The moment his orgasm stilled, Ash had him on his stomach, draped over the side of the bed, his legs spread. The cool comforter felt good against his hot chest, abdomen and his satiated, limp cock.

Ash’s hands caressed the backs of his legs as he positioned himself between them. When Ash lapped the folds of his ass and teased the opening of his anus with his tongue, he clutched the blanket beneath his hands, grabbing handfuls of the material. Again Ash laved his crack and stroked his opening. He writhed under his head, but Ash held fast to him and continued his assault. His tongue extended and licked the backs of his balls and then back to his ass. Ash edged a finger into the opening of his anus, then slowly slid in a second finger, stroking his ass with the one hand and slipping his other under Bobby Joe. Bobby Joe tensed for a second when Ash’s fingers wrapped around his cock and kneaded it, but relaxed as blissful sensations traversed through his pelvic region, hardening him again and bringing him to the edge of passion once more.

“Um, Ash, if you keep this up I won’t have anything left to give to you.”

“That’s quite all right. For now it’s all about you and your pleasure.”