“Sneaky bugger,” I said, lifting my head. “Was gonna get you to roll over so I could explore your back before we did this.”
“My back will still be there later. I want in this hot arse as soon as you’re loosened up.”
“You romantic thing, you.”
To show me how romantic he could be, he used his free hand to press my face back to his, the other hand slid in a second finger up my back passage. Seemed the man’s fingers were just as talented as his tongue. I could feel my orgasm building, so I lifted my head, took in a couple of breaths, and told him I was close.
“You’ve got two loads in you.” Cory’s free hand came up and pressed down on the back of my head once again. Meanwhile a third finger was introduced up my arse. For a supposedly straight man, he sure seemed to know what he was doing to stretch a guy. I became even more certain of his prowess when one of his fingers slipped in deeper than the others and grazed my prostate.