I’ve never felt this free before with anyone, I think wonderingly, and then he kisses me again and tumbles me onto the bed. He comes over me immediately, and we both moan as our cocks rub together, saluting each other with damp pre-come kisses.

I pull away and push his chest. “On your back,” I say, my voice hoarse.

He looks at me for a few seconds and then smirks, falling to his back with a lot more grace than I show as I scramble over the mattress to him, almost falling off the bed in my enthusiasm.

Mags’s smirk vanishes as I lean in, inhaling the rich scent of his pubes before taking his cock head into my mouth and suckling on it like a lollipop.

I’m gratified to see all signs of brain function disappear as he pushes his head into the pillow, his eyes closing. I lick and suck on the head, trailing kisses down the length of his dick before going back to his head, where I suck until it’s glossy with spit and I can taste tangy pre-come. Then I lean in and take his cock down the back of my throat.

He groans as if in pain, and the sound makes my own cock jerk. I push on it to calm the fucker down and suck hard, watching as Mags spreads his legs and pushes up. His hands rise as if he’s going to grab me, but then he reconsiders and lowers them to the mattress. I reach over and hold them. When he opens his eyes, I put his hands on the back of my head, mutely telling him to go ahead. He hesitates for a split second, and then gets with the programme, twining his fingers in my hair and pushing me into his groin.

I gag for a second, and feel my whole body thrumming with desire. I love this. I love being taken over and controlled like I’m serving him.

I suck harder and his hands drop to my shoulders. His nails dig in, hard enough to leave marks, and I pull off his cock panting.

His eyes are hot and knowing. “You like that?” he asks, his voice heavily accented.

I nod and moan as he reaches down and traces his fingers over my hips and arse. He runs one tantalising finger along my crack before pulling back and slapping my arse.

“Bend over the bed,” he commands.

I scramble to obey as he stands up and rifles through the bedside drawer. He throws a condom and a bottle of lube down beside me.

“Open your legs and show me your hole, Laurie,” he orders.

I shiver before complying. The air is cool on my entrance, but I barely notice it as he leans down and licks my crack. I come up on my elbows. “I haven’t had a shower,” I say hoarsely.

“I like the way you smell. Shut up.”