He had strong thumbs, calluses on the pads of his long fingers, big knuckles, short trimmed nails, and a light dusting of hair on the back near his wrists. The hair trailed away up his arms, muscular under the rolled up shirt sleeves. The sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up because he was kneading bread dough. You sat at the breakfast counter and watched. You were wiped out from the week and were blankly staring at those strong hands. He didn’t seem to mind and just kept softly talking about his day. You nodded occasionally, and both of you knew that you weren’t listening. This was fine.
You had your chin in your hand, and as you stared at his hands you couldn’t help imagining sucking the taste of yeast off his fingers. Without noticing you brought your fingertips up and traced them over your lips.
He slowed, “Could you not do that?” You looked up and saw him staring down at the dough, blushing.
“Do what?” You asked, genuinely not knowing.
“That thing you’re doing with your fingers and lips. It’s distracting.”
“Oh it is, is it?” You got a crafty look in your eye as you came around the corner. He smiled, but didn’t look up as you boosted yourself up on the counter. “Well, I’ll have you know that what you’re doing with your hands now is quite distracting too.”
“What? Kneading bread?”
“Uh, huh,” you reached out and took the hand closest to you and brought it to your lips. You brushed his fingers along your lips as you said, “Your hands are very sexy.” You looked in his eyes as you drew one of his fingers into your mouth. His eyes were pinned vacantly to your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. The taste of yeast filled your senses and you laved your tongue eagerly over the pads. There was a pause as you sucked his finger and noticed how he was suddenly panting. He put his other hand to the back of your neck and pulled you forward. He slid his finger deliciously over your lips, drawing it out, before leaving your mouth with a pop. You leaned forward with the motion and he tilted his head down to you. You arched your back and pressed your chest to his as he kissed you.
He reached between you and started undoing your pants. “So… you like my hands, huh?”
“Yeah, I’d say so.” You tried to match his voice in casualness, but the tremor gave you away. It wasn’t your fault that he had started rubbing circles against your lower stomach. He brought one of his hands up and cupped your cheek, edging closer and closer to your sex with the other hand.
You turned your head and caught his thumb between your teeth. To be fair, he only flinched a little. You looked up into his eyes and winked. He grinned back before gently taking away his thumb and pressing his middle finger between your lips. He rubbed the pad up and down your tongue as he finally lightly stroked your sex. You felt your eyelids droop as you lost yourself in the sensation. Drool pooled in your mouth, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. He worked the hem of your underwear down and you shimmied helpfully. The cloth fell to the floor as he pressed his face closer to yours. At the same time he used his hand to open your mouth wider. He took away his fingers and replaced them with his lips. You kissed him eagerly, just enjoying the way he stroked you. It was with little surprise you realized that you could get off just like this.
Of course he wouldn’t just leave it as is though. He took the finger that was slicked with your saliva and pressed it to your entrance. You gasped at the stretch, but ground down against the finger.
“I spoil you,” he said teasingly as you started making little noises and moving helplessly against him.
“Uh huh, I know how you could spoil me more.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, with your hand around my throat and your cock deep inside me.” You growled against his jaw.
His hand paused for a second. He dipped his head to catch your eyes and he saw you were serious. He slowly crowded closer and closer to you, forcing you to lean back as he brought a hand up to your throat. He only stopped when he was pressed tight between your legs. You could feel the heat from his cock against your sex. He was so hard. You shivered from want, but didn’t speak. His fingers closed around your neck, expression unreadable as he slowly squeezed.
Using his hand-hold he flipped you over onto your stomach and bent you over the counter. His fingers curved around your throat as he lined himself up with your hole.
“Please, please, please,” You managed to gasp out as you rubbed back impatiently against him. He tightened his grip until you couldn’t speak.
He grunted as he pressed himself into you with one hard thrust. Then he pounded into you with wild abandon. Within seconds you were seeing stars, and you didn’t know if that was pleasure or lack of oxygen. You reached up and took his hand from your throat and back to your lips. You couldn’t get enough of sucking his fingers even if most of the yeast taste was gone. You sucked his fingers like another cock and he occasionally thrust them deeper down your throat. You gagged and whimpered, clenching eagerly around him. Drool soon trailed from the corners of your lips and down his hand, turning you both on more.
“Such a good little slut just for me. Take it deep. You like that? Gotta keep something in your mouth all the time, don’t I? Can’t wait to see my cock pressing between those plush little lips of yours. Warm little wet mouth just for me.” He continued to babble behind you as he thrust wildly into your tight heat. His words were bringing you closer and closer to the edge and all you could do was whimper and rock back against him.
You sucked hard on his fingers as you came. He gasped as your spasms made him come deep inside you. His hips pinned you to the counter for a moment as you both let your orgasms wash over you, then you two sank to the floor and panted. He eventually brought up his hand. The fingers were red and around the bases were teeth marks. He looked at you in exasperation and you grinned back.
“I like what I like, pal.” You said, unapologetically. He rolled his eyes and laughed.
