Page 64 of Lucky Sucker

“What else do you want to do?”

“If you lay your sweet head back down, I’ll show you.”

The lube came out to play, little dots of it in the areas of his body I knew were the most sensitive, all the way until I reached his cock which he continued to try and hide with his teddy. I plied his hands away easily, and his cock thwacked at his skin as it repelled back up in its curve. A touch of lube to his tip, and gently, I rubbed his down, tracing it with my finger. I felt more attuned to him in the darkness than when the light was on. I wasn’t being confronted with all his skin, just the feeling of it, warm against me.

“That feels good,” he whispered.

“You can be louder,” I reminded him. “If you want.”

His hips thrust and his cock inserted inside my tightening fist, easy sliding inside with the lube. He moaned louder, much louder.

“Ohh, there you go, that’s a good boy.”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“You wanna keep going.” I stroked his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with my other.

“I want you.”

“I want you more.”

He tried to pull out of my hand and sit upright. “I want to kiss you now. I need to—smell you.”

I couldn’t say no to him, he was so sweet asking for it.

Wren showed no restraint this time. As soon as I was on my back, he straddled my stomach and began kissing my neck, his kisses lingered, leaving wet traces as he licked and sucked, hoping he left his little marks across me. He scaled the length of my body, purposefully not touching my cock it seemed as he even went to my thighs and laid his teeth gently into me before giggling. “You’re so hairy there.”

“You’ve only missed one spot.”

“Oh. It’s dark, I don’t know.”

He quickly found it, alongside the lube, and the tingle effect across my tingle had an intense toe-curling effect to it. “I like that.”

“What about this?” And his mouth took my cock inside it, so warm. He took it all the way to the back of his throat, only clearly felt from the hard stop it hit.

A rush of heat washed over me. So many new feelings, so many sweet intensities. I loved every single bit of it. Every single tickle and crackle of sweat breaking out on my skin from his actions, they had my sweating more than a work out. I was nervous. I didn’t want to cum.

“Ok,” I said in a gasp. “You wanna see what else you can do?”

“I know what else I can do,” he said. “I wanna ride it.”

The box condoms were already on the bed. “You wanna be a cowboy now, huh?”

“A little cowboy,” he giggled. “And you’re my horses.”

“What makes me the horse?”

Wren tapped the tip of his mouth to his mouth. “I don’t think I have to say anything else.”

He put the condom on me and without giving me the opportunity to eat his ass like I would’ve liked to try again, he went straight to sitting on it. He really was playing cowboy, his heels clipping at my thighs like controls, telling me to thrust and pump myself harder in him. I kept hands on his hips, forcing him down, scared he might buck off if I thrust too hard. But he liked it, grinding his own hips in circular motions, as if he was writing the alphabet out on me. My boy knew his ABC’s, and that was talent.

But even more talented from him, was the way I didn’t last if I thought I would. I came fast, the sensation more intense and new than it had been. I pumped my load so deep into the condom, and he just kept on riding me.

“It feels so good,” Wren moaned as he jerked his cock like a champagne bottle, his thumb over his tip, as if stopping himself from cumming. It didn’t help much because the moment he stopped, he sprayed cum up my chest, hitting my chin and lip.

Reflex had me licking my lip, it was sweet, and the second reflex of his hole tightening around m throbbing cock had almost a second-wind of cum continue to keep pumping out. I was in ecstasy.

He laid across my body while my cock was still in him, only popping out once it was began to soften.

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