Page 71 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
His hands move to the knot in my towel just as his lips press to my ear.
“You ready, baby?” he asks, voice hot and dripping with desire, but these words are mine alone, spoken too low to be picked up by the mic.
I respond by pulling his head back and smashing our lips together. The show of aggression makes him tremble, makes fresh precum spurt from his dick while he rubs it against my stomach.
“I think needy boys need to learn to wait their turn.”
I catch the little grin he hides from the camera by making his way back down my neck before lying flat on his stomach on the mattress. He doesn’t ask permission before dropping my towel to the floor and swallowing my dick whole in one movement.
The hot cavern of his mouth begs to be fucked and abused, but that’s not the plan. I let him hold me there, dick poised at the entrance of his throat but not sinking any deeper.
It’s an intense moment: me still holding him by the hair but stroking along his face and throat with my other hand. His eyes are closed, a low rumble in his throat and the kitten licks of his tongue are enough to do me in and beg him to get on with it.
I give us both a few more seconds, then twist my wrist, making Dex pop off with a groan.
“Flip.”
I drop my hands to my sides and step back so he has room, and seeing Dex lying there, with his head hanging off the bed just waiting for my cock?
Thank god for my seemingly endless stamina.
I try not to acknowledge the camera as Dex grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me close. His fingers wrap around my twitching shaft, which is dark and dripping from the teasing. He places my tip to his parted lips, and unlike before, he feeds it into the back of his throat at a slow, relaxed pace.
Once I’m seated, he brings both hands up to squeeze my glutes, rocking me out and in with a steady rhythm. It would be entirely too easy to get lost in Dex’s mouth, to let that expert tongue coax me to orgasm, and he’d smile afterwards and tell me how perfect I was.
But I want to give him more. I want to give him everything he’s asked for.
With one hand supporting the back of his head, I lean over him and pop the tip of his dick into my mouth. I’m careful to watch my placement, and Dex knows a tap on my ass is his quick signal for me to pull out, but he just hums around my dick, licking along the shaft without a care in the world.
I’ve got him drenched in precum and spit in no time, giving him shallow thrusts and spending way too much time tonguing at his slit and sucking the head like I could drink his cum from the tap.
My legs are shaking, and we both gasp for air when I back out of his throat. Dex’s face is a splotchy red that travels from his cheeks to his neck and down his chest, which heaves with every gulp of air.
“I could take your dick forever,” I say as I drop to my knees and press my mouth to his, catching the possessive thrust of his tongue between my teeth. “But your hole needs to be prepped. You wanna make it good for all your viewers, don’t you?”
He lets me guide him up the bed and position him so his ass is on display for the camera. The angle we worked out is tricky for me to get the job done, but I’m lean and flexible enough to do it. We may have practiced a time or two.
Just to get it right, of course.
Not because I like making Dex come more than he thinks he can.
Once he’s situated on his back with his feet planted on the mattress and knees spread, I straddle his chest in reverse and stroke his trembling thighs.
I peek at the chat window Dex has open on his laptop, and the absolutely filthy things people are saying about us makes my face heat. I don’t know how he reads shit like this and smiles and laughs like someone didn’t just say they want to gangbang him.
I shake it off and focus back on the man beneath me, the one squirming like his impatience is going to make this go any faster.
“I’m gonna open you up now. Gonna play with your hole and show all these lovely people how good you are. You have two options. You’re welcome to lie there and let me pleasure you until you can take my dick, or you can eat me out while I work you open.”
Dex’s cock bounces against his stomach, smearing a stickiness that I can’t stop myself from licking up. It draws a heady, heavy moan from Dex, morphing into a whine when I suck the head of his cock clean.
My fingers on his inner thighs have him splaying them wider—cock, balls, and hole on full display for the world to see. It’s fucking beautiful. Even more so when those thick thighs strain as I stroke his cock nice and slow, coating my hand with all the arousal he’s leaking.
Dex seems perfectly content to lie there and take it, making sinful noises as I smear his own fluid over his hole. Through a mix of spit, precum, and lube—which Dex already had waiting for me—I fuck into his hole with my fingers, spearing them in and stretching him wide.
When I hold him open is when the chat starts pinging off the charts, and Dex’s tap to the back of my thigh has me peering over my shoulder to check in with him. There’s nothing but arousal in his gaze. Arousal and that special haze he seems to go in when I take charge.
“Ass, please, baby. You said I could have it.”
