✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

19. One of Those Times Blake Got Butterflies (M)

Of course, that was a nice fantasy, but God if it wasn't sexy as hell. Blake knew that his odds of convincing Vance to let him pound that cute little ass were slim to nothing; no guy Blake had ever met wanted to be fucked, so that was why Blake was typically the one taking it. He was ready to play catcher for Vance, too, but the thought of pitching was really too good to not think about. Blake knew that he could definitely make it good for him. Could definitely hit that prostate dead-on on every thrust. Could definitely have Vance tightening up and whimpering Blake's name.

God, it was a pipe-dream, but it was exciting enough that Blake was just going to push and see how far Vance would let him go.

Blake pulled his mouth off, but he let his fingers keep massaging right under the balls. Vance wasn't a big fan of this development, but he was pacified with a handjob synced up with every caress against that sensitive spot. Blake got up to purr directly into Vance's ear, "Such a hot little slut for me. You're so goddamn sexy when you're feeling good."

He inhaled sharply like Blake's words had hit him. Those sexy little hips were still rocking into Blake's fingers, stuttering every time he hit his sweet spot just right. If Blake's fingers were a few inches off, Vance could easily be fucking himself on Blake's fingers. The thought put a crazy thrill in him.

"Can you see how hard I am, baby? I hadn't even touched myself while I was sucking you off, but you could still drive me crazy with that sweet little mouth." Vance's face had buried itself in Blake's shoulder, muffling little whimpers into his shirt. His skin was burning hot like he had a fever. Blake nipped the tip of his ear and delighted in the little yelp. "You know what I'm touching, baby? I'm rubbing your prostate. It's a little spot right behind your dick, and I can train it to make you see heaven."

"Blake," he moaned into his shirt, both hands gripping tight in the fabric.

"It might feel good here, but I can rub it better somewhere else." Blake's voice was all roughed up from how aroused he was from all this, and it probably tickled Vance's eardrum in the right way because he shivered against him. "I can stroke it from the inside."

"In-Inside?"

"Yup. Right here." Blake stopped stroking Vance's cock to tap on the spot below his belly button where the prostate should be. He caressed the spot, and the muscles there twitched. So fucking sexy. "Through your ass."

"My...." Vance sputtered. "That's—you're going to—"

"I'm gonna put my mouth back on your cock and take you all the way in until my throat is massaging your tip. Then, I'm going to ease just one single finger into you and hit your sweet spot over and over until you cum in my mouth." Blake pressed a kiss against Vance's temple and grinned against his skin. "Hm? Would you let me, baby?"

"Ah, it—it's dirty," he gasped, squirming under him. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no. There was an opening, and Blake had his foot in the door.

"You said the same thing about your dick, but here we are. Come on, baby, I wanna show you I'm as good with my hands as I am with my mouth." Blake coated his words in honey as he coaxed Vance into letting him sink a digit into his most intimate spot. "Come on, would you please let me inside, sweetheart?"

Still, Vance seemed on the fence.

"How about I just touch you outside first? If you don't like that, then I won't ask again." Blake kissed his cheek. "Okay? How about that?"

"Nn, ah, okay," he mumbled into his shoulder.

"You want that? Is it okay, sweetheart? Or do you just want me to only suck you?"