60. Matthias

60

MATTHIAS

" F uck, Ciaran," I moaned as I spread Ciaran's ass cheeks. "Look at this glorious, virgin hole. I wish you could see what I see."

Ciaran's hole was a thing of beauty. A perfect little pert hole with soft blond hair on either side of his inner cheeks.

If I didn't go slow, I'd mow down my boyfriend and I didn't want to do that.

My hot breath ghosted over his exposed skin and Ciaran shivered in anticipation.

I kissed either side of his ass cheeks and licked inward. My tongue skimmed above and below his entrance, and then on either side, gliding over the soft hair, but never directly on that spot.

"Matty!" Ciaran grunted over his shoulder. "You're killing me."

"I'm just getting my appetite ready, babe. You have the most perfect hole I've ever seen. Can you blame me for enjoying the view?"

I placed a gentle kiss on his hole.

Ciaran gurgled in response, which I felt all the way down to my bones.

"Hmm," I said against his skin. I skated my nose along his crack. "That was a baby kiss. I plan to eat your ass slowly. God, you smell amazing. Can't wait to get my tongue inside you."

"Then fucking do it already," he panted.

"So impatient, babe. I love it. If I suffocate while feasting on your hole, just know I died a happy man."

Ciaran's laugh was cut short when I used the flat of my tongue directly over his hole.

His whimpers turned to sobs of pleasure when I didn't let up. Instead, I placed more pressure on my tongue, lapping against his hole in a continuous erotic assault.

The bedsheets were balled up in his fists as he pressed his ass in my face. His face was in the mattress, which muffled his babbling. Watching him come undone was priceless.

Good boy, I thought. I didn't know how Ciaran would respond to verbal praise, so I keep that thought to myself.

But dear lord he was tight.

"Relax, sweetheart." I speared him with the tip of my tongue before gently sucking on his hole. Saliva was dribbling down his balls. "Let me in."

Ciaran's body trembled but I felt the second he relaxed. "Better?" he asked.

I speared him again and my tongue was able to breach his tight muscle.

Ciaran moaned into the mattress as he relaxed and melted into my touch.

"Oh yeah, baby," I groaned. "That's good. So good."

I lapped, kissed, and sucked on his hole without any sense of hurry, even as Ciaran kept pressing himself into me. Suffocation might be a real concern. I almost had the thought of lying down and letting him sit on my face. Next time.

I took it as a personal victory when my tongue slid fully into the heart of him. I was getting high on his unique taste and scent, his essence seeping into my soul. My dick was so hard I worried I'd come just from tongue-fucking Ciaran.

I wriggled my tongue inside his hole, which turned Ciaran into a fucking puddle of moans, grunts, and gurgles as he begged for my fingers.

"Matty—" he implored.

The noises coming from his lips ramped up my lust for him. His cock was leaking a fuck ton of pre-cum. I had the urge to dip under and take him in my mouth, just to give him a little relief, but I suspected he was on the cusp of climax.

I wanted to be inside him when he came. I wanted him to scream my name because I sure as hell was going to shout his.

"Please," Ciaran implored again, his voice a hoarse whisper. He was rocking back into my tongue like it might magically grow a few inches in length based on his desire alone. "Finger me. You promised ," he cried, his tone teasing but also accusatory, "that when I was soft and relaxed you'd finger fuck me."

"You have a point, babe. I did promise. Gimme a sec to get the lube." I leaned over to the nightstand to retrieve the lube bottle and a strip of condoms. "It doesn't have to lead to sex," I said when his eyes found mine. "Best to have them nearby if we decide to go through with it, but you can say no at any time."

"I know, but I don't think I'll say no, Matty. Open me with your fingers, please."

His begging sent shocks of pleasure through me. Ciaran was on his way to becoming a power bottom. "I'll be gentle."

I coated my fingers and Ciaran's hole with lube before pressing a finger in his tight heat.

