Page 63 of Outcast
“Intimate is good,” I murmured, moving my mouth to his neck and giving in to the desire I’d had to kiss and nip.
He moaned softly. “Fuck.”
I slipped a hand down, cupping his ass and squeezing one firm cheek. He rocked against me, grinding his cock into my hip with a harsh breath.
I pulled him harder against me, bucking up to rub my cock against any part of him it could reach. There was too much friction without lube, but I couldn’t make myself stop long enough to get it out of my side table.
“Wait.” Emory pulled back. “I want to get my mouth on you.”
“Great idea.”
He started to slither down my body, but I grabbed his arm. “Turn around instead.”
“Turn…” His eyes widened as he got my drift. “Okay, um, yeah. Good idea.”
We repositioned until Emory was kneeling over my body, his dick only inches from my face.
“I don’t really know how to do this,” he said.
“Don’t stress it. Anything will feel good. I’m about to blow just from looking at your ass.”
He laughed. “I seriously doubt that.”
I cupped each of his cheeks and squeezed them, ignoring the faint throb in my busted fingers. “Oh, trust me. This ass looks good enough to eat.”
I parted his cheeks to let air brush over his hole, and he gasped.
“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
I shifted my grip to his cock. “Something to look forward to another time, then.”
I tugged his hips down and tongued the head of his dick.
He groaned low in his throat. “Fuck.”
I curled my tongue around his cockhead, then cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a squeeze. Emory hadn’t done much more than fist the base of my cock, but I was more than happy to entertain myself while he worked up the nerve to suck his first dick.
I thought he’d probably start with a timid kitten lick. Maybe kiss the tip of my dick and gradually work his way up to putting me in his mouth.
Instead, he fell on my dick, licking and sucking me like I was the best-tasting treat he’d ever had. It was sloppy but so enthusiastic I nearly came on the spot.
I rolled us onto our sides so I could take him deeper into my mouth without choking. Emory whimpered, mouth still wrapped around the tip of my dick, as I took him to the root.
He attempted to follow my lead, sucking a few more inches in, using his hand to work my lower shaft while he made love to my cockhead with his lips and tongue.
His mouth was wet and hot—his teeth a little too sharp when they scraped over my skin—but it was the sounds he made that heated my blood the most.
Whimpers, greedy slurps, the occasional low groan that seemed to rise up from deep inside.
I palmed his ass and yanked him in deep, swallowing around his cock. He went rigid, back arching.
“Gray! I’m gonna?—”
Cum poured over the back of my tongue. I swallowed, ignoring the bitter taste and focusing instead on the muffled sounds of pleasure he made around my cock, body trembling with orgasm.
His mouth went slack, and I had to fight not to fuck his mouth. Emory wasn’t ready to be choked with a dick just yet.
“Golden boy,” I said in a strained voice. “I’m so close.”
