Take Me Home

Alex Carrington's lips parted around Dan Hooper's thick cock, taking him deep with a slow, deliberate slide. Dan groaned, his fingers threading through Alex's hair, guiding the rhythm. They savored the stretch, the wet heat building as Alex's tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive underside. Minutes blurred—Alex pulling back to lick broad stripes up Dan's shaft, then sucking hard, cheeks hollowing. Dan's hips bucked, chasing the edge, but he held back, wanting more. He flipped Alex onto his stomach, spreading those firm cheeks wide. His tongue dove in first, rimming with hungry laps, circling the tight pucker before probing inside. Alex arched, moaning into the sheets, his own cock throbbing untouched against the mattress. Dan worked him open, slick and insistent, until Alex begged for it. Dan rose, slicking his length with lube, and pressed in—slow at first, inch by inch, filling Alex completely. They fucked like that for what felt like hours, Dan's thrusts deep and unyielding, pounding that sweet spot until Alex shattered, spilling hot across the bed. Dan followed soon after, burying himself to the hilt, pulsing inside as they collapsed, spent and tangled.