"Fuck," we both said at the same time.

Almost instantly, Ciaran thrust back onto my finger and started fucking himself.

His moans turned my insides molten. I could get off just by watching him take my finger.

"Your hole sucked up my finger, babe. God, you are so hot taking me like that. I think you're ready for two. Is that okay?"

"Yes," Ciaran hissed. He was up on all fours now, his head thrown back, panting. A sheen of sweat coated his back. I wanted to glide my tongue up his spine to taste that sweat.

Instead, I kissed his lower back as I introduced a second finger.

"How's that?" I asked. "Feeling okay?"

"Stings a little," Ciaran admitted, "but it's already receding."

Ciaran moved slower as he adjusted to the slight sting as I scissored my fingers inside his tight channel. He'd need to get comfortable with three fingers before I'd fuck him.

I wanted to find that magic little button and rock his world. I crooked my fingers ever so slightly and connected with his prostate.

Ciaran's loud, guttural groan could have woken the dead. He arched his back and I saw the renewed stream of pre-cum dribble onto the sheets.

Everything about him was sexy.

He started fucking my fingers with gusto.

"Christ that feels unreal," Ciaran cried out. "Every time you hit my prostate I see stars and fear I'm gonna pass out from too much pleasure." He slowed his actions to turn his head. "Can someone overdose from too much pleasure?"

"Probably," I said with a stupid grin. "I'm flatlining just from watching you enjoy yourself."

"Using the dildo never felt like this." He thrust back again and moaned. I watched as his eyes fluttered close. "I think I'm ready for three fingers."

Leaning forward, I kissed his shoulder. "I got you, babe," I whispered in his ear. "Tell me if it's too much."

I had no reason to doubt him. Ciaran knew his body. His entrance was warmed up and relaxed. He just needed a bit more stretching so that I didn't hurt him.

Adding more lube to the mix, I slowly added the third finger.

Ciaran hissed with discomfort. I'd angled myself so I could see his face and his reactions. He was wincing so I gently withdrew my fingers.

"Too much?" I asked. I massaged his lower back while my thumb gently rubbed against his softened, glistening hole to maintain a soothing contact.

"No, I mean, yes. It burns but it also feels good. Is that normal?"

"It is. We'll go even slower. That is, if you want to continue."

He smiled at me over his shoulder and my heart sang.

"I want you in me." He gave a pointed stare to his ass. "Get those fingers back inside me."

With a chuckle, I kissed his lower back as I started with two fingers before adding the third. Within a minute, Ciaran was rocking back on my three fingers. I loved watching my fingers disappear inside his slick hole.

"God, I'm dying to fist myself and come like this," he growled. "But I want your cock in me, Matty, filling me up. I'm soooo close. It won't take long."

Honestly, I was shocked we'd made it this far without coming all over each other.

When I didn't respond right away, Ciaran's movement faltered when he asked, "You do want to fuck me, right?"

I almost laughed. Did I want to fuck Ciaran Galbraith? Might as well ask me if I wanted the sun to rise or to qualify for the US Swim Team?

"Desperately," I said. "I'm just thinking about how I want you."

Ciaran took control by easing himself away from me, turning, and laying flat on his back. His heated eyes and flushed body pinned me to the spot.

Ciaran pulled his knees up to his chest, presenting me with such a pretty picture that I wanted to commit it to memory. "Beautiful," I murmured.

He was definitely a power bottom.

"I want to see your face when I come," Ciaran said, his voice thick and husky. "And I want to watch you come, too."

Sheathing my cock in a condom, I said, "Your wish is my command, Ciaran."

His smile was a blissed out one.

I slicked my cock with lube and drizzled more over Ciaran's exposed entrance. Lining up against his hole, I pressed against his ring of muscle before leaning over him so that I could kiss him.

How did I get so lucky?

"I love you," I whispered.

I captured his throaty gasp on my lips when I started pushing.