Page 61 of Sean's Sunshine
Good.
“Tickle?” Billy asked, moving his mouth up along the inside of Sean’s thigh.
“Yes,” Sean breathed.
“Do you like being tickled?” Billy taunted.
“Not when I’m hoping to get—” Realization seemed to set in. “Oh God. I’m going to get fucked. You want to fuck me. God yes.”
Billy ran his tongue carefully up and down Sean’s inner thigh, scooting up on the bed and grinding his own cock into the mattress as he flicked his tongue out to tease the base of Sean’s.
“You really want that?” Billy asked, tonguing his shaft again and palming Sean’s thighs to spread them a little more.
“It’s terrifying,” Sean admitted. “Yes, please.”
Billy chuckled and tongued his cock again, this time pulling the head into his mouth and sucking on him.
Sean squirmed on the sheets, bucking his hips, and Billy pulled off immediately.
“Nah-nah,” he whispered. “No doing that.”
“Please?” Sean begged. He let his knees fall open completely, and Billy practically melted. He loved seeing men like this. Loved having their most vulnerable parts on display for him to touch, to suck, to lick.
It was the one time in his life he felt powerful, and for it to be a man he cared about….
He felt like king of the world.
His palms were already on the inside of Sean’s thighs, so he slid them lower, parting Sean’s cheeks and exposing his taint and his little pink asshole.
This man had not been fucked enough, he decided, and licked lazily down Sean’s crease. Sean gasped and thrust his hips again, and Billy grasped his shaft firmly as he continued to lick.
He really loved rimming a guy. Loved watching him fall apart, loved penetrating him with his fingers slick with lubricant. Having his fingers inside somebody as they stroked their own cock was enough to bring him close. He was doing something powerful, something important to their bodies, and he had the control to make it amazing.
“Need the lube,” he commanded and paused to watch Sean stretch his arm over his head, making sure there were no hitches or hisses in pain.
Nope, and Sean must have planned for this. The bottle was under his pillow, and Billy knew for a fact it had been in the bedstand that morning because he’d checked to see if they’d need any since Sean’s ex had cleaned the place out.
Apparently not of everything.
Billy took the handoff and clicked the bottle cap, dumped some on his fingers before snicking it closed again and fingering Sean’s hole gently. Sean moaned and reached for his cock, but Billy caught his hand.
“No coming,” he commanded, and he heard the faint tremor in his own voice. “I need to be inside you. I need to see.”
“No coming,” Sean mumbled, but his hand was shaking, and Billy wasn’t sure he could keep that promise.
He’d try. That’s all Billy needed.
Gently, he helped Sean wrap his fingers around his shaft, and then he went back to fingering him, stretching him, tonguing his balls and sucking them delicately, one at a time, into his mouth.
“Guillermo?” Sean rasped, his fist tightening around his cock, his cockhead bulging purple from the circle of his thumb and forefinger. “Guillermo, please.”
Oh, there was something about hearing his name—hisrealname—in the earned intimacy of Sean’s bedroom that made his pulse quicken.
He’d wanted to overpower, to rule, to possess, but he hadn’t counted on needing to be inside Sean as much as Sean needed him inside.
He scissored his fingers gently and lifted up on his elbows. “You ready?” he asked, totally serious. “I… I’m an assful, Sean. If you’re not ready—”
“Please, Guillermo,” Sean moaned. “I need you. Go slow, but please….”
