Slayde opened up for him, tongue sliding over the slit of his cock. He shuddered, sensation going through him. His hands found purchase on the headboard, fingers curling around the top. All he had to do was rock lightly forward and his prick pushed at Slayde's lips. Those sweet, hungry lips wrapped around him, tongue sliding on his skin as he was pulled in.
"Fuck…." He had to work to keep his eyes open, but keep them open he did. He didn't want to miss a moment of watching his prick slide in and out of Slayde's mouth.
Every inch of his cock disappeared into the hungry lips, the tip of his cock pushed into the man's throat. Moaning, he rocked back, then pushed in again. Fuck. He could feel the pleasure settling in his belly.
He pushed in a third time, Slayde swallowing around him. Shit, he was about to go off like a fucking rocket. Unable to stop, he pumped in rapidly, coming after only the third or fourth quick thrust. God, he felt like a teenager, like a total… Oh, fuck, Slayde was still sucking, still pulling at him. He wasn't going down and it make him moan out loud, shuddering hard.
Drake couldn't fucking believe this. This man was still sucking, working him like he was a Popsicle or something. "Keeping me hard." Another shudder of pleasure moved through him.
Slayde's answer was a grin, that suction slow.
"You want me to fuck you again?" His prick jerked inside Slayde's mouth.
He felt Slayde's nod all around his cock.
"Fuck yes!" He couldn't wait to be buried inside that tight ass again.
Slayde moaned, tongue slapping and working him. He started moving his hips again, fucking that amazing mouth. His eyelids got heavy, and he watched Slayde's lips around his lips.
"I could come again just from this."
His cock popped free from Slayde's hungry lips. "Then you couldn't fuck me." Slayde sucked him right back in.
"Fuck!" He moved faster, harder, really fucking Slayde's mouth again. Slayde took him, over and over, driving into him. He shook his head. "Stop. You have to stop."
Slayde pulled back, lips swollen and red. "Huh?"
"I'm going to come if you don't." He crawled off the bed and circled the room, breathing hard.
"You okay?" Slayde's eyes followed him, one hand working that sweet cock.
"Trying not to come so I can do you."
"We've got time."
"I appreciate you thinking I can get it up again after coming twice."
"I'm optimistic, hmm?" Slayde was working Drake's cock, base to top, nice and slow.
He groaned, moving back to the bed. "Stuff?"
"Uh-huh. Box." The locked box was pointed out.
"Fucking open it!"
"Don't snap. The key is in the top drawer."
"Don't snap…" Jesus Christ. When he got damn box open, he was going to make Slayde as crazy with need as he was. He unlocked the box with trembling fingers, finding lube, rubbers, a long, fat dildo.
"I can do you better than this," he told Slayde, looking back with a grin. He was truly going to make Slayde fucking want him.
"You can. I have to get myself off somehow."
"I'll get you off, baby." He climbed back onto the bed, eyes on Slayde's hard prick.
"Promise?"
"You fucking know it."
Slayde pushed his cock up, the wet tip shining. Bending, Drake took it in his mouth, tasting the tip.
"Oh, sweet fuck."
Slayde tasted slightly salty and all male. He tasted good. Drake's fingers slid down, and he palmed Slayde's balls. He managed to get the slick open as he tickled the soft skin behind the sensitive orbs. Those lean legs spread, letting him in.
Groaning, he slicked up his fingers and pushed one into Slayde's hole. It made Slayde's prick leak, and he lapped the hot drops up with his tongue.
"Oh, damn." One of Slayde's legs drew up, exposing more.
He sucked hard on Slayde's head, pushing a second finger in with the first. He felt Slayde's desire, all around his fingers. "Gonna make you come so hard."
"Jesus, you're so hot. There's no way you didn't know you were gay. No way."
He frowned up at Slayde. First of all -- why were they talking? Second of all -- didn't know he was gay? What the hell was Slayde talking about?
"What?"
"I thought you were straight. There's no way. No fucking way."
He snorted. "I'm not an idiot -- I know I'm not straight. I've known I wasn't straight since I was eight years old. Even drunk, I wouldn't have come on to you if I was straight." Okay, so he'd been in the closet, but he'd never once given Slayde reason to believe he was straight.
"Oh, good. That makes things so much easier." Slayde pushed up, lips crashing on his.
His first thought was "what?" again, but thinking was highly overrated and he just went with the kissing. Not only that, but Slayde was taking no prisoners, tongue fucking his lips. He sucked on it, slicking up his fingers. Shit, this man was starving. Starving for sex. How could the Perfect Nanny be… this totally sexual man?
Moaning, he pressed a finger inside Slayde's tight heat, loving the way Slayde's body pulled him right in.
"More. More, please."
He slid two more fingers in, stretching Slayde's body to take his cock.
"Yes…" Slayde's face was slack, the needy man riding his touch.
He pushed them in deep. He felt that tiny ring of muscles jerk, squeeze, grip his fingers.
"Can't wait." He needed inside.
"Don't. Ready." Slayde met his eyes. "Been thinking about this all day."
"Fuck." He tugged his fingers out and grabbed a condom, needing two tries to get it on.
Slayde bucked, looking for all the world like he was fucking the air.
"It's more fun if you wait for me." He finally got the condom on and slicked it down.
"God, yes. You fill me up."
Drake grinned. He did.
He settled between Slayde's legs, pressed his prick to that little hole. The man's body opened to him, letting his cockhead pop in. Moaning, he pushed in farther.
"Yes." Slayde's face was slack, focus on that tiny hole.
He found a good rhythm, driving hard and even into
