Page 75 of Carry On
“Do you like the idea of someone catching us as I eat your ass, Linc?” I asked. I knelt behind him as his forehead dropped to the back of the couch. When he didn’t answer, I sank my teeth into his soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. That yelp he let out was satisfying. “I asked… do you like the idea of someone catching us as I eat out your ass?”
“Yes,” Lincoln breathed out.
“Good,” I murmured, “because I do too.”
Spreading his ass cheeks wider, I ran my tongue along his crease and over that sensitive bud. I watched in fascination as his muscles clenched in anticipation. Tracing his rim with my tongue, I was slow and meticulous, paying attention to all his little reactions. I devoured him, pushing my tongue inside him, twisting, and turning.
Reaching between his legs, I stroked his cock, squeezing precum out of him with every pass.
“Harder,” he whispered, the word dissolving into a loud moan. I did as he asked, gripping him tighter and stroking him rougher like he liked. His response grew in intensity while I went back to fucking him with my tongue.
Fingers dug into my hair as he reached back, holding me in place while he rocked back against my mouth. I gave him exactly what he needed as hisdick leaked in my hand. My own cock throbbed and ached with a need for more of him. I was wound up and ready to combust alongside him.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “Fuck me, Lucky, or so help me, I’m going to come all over this couch.”
“No, you won’t,” I replied. I let go of him and stood. The frustrated sound he let out was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to be a little pathetic, desperate, and ready to come undone for me.
“Fuck me,” Lincoln repeated.
“I’m not fucking you raw, Lincoln,” I said and playfully swatted his ass. “I like this ass too much for that.”
I wouldn’t hurt him. Not like that.
“There’s coconut oil in the kitchen.” He laughed. “It’s organic.”
His words gave me pause, and I momentarily entertained the idea.
“Don’t move, Lincoln.” I pressed a hand to the small of his back, applying enough pressure to get my point across. “I want your ass in the air for everyone to see, do you understand?”
He hummed his approval, and I realized how much I liked unlocking Lincoln’s kinky side. Underneath the wound-up and controlled routine was a man with twisted desires just like me.
I left him long enough to retrieve the lube and coated my cock while I walked back to him. As I did, I admired the red and bruising bite mark on his skin. Yeah, I wanted to cover him in more of those.
“Do you think they can see how your dick leaks at the idea of being fucked in front of an audience, Linc?” I asked. Standing behind him, I drizzled lube down his crease and smeared it over his relaxed bud. I pressed my thumb inside him, stretching him. He pushed back, practically squirming for more, and I slowed, enjoying the sight of him so needy. “It wasn’t a rhetorical question, Lincoln.”
“No,” he said. “I don’t think they can.”
“Then we’ll just have to give them a show, won’t we?” I replied. Before he could answer, I thrust into him. Filling him. Stretching him. All at once and suddenly. His gasp mingled with my guttural groan. The way his muscles clamped down on my length was fucking euphoric.
“More,” Lincoln let out as he braced against the couch, pushing back on me.
Unable to hold back, I obliged and fucked him hard. My hips snapped brutally against his ass as I gave in to the deep desire I had for him.
This right here? Nothing could compare to this. The rush, the warmth, the relief. I was fucking flying and falling all at once. I was drowning in Lincoln’s body. Everything about him burrowed under my skin. His taste, his sounds, his touch. I was so far outside of my own mind that I couldn’t connect with anything but him.
Molten heat spilled down my spine and coiled through my core. My balls drew up tight, and my breath stuttered in my chest. The hold I had on him was vicious as I lost control and dragged him down my length completely, my cock jerking as I filled him with cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted. And then this goddamn man clenched his muscles around my spasming length and milked me for all my worth. I slapped a hand to his back, forcing myself to stay upright as I felt it in every fiber of my being. “Jesus fuck…”
My brain stalled as the rush began to fade into something comfortable. I eased out of him, admiring how my cum slid between his ass cheeks. I’d never tire of that sight. It was also at that moment that I realized I hadn’t made sure he finished first. Fuck.
However, he seemed completely unbothered by it as he pushed away from the couch.
“My turn,” Lincoln said. He swiped the lube off the table and nudged me toward the window. His teeth sank into my neck hard as I braced against the glass. “Time to put on a show, Lucky.”
Was I expecting it? Not at all. But from the way my cock began to thicken again, I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining either.
CHAPTER 53
