is for him to come. I’m not thinking about my own body, which wants its own relief. It can wait. Right now, the only thing I’m focused on is bringing this sweet, generous, kind man to his breaking point.

Both his hands are in my hair now, so I use my free one to gently cup and roll his balls before his cock jerks in my mouth and starts shooting down my throat. I choke a little—it’s my first blowjob, after all—but manage to recover and swallow as much as I can, while simultaneously stroking him and rolling his full balls in my hand until they’re drained. Spencer falls back onto the pillow, panting and trying to catch his breath.

I smile, licking him clean and enjoying every last bit of his flavor before crawling up over him, my body sweaty and hungry for his as I blanket him. He doesn’t waste a single second, grabbing me by the back of my neck and kissing me hard—no doubt tasting himself.

“Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

I smile against his mouth, kissing him over and over again. “I’m a fast learner.”

He grins and kisses me hard before letting one of his hands trail down my body and then wrap around my hard cock over my briefs. He strokes it once in a firm grip, and I nearly come right then and there.

He slowly drags my briefs down my legs and then grins evilly at me. “My turn.”

“I’m close,” I say, my entire body trembling as I try to hold my weight off him and look down at his wet cock, still semi-hard and lying against his thigh. My cock is red and leaking, the head poking out from his fisted hand.

“So you don’t want my mouth?”

I look at the mouth in question, all plump and pretty. He pokes his tongue out and drags it along his bottom lip just to be a teasing asshole. “You don’t play fair either.” I lean down though, my mouth going to his ear. “But I can’t wait to be inside that tight ass of yours.” I feel his cock twitch between our bodies and look down to see it’s already filling again. “I think you like that idea.”

He nods his head quickly and releases my dick, reaching next to him to the table by his bed. He grabs a condom and lube from the drawer and hands me the condom. Decision made, I suppose.

“Condom on,” he says as he opens the lube and then squirts some on his fingers. I do what he said, opening the package and sliding the latex over my shaft, trying to think about anything other than being inside Spencer, but my body is already so close to the edge, it seems impossible to think about anything else.

Especially when I watch his lubed fingers move to his eager hole. He spreads his legs wide, moving one lubed finger to his entrance, and I nearly come right then and there.

It’s so small, it’s hard to imagine my dick fitting inside, but God, do I want that. I watch, completely entranced, my hands on his spread knees as he teases his rim. I actually let out a whimper when he pushes inside, and I watch him take one finger and then two.

“I want to feel you,” I breathe, and his eyes move to mine. I see a hint of confusion there, and I can’t believe he’s still questioning how badly I want him. My cock is bobbing in front of me, pleading with me to push into him, but no way in hell am I going to miss this part.

He removes his fingers, and I watch as his hole remains open for a brief moment, then closes. I can’t look away. He’s so damn perfect. Every part of him. I jolt a little when I feel him take myhand and squirt lube onto it, but I can’t bring myself to look away from the perfect package before me.

His cock is hard again, lying against his groin in a neatly trimmed thatch of wiry hair. His balls are full and tight again, and his hole is glistening with lube and waiting for me.

I take my time working one finger inside him. He’s so tight and warm, I nearly lose it for what feels like the hundredth time, but I manage to keep my body in check. He reaches behind his knees with both hands, bringing his legs up and back, fully exposing himself to me.

“Holy. Fuck.”

He gives me a bashful smile as I push my finger into him. I know there’s a spot inside him that’ll drive him crazy—yeah, I may have Googled a bit—and I take my time to find it.

When I do, I’m rewarded with a beautiful shout from Spencer, my name a gasp on his lips as his ass squeezes me tight, and I feel my precum leaking into the condom. I add another finger and find that spongy spot yet again. He’s sweating and cursing me, wiggling under me, and it’s the most beautiful sight.

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