Page 109 of Cream & Sugar
Once he’s close enough that I can feel his body heat, he pops the cap off the can and scans my body for a target.
He finds two.
The cream is icy cold as he pumps a small swirl onto each of my nipples. It tingles. Blindsided by this wild gesture, I grab hold of the table behind me and try to gather my thoughts, but Freddie is too fast for me. With a swift ferocity, he latches on to my right nipple with his mouth. I grunt as Freddie sucks and laps up the cream.
A cold trickle runs down my left side and I glance down to see the cream is melting, a white rivulet trickling through the light layer of fur covering my belly. Freddie’s too quick for it though, catching the trickle with the tip of his tongue and licking his way back up to the source.
“Mmm,” I moan as he slurps up every last drop.
Once he’s done, Freddie looks up at me, grinning, his mouth smeared white.
“Yum,” he says. “More?”
“Yes,” I reply, without hesitation.
Freddie applies two more blobs of cream in the same spots as before and sets the can down on the floor. Trembling with anticipation, I’m surprised when, instead of picking up where he left off, Freddie places his hands on the outer edges of my pecs. Gently, he pushes the muscles inwards, squeezing my chest so my nipples are mere inches apart. Sticking out his tongue, he waggles his eyebrows suggestively, like I’m supposed to have a clue what he’s trying to do.
He takes a breath and dives in, burying his face in the valley he’s made between my pecs. Then, he starts snaking his head from side to side so his tongue sweeps across both of my nipples at once.
“Whoa!” I exclaim as he drags his tongue back and forth. It feels twice as good as before. After a few big licks, Freddie alternates sides, tongue flicking, lips sucking, teeth gently biting as he smears the cream all over my chest. Once it's melted, he returns to his original technique, lapping up the mess until my chest is squeakyclean and glistening. Then he backs off. Just as well—I was starting to see stars and my knees are trembling.
Freddie squats down to retrieve the can, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“More?” he asks, a little breathlessly, looking up at me.
“Please,” I say, making no effort to hide how much I’m enjoying this.
Getting on his knees, Freddie reaches up and places the nozzle at the top of my belly. Pressing the trigger, he draws a long line of cream down, over my belly button, all the way to my crotch. He only stops once he reaches the head of my cock. The cool cream feels wonderful, but nothing on what’s to come, I bet.
Starting at the top, Freddie kisses his way down the trail, hungrily supping up the whipped cream inch by inch. My cock twitches with anticipation as he gets nearer, remembering how good it felt to be in Freddie’s mouth. He’s almost there, his skilful tongue gliding over my sensitive skin. Closer and closer and…
There’s a deep sucking sound as Freddie swallows me again. In one long, drawn-out gulp, he slurps the cream from base to tip, sucking hard like a vacuum, keeping a tight seal with his lips. I moan in ecstasy. His mouth is fucking amazing.
A pop as the pressure releases and my cock springs free, smacking my belly. My knees are weak and I move to join Freddie on the floor, but he shakes his head.
“Stay up there, Shaun. Let me worship you.”
Worship me? Isn’t that what he’s been doing? I don’t know how much more “worship” I can—ahh!
His hand reaches through my legs and grabs my butt, groping and massaging me, his fingers skimming delicately down the centre cleft. At the same time, he takes me in his mouth again, gently sucking, slowly,deeper, while his other hand crawls up my body to my nipple, flicking and twisting.
Those coordinated hands play me like a guitar while he takes me so deep in his mouth, I feel the head of my cock bouncing off the back of his throat.
“Oh, Freddie…” I thread one hand through his hair while the other twists my left nipple, Freddie working the right. My moans turn bestial. Every sensitive part of my body is either being twisted, groped, or swallowed in a wild frenzy. Pleasure like this, I didn’t know it existed.
Freddie stops groping my butt, bringing that wandering hand to his mouth. He stops blowing me long enough to coat two fingers in saliva before swallowing my cock again. Freddie’s hand snakes its way between my legs, his keen fingers burrowing between my cheeks. I gasp as he finds my entrance. I throw my head back and moan as his digits lubricate the sensitive hole.
Coming up for air, Freddie’s mouth hangs open in a breathless smile.
“May I come in?”
Unable to speak, I grunt approvingly. Freddie’s tongue dances over his front teeth as slowly, he slides a finger inside me.
Fuck, that feeling! How is he doing this to me? With just a finger!
“You’re so tight,” Freddie purrs as he nudges my cock with the tip of his nose. “But I think you can handle another, can’t you?”
I grunt, incoherently.
