Slowly, he settled back onto the mattress, bracing his heels against the edge of the bed. Without having to hold AJ’s legs up, Tyrone slid his hand down to fist AJ’s cock, pulling it at the same tempo he fucked him with his tongue.
“You do this, and I’m going to come before you even get inside me,” AJ said.
He felt Tyrone’s smile tattooed against his skin. “I’m already inside you.”
“You know what I mean.”
“So do you.”
Fingers joined Tyrone’s tongue. AJ had tried playing with himself in preparation of what it was going to feel like being penetrated again, but that had been nothing compared to this. This burned. Everywhere. He felt knuckles scraping against his walls, fingernails scratching. He felt pressure at his opening where Tyrone’s hand pushed against his ass, and the thought that his cock was even thicker than that made him clench.
“Oh, God,” Tyrone moaned. “Please tell me you are not changing your mind about this. Because I can’t stop thinking about how tight you are.”
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