Yearn A. Ellis (carter reed .TXT) 📖

I gripped his braids and tilted his head up. “Better get on your knees, I’ve got some face-fucking to do.”

Watching Dre kneel before me, fist my cock, and suck me deep was a view I’d never get tired of. The last time he’d had his lips stretched around my cock had been lava-hot and fueled by anger. This time, the heat and intensity still burned, but my thrusting hips were spurred on by something other than anger. Lust and desire flowed through me as Dre swallowed me deep and fondled my balls.

“You can go harder,” Dre panted when he popped off my hard, spit-slick dick.

Grabbing the back of his head, I directed him back to the task at hand and groaned as my cock slipped between his waiting lips. Setting a hard and deep rhythm, I fucked Dre’s face, never once looking away from his rich brown eyes and the way his lips covered my shaft.

Something sparked in my chest as my balls drew up tight and Dre gagged on my dick. Had any sex ever felt like this?

Pushing away the thought and focusing only on getting off, I increased my speed. A few more thrusts and my head fell back against the door as my release exploded from me, coating Dre’s waiting tongue.

Barely able to catch my breath, I yanked Dre to stand and licked a trickle of cum from the corner of his mouth before attacking his lips and plunging my tongue deep. The mix of my release and Dre’s essence was a heady taste and I wanted to dine on him forever.

“You like tasting your cum on my tongue,” Dre said with a smirk as we broke apart. “Even last time, all angry and tough, you kissed me right after.”

A part of me wanted to bristle and defend and claim it wasn’t true, but the anger and fire had left me and I just shrugged. “You’re a good kisser.” I pushed him to the edge of the bed and knelt to the floor between his legs. “I know I like my cum on your tongue, now I need to know if yours on mine tastes just as good.”

Dre made a sexy noise as he propped up on his elbows to watch.

I took his thick cock in hand and stroked. “Damn, talk about a monster.” He wasn’t as long as me, but he was thicker and my ass clenched at the thought of taking him deep.

“Suck me,” Dre ordered, but the demand sounded more like a plea as he licked his lips and watched me with those deep brown eyes.

Blaine hadn’t been a fan of blow jobs and always wanted to move straight to me pounding his ass. We’d both always gotten off, but I’d missed having my mouth stuffed with a big, fat cock.

Flicking my tongue over his leaking slit, I hefted Dre’s heavy balls before sliding my lips over his crown and taking him deep to the root. Casting my gaze up at Dre, I laved his silky, hard cock with my tongue and reveled in the fact that I was the one who had him groaning and gripping the sheets. It had been a very long time since I felt wanted and powerful in the bedroom and watching Dre come undone as my mouth worked him over sent currents of yearning for more through my veins.

Gripping Dre’s thighs, loving the feel of his hot flesh under my palms, I bobbed my head up and down his length, enjoying his grunting and panting as I sucked him deep.

“Fuck,” Dre bit out. “Fuck. Gonna come.”

Squeezing one of his hips, I encouraged him to thrust up as I fondled his tight balls and teased a finger toward his ass. With my finger pressing against his taint, Dre moaned and unloaded on my tongue. Thick, hot spurts filled my mouth.

Moving to stand, I leaned over Dre on the mattress and kissed him hard and deep, spreading his release between us and savoring the flavor. The kiss was hot and slow, languidly soaking up the last bursts of pleasure before our sated bodies begged for sleep.

“Showers? Meet back here?” Dre suggested, his words soft and sluggish.

“Mhm, sounds good.”

“Want you to bend me over this bed and fuck me until I’m screaming,” Dre murmured.

“Fuuuuck.” Even as drained as I was, my dick attempted to twitch to life at the vision Dre painted for me. “Better hope my shower gives me some energy.”

“Just figured we don’t often get an empty house around here so we better take advantage.” Dre pushed at my chest and we stood. “No telling when we’ll have the place to ourselves again.”

I reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Pretty sure we’ve had to suffer through listening to nearly everyone in this house have sex, they can deal.”

“Are we telling people we’re fucking?” Dre asked.

I shrugged. “Doesn’t seem like we need to make an official announcement. If they suspect and ask, no need to lie. You okay with that?”

Dre nodded. “Cooper is going to have a heyday.”

I scoffed. “Yeah, he’ll be the worst. Luckily, he doesn’t live here so maybe he won’t find out for a while.”

“Ten bucks says he’ll notice tomorrow.”

Laughing and grabbing a towel, I asked, “How?”

Dre waggled his brows and shot a look at my dick. “After you rail me with that? No way he won’t call me out for walking funny.”

I rolled my eyes and flicked the towel toward him. “Go take your shower. We have things to do.”

As I made my way down the stairs to use the second-floor bathroom, a strange feeling washed over me. Interacting with Dre without the animosity was the most surreal experience; I’d disliked him for so long, but now I found myself in a situation where not only did I enjoy the physical contact, I actually found myself not hating the idea of spending time with him.

Clearly the sex endorphins had my head all sorts of