Chapter 12

Holding that shaft, licking up and down its length, cupping Dale’s balls—even his sack was shaved—it made me giddy. I loved it. I could have spent all night between his legs, worshipping his piece.

Apparently, though, my ministrations only just scored a passing grade. Dale had to warn me off using my teeth a couple of times; the third time he whacked me on my ear.

“Ow, dude!” I exclaimed, “I’m not tryingto bite you—ease up.”

“Whatever. Get your tongue up here.” He pulled me by the armpits back on top of him. We kissed, more aggressively than before. Not appreciating the irony, I’m sure, Dale began biting me. Lips, tongue, cheek. He even moved to my ear, clamping down on my earlobe. I gasped. But it turned me on, too, so I didn’t stop him.

His hands were kneading my butt cheeks, circling closer and closer to my crack. Distracted, as I was, by the biting, I jumped when I felt his fingertips push between my cheeks, stroking my hole.

“Y’okay?” He breathed in my ear.