Page 107 of Full Split
“Yeah, okay,” he breathes out. “You can have that too.”
I release his cock with a wet pop and look up at him, while stroking and teasing his ass. “Well, why don’t we get this pretty little hole ready for me then?”
“Fuck. Yes please.” He seems to think a little more clearly once I’ve pulled away to remove the rest of my shirt and tie.
“Keep the tie on,” I tell him, tossing my shirt to him before walking to my overnight bag and pulling out my supplies. While I suit up, he arranges our suits on hangers and hooks them on the doorknob for the concierge to pick up tonight.
I’m admiring the way he stalks through the room in his dark grey underwear and blue paisley tie, when he stops short. I swear I can see his eyes dilate from where I’m kneeling on the bed in nothing but the black harness, stroking my cock. The friction of my hand working the bottom of the shaft feels so fucking good. I’m already so sensitive, and I know we’ve only just started.
Wyatt slips his briefs off, thick cock bobbing. For a long moment, we watch each other, stroking ourselves in tandem. It reminds me of the hot tub. That night I tried to come off so sure of myself. I was so nervous that Wyatt wouldn’t like what he saw, but since then he’s shown me all the ways he loves my body. And the way he’s staring at me now, hungry and ready, is such a fucking turn on.
“You’re leaking for me,” I tell him, my voice raspy.
“You’re so goddamned sexy,” he says, placing one knee on the bed, then the other. He knee-walks over to me and takes the back of my head in one large hand, pulling my face to his for a deep, sloppy kiss. He still tastes like me.
I let out a whimper when his hand wraps around my cock and squeezes near the base. Linking my fingers through the loosened neck of his tie, I guide him down until his face is inches from my cock. Like a good boy, he takes the hint and opens wide so I can feed my dick into his mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Get me nice and wet.”
In the dresser mirror across from the bed, I get a frontal view of Wyatt bent over getting face-fucked while his ass is up in the air. His heavy balls swing between his legs while he bobs up and down on my dick.
I use the tie to yank his face back up to mine, kissing deeply before instructing him to lie back. “Let’s get you open and ready to take a cock in this sweet ass.”
The moment he’s lying down, I push his legs to his chest and tell him to hold himself open for me. Then I dive down and eat his ass like I’m starving for it. And I am. There’s nothing about this man that isn’t perfect, that isn’t delicious, that I don’t crave on a daily basis. I always knew I’d be done for if I got even a piece of him, but I’m well and truly gone. The more I get to know him, the more we do and experience with each other, the more it fortifies how much I love him.
I stroke and suck and fuck him with my tongue and then my fingers, working him open little by little until his ass is soft and pliant but the rest of him is tensing up to hold back his release.
“Niles, baby…” Wyatt pants. “I’m going to need you to hurry up and get inside me, because I can’t hold on much longer.”
“How do you want me?” I ask. We haven’t been able to do this much, so we’re still making our way through the positions.
“I want to watch,” he says, looking over at the mirror. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
Oh hell yes.
“Up on your knees,” I say, tapping him on the thigh. As much as I’ve been enjoying torturing him with my mouth, I’m suddenly in a very big hurry.
He gets on his hands and knees, adjusting himself so he’s at the perfect angle to see our reflection. Grabbing the lube, I fuck him with my fingers a little more, making sure he’s ready for me. Then I slick it over my cock, line up, and we both watch with rapt attention as I push into him slowly.
“Fuuuuuck,” Wyatt moans. “Fucking look at you, Niles. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Here I am, thinking the same thing.
I pull back a little, then thrust back in. I watch Wyatt’s face in the mirror as he takes me, the way his mouth drops open and his eyes roll back. In front of me, his back muscles ripple and his ass clenches every time my cock slides inside, disappearing into his body. I love the little smack of my pelvis meeting his ass. The way it sends a little jiggle over his cheeks. I thrust a little harder just to see it more, and Wyatt groans.Oh, he likes that.
Emboldened, I pick up my pace a little.
“Yes,more."
Bending over his body, I lick the sweat from his spine while reaching around his neck for the ends of the tie. Then, just like I pictured, I wrap the silk fabric around one hand.
“My dirty daddy wants it a little rough, does he?”
Wyatt’s groan is gravelly, almost like a warning growl. It sends a jolt of arousal right to my cock, and I buck into him a little harder. The way he grunts with each thrust only makes me harder, makes me ache with the need to come.
His head leans back as the tie tightens, and I keep pumping into him, leaning into the friction that’s driving me closer and closer to the edge. I see Wyatt’s head roll to look back at the mirror, and he curses, his body tightening. My head turns to look as well, and I suck in a breath at the sight.
We’re slick with sweat, skin glistening in the light from the room lamps. Wyatt’s spine is curved with the pull from the tie. His hands are white-knuckling the bedspread, holding on for dear life while I fuck him hard and fast. I’ve got one hand holding onto his hip, fingers digging into his flesh, the other fisted in the silk tie. My abs ripple and my ass flexes with each thrust, and my pelvis is bouncing off Wyatt’s ass with a satisfying smack that fills the room.
