“Mm, you love my tongue, don’t you?”
Luca accentuated every hoarse word with squeezes of Gus’s ass. Light kneading at first, but the pressure increased until Gus moaned. If Luca kept this up, he’d have to walk off the dance floor with tented pants.
“And when you’re just about to shoot…when you beg me to cum…”
“What?” Gus breathed.
“You know what.”
Gus closed his eyes and tried to force the image of Luca behind him out of his mind. This was not the time to imagine Luca’s scratchy tongue caressing his hole, driving him crazy with desire.
“I’ll bend you over and lick every inch of your fine ass.” As if to illustrate, he fluttered his tongue in Gus’s ear and breathed heavily.
Gus could almost feel the hot breath on his ass. “Oh, my God.” He panted and shifted his hips, trying to get more room for his hard cock. His breath hitched as a curious finger closed in on his hole. Surely Luca wouldn’t…?