My Grumpy Old Bear - Jayda Marx Page 0,55

and jiggled my face back and forth. Brooks cursed aloud and tipped his ass back to meet me. I flashed a smile before clamping my lips around his rim and sucking hard, while poking my tongue against his pucker in a quick, staccato rhythm.

“Fuck!” His skin vibrated beneath me as he groaned the word.

I lapped and sucked, nipped and licked until Brooks was chanting a string of curses and moans. I stiffened my tongue and pierced it inside him, and my lover screamed out loud. Up until this moment, I only tasted his clean skin and a hint of his woodsy soap from the shower, but when I entered him, I got the subtle flavor of his natural muskiness and it was delicious.

“Oh god, Noah, please...eat me…” My cock hardened even more at hearing my big man beg for it. I rocked my chin back and forth, thrusting my tongue inside him. I wiggled the tip, pressing in as deeply as possible while Brooks pushed back for more. There was only one way I could reach him where he needed to be touched.

My lover whimpered as I pulled my tongue free of his opening. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.” I coated my fingers with the slippery oil and touched a fingertip to his hole. “Just relax and let me make you feel good. If it’s too much, say the word and everything stops, okay?” Brooks nodded his agreement.

I slipped my digit inside him and moaned at the way his tight channel hugged and drew me in. I could only imagine what it would feel like wrapped around my dick. I slowly pushed in until the palm of my hand butted against his cheek.

“This okay?” Brooks nodded frantically. I pulsed my finger back and forth slowly along his channel, letting him get used to the intrusion. A naughty grin crossed my lips and I curled my finger down towards his stomach.

“Holy shit!” he cried, his entire body jerking.

“You like that, baby? That’s your sweet spot.” I grinded my finger along the soft lump of his prostate gland as he moaned and clutched at the blankets. When my hand stopped abruptly, Brooks looked back at me with wide, desperate eyes. “You want more?”

“Fuck yes,” he panted. “Noah, it feels so good. You make me feel ahhhhh-” his words were lost when he moaned his pleasure as I slid a second slick finger inside him. I circled and scissored my digits, loosening his muscles before pressing back down on his pleasure center. I stroked his sweet spot until he was once again panting and groaning, pushing his hips back toward me. My man needed more.

“Do you want me to rub it with my dick?” As I asked, I pressed firmly against his channel. “Do you want me inside you? I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll fill you up and make you come. Do you want it, baby?” I loved getting Brooks worked up with my dirty talk, but I was also checking his comfort. He’d never done anything like this; as much as I wanted to share this with him and be the first (and hopefully last) man to be inside him, I’d never push. It was his choice.

Brooks took a few deep breaths. “Yes,” he answered firmly. “I want you to fuck me, Noah.”

I slowly pulled my fingers from his body as he groaned in protest. I slathered my dick in oil and tossed the bottle to the floor, where something caught my eye. I leaned over to grab the blue towel Brooks was wearing when he came out of the shower.

I lay the towel beside Brooks and shimmied off my boxers. I leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to the scar that ran down his lower back and whispered, “Pop up on your knees for me, baby.”

Brooks did as I asked, steadying himself on his hands and knees. This would be the most comfortable position for him to take my dick for the first time. Plus, I had a plan to keep pressure off of his back.

“You look so beautiful,” I told him as I caressed the flesh of his ass. “So sexy on display for me.” I tickled my hands down his cheeks and over his balls, drawing a deep moan from his lips. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and gave him a few slow pulls.

“Oh, Noah,” he moaned, tipping his head to the ceiling. “That feels amazing.”

“You just wait, baby. I’m gonna