Chapter 24
He brushed his face against my cheeks. Euphoria! He rubbed his lips over each tight orb, licking me a little, relishing his work. His strong tongue flicked my tight hole, then trailed teasingly away back over my glutes.
“Deeper,” I whispered, my voice thick, and he mumbled something, the vibrations tickling my oversensitive skin. “Slip it into me, Cord,” I begged him, wanting our sexual bond to last for hours.
Saliva dripped out of me and he lapped it up with his roving tongue. Again and again he darted his face to my hub and tried to fuck me with his mouth. I grunted randomly; nothing comprehensible, of course. His lapping and licking session was blue-ribbon action. The cowboy wasn’t new to this. In fact, he’d probably practiced these ass-adventures with a few queer buddies before me.
I took his tongue like a man, groaning as he pleasured my ass, my sounds echoing in the bunker.