Page 92 of Catcher's Lock
Compromise.
Nuzzling gently, I exhale, heating the thin layer of cotton between his skin and my lips. When he doesn’t stir, I drag my chin up his thigh and rest my cheek on the bare slope of his ass. His skin is warm with a scent like sunshine and meadow grass and fresh-turned earth. Made brave and borderline desperate by the unrelenting weight on my prostate, I bury my nose in his crease and drag it down until my chin nudges his balls.
He makes a small, sleepy noise and spreads his thighs, and I leak precum onto the sheets.
“I’m gonna taste you, Rocket,” I whisper against his taint. “If you don’t want it, you’ll have to wake up and stop me.” His breathing hitches slightly as my words tickle the sensitive skin, before settling back into an easy rhythm.
There’s something incredibly sexy about exploring him like this, safe from the doubts and fears that plague his waking mind. In dreams, we are unburdened, and I can be his perfect guy with the perfect cock.Or in this case, the perfect tongue.
Settling between his legs, I spread his cheeks and dive in, fluttering the tip of my tongue gently over his hole. The puckered rim twitches, then softens as I lick over it with slow strokes,savoring his rich, musky taste. I get lost in the texture, teasing the opening with increasingly firm pressure until he lets me past the first ring of muscle to the silky heat inside. When my piercing catches on his rim, another hazy moan reaches my ears, and his hips grind against the bed.
Slipping an arm under his thigh, I snake my hand up to cup his stiffening cock, entranced by the way it swells to fill my palm as I push my tongue deeper into his ass. He rocks in my grip, fucking himself drowsily from both sides, as his breathing picks up and grows erratic.
“Quill?” he mumbles, voice husky with sleep. “What are you…mmm.” The question trails off when I answer by hauling his hips back and plunging my tongue as deep as it can go. The movement pulls his dick off the bed, but the way he fists the pillow and arches his back tells me he’s not missing the friction. Burying his face to muffle his moans, he grinds himself wantonly on my mouth, and I devour every succulent inch I can reach.
Could I make him come like this? My own orgasm nips at the base of my spine, vibrant signals pinging rapidly between the plug filling my ass, the friction of the sheets against my dripping dick, and the eager hole melting open under my mouth. I don’t get a chance to find out how close to the edge I can drive us, however, because the next time I surface for air, he shudders once and pulls himself free of my grip.
Turning as much as he can with me sprawled between his thighs, he props himself on an elbow and fixes me with a look I can’t decipher in the faintly moonlit dark of the room.
He’s fully awake now, and though his rapid breathing and his erection betray his arousal, who knows what’s swum to the surface behind those eyes now that the dream-bubble has popped. Maybe I crossed a line, too impatient and lust-drunkto wake him for consent.
Reluctantly, I drag myself up to a kneeling position, unable to stop a groan when the pressure in my ass increases. I open my mouth to apologize, but the unformed words die in my throat when he sits up, bringing his face level with mine.
“Were you trying to let me sleep through my very first rim job?” he asks, cupping my neck with both hands and rubbing a thumb over my spit-slick mouth. “That hardly seems fair.”
Relief thrums through me at the tease in his tone, straightening my spine, and my lips stretch into a grin.
“I figured this way, if I sucked at it, you’d never know.”
He cocks his head, and I stick my tongue out to flick my barbell over the pad of his thumb.
Tell me I’m good.
Instead of speaking, he hooks his hands behind my knees and hauls me up to straddle his lap. Which is pretty darn close to tossing me around,thank you, Jesus. Slinging my arms over his shoulders, I rut my erection against his, then gasp when he digs his fingers into my ass.
“Careful—oh shit.” My whole body jolts when he brushes the base of the plug, and he stills beneath me.
“What did you do, Quill?” he asks, his curiosity laced with a low menace that has my cock pulsing precum over us both. “You been playing without me?”
“Practicing.” Another, more intentional brush, and my head drops to the crook of his neck. “Keep touching it like that and I might expire before we ever get to the real thing.”
“Likethis?” This time, he circles the base with a finger before tugging it lightly.
“Oh,fuck you,” I gasp, but I’m grinding against him now, chasing the orgasm that’s been riding me since I fit the second finger in my ass.
“I thought you promised I could fuck you first? I wasn’t expecting to do it with a toy, but since you’re obviously too impatient to wait for my cock, I guess I can work with it.”
“Wait, no. That’s not—”
Gripping the base, he pulls the bulb halfway out, watching my face with fascination while I squirm.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, trailing a finger around the thick shape and probing gently at my tightly stretched rim.
“N—no…” I fight to hold myself still, unsure if I want to pull away or rock back and impale myself. This position is a special kind of torture, but it’s not pain that has my thighs trembling and my dick throbbing. He makes the decision for me, pulling the plug the rest of the way out, and my brief flash of relief is followed by a sob at the sudden emptiness. “No,” I say again, but this time it’s a whine.
“Jesus. Look at you,” he marvels. “You love having your ass filled.”
I choke a frantic laugh into his neck. “Yeah, who knew? What are you gonna do about it?”
