Page 20 of Husband of the Year
“That’s all you thought about all day?” I poke my cock at his hole,my finger carefully pulling out. “No meetings? No work? Wow. A day of only thinking about my dick.”
Olan laughs, a tiny bit of saliva gathering in the corner of his mouth, and I pull him down to suck it off.
He pulls back, keeping his face close. “Now, can you pound me? Please?”
“Always such a gentleman, Mr. Stone.”
Olan sits up, positioning my cock at his entrance and gently guides me inside his welcoming hole. My shoulders drop as my dick enters him fully. The physical pleasure marries the emotional connection and yup, fucking Olan is right up there with… being fucked by Olan. Our bodies become one, moving in rhythm as the music swells, urging us on.
“You really missed me,” I say, thrusting up as he moves down. “You’re so…”
“Open.”
“I was going to say horny, but yes, open works.”
I chuckle and Olan slips a finger into my mouth. As I suck it, teasing the tip like what I wish I could do to his cock as it flaps with each bounce, his voice, low and deep, says, “I’m addicted to this. You.”
With my lips wrapped around his finger, tasting his sweet skin, I’m unable to reply, but I’m thrilled to be his only addiction. If only I studied gymnastics instead of teaching, maybe I’d be flexible enough to suck Olan while fucking him. Maybe that should’ve been my new goal.
We quickly find a rhythm, and the sensation of being buried inside Olan somehow awakens a raw vulnerability within me. I reach up and he weaves his fingers with mine, and I take a deep sigh, wishing we could stay like this forever.
“Okay, I need a respite.” With a heavy breath, he falls next to me, and I immediately turn and kiss his brow, damp with sweat.
“Respite.” The word comes out of my mouth as an echo, and I’m not sure Olan Stone could be any more of a sexy nerd if he tried.
He takes my slick cock in his hand and strokes it as his lips find my chest, sucking and flicking his masterful tongue on my nipple. He knows how hard it makes me and he’s quickly applying more lube to my dick, speeding everything up.
“Wait. I want to fuck you more. Is that okay?”
Olan’s head pops up like he’s just heard the starting whistle at a race.
“Yes. Absolutely. Affirmative. How?”
“Why don’t you get on all fours? Does that sound good?”
“Nope. Not good.” He springs up and positions himself, wagging his plump ass to spur me on. “Fantastic.”
“Who’s adorable now?” I ask.
The horns and strings on an alternate instrumental mix of “I Want You” provide the perfect soundtrack for what we’re about to do.
Moving behind him, I spread him open, taking in the view. Olan’s love for bottoming was not something I ever expected. Especially that first day we met in the conference room at school. Although when I saw his ass in those khakis, stretching and taking up every inch, I certainly fantasized about this exact situation. A flush of heat shoots up from my core, spreading through my chest. While I know our bedtime is looming, right now I’d like nothing more than to sit and stare at Olan’s beautiful ass for all eternity.
“Your hole is spectacular,” I say. “Would you like me to take a picture and show you?”
Olan chuckles and says, “I’ll take your word for it.”
I lean over, spit, and use my fingers to spread and push it into him, adding to the slickness of the lube.
“Do you need more?” I ask.
“Fucking? Please.”
“No.” I laugh at his concreteness. “Lube.”
“Oh. No, I think there’s a sufficient amount. Go for it.”
“Let’s just make sure you’re ready,” I say, and ram my tongue insidehim. The warmth of his body takes me in as he relaxes, allowing me to taste the sweetness of where my cock was a few minutes ago. What if my dick could taste? Jill convinced me to read a monster romance once and there was a Kraken who could taste with his arms. All eight of them. Which he also used to fill every orifice of his partner. Who knew tentacles could be so hot? Jill. She always knows.
