Page 37 of Declan
Declan’s lips stretched around my dick, and I leaned my head back and quietly moaned. In and out of his warm mouth he took my cock, up and down. When he went even farther, licking my perineum on his way to my ass, I whimpered.
It’d been a while since a guy had done that. My fucks lately had been quick with not much foreplay. Or enthusiasm. Even though Declan had said he wouldn’t be able to take his time with me, that’s exactly what he did.
He flattened his tongue against my hole before stiffening it and moving it around my rim. I lifted my hips and clawed at the bedding, desperate for more. I was horny as fuck and needy.
Declan Price is rimming me.
The world must’ve been ending.
“You want me to finger fuck you, Kyler?” Declan kissed the inside of my thigh before kissing his way back to my ass. His fingers splayed on my abdomen, caressing my skin and heightening my senses.
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
I loved his laugh. I loved being the one to make him do so even more.
I wasn’t sure when he’d grabbed lube, but he drizzled some on his fingers before getting back into position. When he pressed a finger against my hole, I breathed deep and exhaled. One finger penetrated me, moving in small circles before crooking slightly. A second finger was added after about a minute or so, and I groaned at the blissful pressure.
If his fingers felt that good, I could only imagine how his dick would feel.
“I’m so hard for you,” Declan said, a bit breathless, as he watched me writhe beneath his touch. He withdrew his hand and crawled back up my body. Sure enough, he was rock hard. He bent and nipped at my neck. “You want my cock, baby?”
Jesus.
“Fuck yeah I do,” I answered, wrapping my arms around him and bringing us chest to chest.
He turned my face and kissed me, groaning in the back of his throat as he finished shoving down his pants and boxer briefs.
It was a shame I hadn’t gotten to blow him first, but maybe I’d get a chance to next time. He was just as worked up as I was, and I felt his need to be inside me just as I needed him there.
Declan reached over to the side table and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper as he tore it open. The sound only added to the anticipation. Although the light was off, it was still daytime and the sun shone through the window, creating a glow on his beautiful body. Light or dark, it didn’t matter to me.
He rolled on the condom before coating himself in a generous amount of lube.
“I fucking love these,” he said once back on top of me, touching my cheek.
My freckles.
I grinned. “Thanks. I’ve always thought they looked goofy.”
“Not at all.” Declan studied me a moment, holding the side of my face. I couldn’t read his expression. Then, that fire from before blazed in his green eyes, and he leaned down to kiss me.
He gave himself a few pumps before placing his cock at my entrance. As he pushed forward, my ass was on fire. I was no stranger to bottoming, but it’d been a while since I’d had a guy who was so…blessed.
I pressed my face into the crease where his neck met his shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, nuzzling my head with his.
I nodded and squeezed his back tighter.
Declan went slow, going in a little before pulling out and then moving forward again, kissing my temple as he did. He was so fucking gentle with me that it did strange things to my heart.
Once my body welcomed him, I sighed and loosened my hold on his back. Not digging my nails into him anymore.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasped.
“Maybe you’re just huge,” I retorted, my words breaking off into a moan as he thrust deeper.
He seemed to like that answer by the way his mouth quirked at the edges. The arrogant bastard.
