suction. The pleasure traveled from the crown of my head all the way to my toes, and I hooked one leg around Mal’s waist, desperate to have him as close as possible.
“Not gonna last,” I said. “Fuck, Mal, that’s good.”
Mal just hummed around my cock in acknowledgment, and the vibrations made my eyes roll back. I’d expected him to pull off and finish me with his hands, but apparently that wasn’t Mal’s plan. He just kept sucking me hard and fast, and the wet heat drew me closer and closer to the edge. The hot desire I’d felt all night intensified low in my hips, coiling like a spring.
“Fuck, fuck,” I groaned, with one hand still on his nape and the other at his shoulder.
He took me deep into his mouth, as far as he could go, nearly into his throat. I moaned, low and long as I tumbled over the edge. My orgasm raced through me, and my back arched off the bed as I came down his throat. It was more intense than I’d had in years. Mal worked me through the aftershocks, dragging his tongue over my cock until I tugged desperately at his nape, groaning and oversensitive.
I sprawled pliant on the bed. My mind felt like it was running on half-speed, and my entire body was loose and lazy with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” I said, and my voice was scratchy and fucked-out even to my own ears. I flushed, but not with embarrassment.
Mal grinned with pride as I dragged him back up so we were face to face, and kissed him hard. He sighed into it and his hips shifted restlessly against mine, the line of his hard cock burning hot against my hip. The taste of my own release in his mouth and the knowledge that sucking me off had gotten him this worked up was enough to make my dick twitch in interest again—at my age, that was pretty close to a miracle.
“Your turn,” I growled into his mouth.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, and then nipped at his lower lip just to hear him moan.
I could get used to this. I could get used to this really fast.
15
Mal
Priest looked so gorgeous sprawled out on the bed beneath me. His muscled chest, dusted with gray hair, heaved with his exerted breaths, and a flush spread across his cheeks under his neat beard. He looked so relaxed, lax against the sheets, eyes half-closed like he might fall asleep at any moment.
My cock was still throbbing hard, leaking precum where it was pressed against his thigh. It wouldn’t take much for me to get off—I was already close to the edge just from the pleasure of getting him off. Seeing Priest lose control under my hands and mouth had sent arousal thrumming through me, from the crown of my head all the way to my toes, making me feel hot all over. But there was no urgency to the desire. It just bubbled under the service, warm and pleasurable, and I rocked my hips to press my cock subtly against Priest’s hip.
All I needed was a few lazy kisses, and a few dedicated thrusts against the divot of Priest’s hip, and the arousal running through me would coil into a warm, rich orgasm. I sprawled half-atop him, mouthing lazy kisses at his neck as I thrust into his hip.
“Hm,” Priest said, a low rumble in his chest. “We can’t have that.”
“What?” I asked, confused, but before I even realized what was happening, Priest swiftly lifted himself up and flipped us, so I was the one on my back with his body half-covering mine. He still looked loose and sated, but the sleepiness had disappeared, replaced by a predatory gleam that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Not gonna let you get off like that,” Priest murmured. “Not when I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”
“Fuck,” I said. My toes curled in the sheets as Priest kissed me, then skated one hand down my chest and gripped the base of my cock hard. I gasped as the warm, lazy sense of desire suddenly escalated into a powerful need. His grip wasn’t intended to bring me off, though—it was a promise, pulling me back from the edge, but making me want him more.
“So I’m gonna take my time,” Priest said in between kisses.
“Hopefully not too long,” I muttered.
“I don’t think you’ll be complaining,” Priest teased.
Priest ran his hand up and down my arm as he kissed