Page 73 of Napkins and Other Distractions
“Are you ready for me to be your good boy?”
Words escape me, and I moan into his neck, turning him toward me. Vincent’s tongue traces my lips before he returns to kissing, and his hands hold our hips firmly together. I’m so ready to ravage this scrumptious man.
We towel off, our hard cocks caught on flying fabric and stimulated by the contact of soft cotton. I keep drying myself until Vincent places his hands over mine and says, “Enough.”
He takes my towel and tosses it into the hamper with his. It lands on the edge, not falling all the way in. He shrugs and pulls me by the hand to his pristinely made bed. Vincent lies on his back and puts his hands behind his head. Not a hair on his body, and his nipples and the head of his cock the same rosy pink, I’m tempted to lick every inch. He’s on full display, and my eyes can’t decide where to land. “Come,” he says, patting the spot next to him.
I lie on my side, pressing against him, and he kisses me. There’s enough pressure to make my cock twitch against his thigh, and an adorable laugh spills from his plump lips.
“What do you want to do?” he asks.
Ask for what you want. Ruth’s words swirl in my head. I’m a grown man. More than grown. There’s no harm in asking.
“Would you like to sit on my face?”
Vincent kisses me again, harder this time, his lips pressed on mine, and when he pulls away, he takes tiny nibbles at my lower lip. “I’d love that.”
Gently, he pushes me on my back and climbs over me on all fours. Facing the foot of the bed, he lowers himself back, pauses, and says, “Ready?”
His ass, about a foot away from my face, the familiar orange and honey swirls, and all I can think to reply is, “Fuck yes.”
Bracing himself on the bed, he maneuvers into position. My hands grab his waist, guiding him back. With my head propped up on two pillows, I rest my neck and start by giving each ass cheek a little kiss.
“Your ass is so fucking sweet.” I pepper his soft skin with kisses. “I’m going to devour it.”
Vincent’s breath hitches, and he shivers, but he stays where my mouth can reach him. Repeating the motion from the shower, I use my hands to spread his cheeks. But this time, my tongue takes over, licking the pink skin around Vincent’s hole. He’s calm. Still. His hard cock hangs down, brushing the hair on my chest occasionally, letting me know how turned on this makes him.
“Vincent?”
“Uh, huh?” He sounds intoxicated.
“If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me.” Once again, I give his cheek a small kiss. “Understand?”
“Okay.”
And with that, I spread him wider than before, take a breath, and dive in. My lips kiss the entire perimeter. Dotting wetness on every spot. Finally, landing on his gorgeous hole, the whiskers of my beard brush the sensitive skin, and his body pulls slightly, but he doesn’t protest. My tongue enters him, and again he shudders. “Fuck, Kent. Fuck.”
He likes it. Loves it, maybe. I do my best to stick my tongue as deep as it will go, slurping, licking, flicking, and lapping up all I can of Vincent Manda’s hot gripping hole. My cock, throbbing from the pleasure of eating him out, calls for attention, and I let go of one cheek to reach down and jerk myself off.
“Let me,” he says, pulling my hand off.
I move it back to join my other hand in keeping him spread open, and his mouth, his fucking delectable mouth, kisses the tip of my cock. The sensitive head, so grateful for the touch but wanting more. My hips rise as I go back to devouring Vincent’s ass.
Slowly, Vincent takes more of my dick in his mouth until he’s as far as he can go without choking. There’s a gagging noise, and he pulls off. I quickly stop and ask, “You okay?”
He turns his beautiful beet-red face around and replies, “I’m awesome. I love choking on your massive cock.”
Okay, then. I caress his cheek, damp with spit, taking his beautiful face in.
“You suck it like such a good boy.”
I’ve fallen right into this dirty talk with him. Each word dispatches more blood to my dick. I resume coloring the inside of his hole with my tongue, and Vincent goes back to blowing me. Small grunts and choking noises escape his lips, but he’s definitely enjoying himself, so I don’t pause again.
Pushing himself up, he shifts to jerking himself off. With his body raised, gravity takes over, and his ass completely covers my face. My mouth attaches to his hole like a siphon, with my tongue working overtime to keep him pleasured.
“Deeper,” he moans, and I ram my tongue in further. “There you go. I love being good for you.”
Exploring his warm sweetness makes my heart race, and I’d be content to stay this way forever. He gently rocks back and forth, helping me fuck his hole even deeper. My beard becomes a sloppy mess, but Vincent seems to enjoy it. His fingers crawl through my chest hair, lost in the moment. If I looked up heaven in the dictionary, I’d expect to see a photo of Vincent Manda riding my face like a professional surfer on a massive wave.
