He shivers. His pupils shrink. Fuck. His visible reaction makes my cock jerk. Is that the kind of thing he wants me to say? If so, it’s dirty talk, which I’ve done before, but with compliments. I can do that.
“God damn, you’re beautiful.” I kiss him hard.
He whimpers and parts his lips to receive my tongue. I give it to him, give him what he wants.
I need to say something else. Think, Kyle, think. “Be good and show me your pucker. I bet it’s as pretty as the rest of you.”
He moans as he pulls his thighs against his chest and hugs them to keep them there. It lifts his arse off the bed, giving me a perfect view of his hole.
“Beautiful.”
“Thank you.” His smile is bright and contagious.
Damn, I want to make him smile like that as often as I can tonight. “You’re so good, waiting patiently for me.”
He pinches the corner of his lip between his teeth. He must have liked what I said. I can keep talking like that. I can turn him on with words.
“I’m going to take good care of you,” I say.
“I know.”
I squeeze lube over his pucker. He shivers and gasps.
“I want to hear you moan as I sink my finger inside you. I bet your moans are just as pretty as you are.” I tease his hole as I speak, twirling my finger around the wrinkled skin that’s a slightly darker shade of fawn than the rest of him. I slip my finger inside, pausing at the initial resistance before pushing deeper.
He moans, just as I asked.
“Such a beautiful sound. Show me how much you like having my finger inside you.”
He arches his back and thrusts his hips, groaning.
“So fucking gorgeous.” He is. It’s not a lie. I work my finger back and forth, enjoying the throbbing heat of his arse. “You feel so good. I bet your arse will feel even better around my cock. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Panting and writhing on my finger. So fucking beautiful. I bet you could take two fingers, couldn’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
I drizzle more lube over his arse and my index finger and put it inside him alongside my middle one. He twists his hands into my quilt, his lips parting in a silent gasp.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Your gorgeous arse is so hot and tight.” It’s getting easier. Words and sentences are pouring out of my mouth with less thought.
He reacts to everything I say, whether it’s a gasp, a moan, the fragile fluttering of his lashes, or a full-body shudder that reverberates through my fingers. And fuck, I want to make him do all those things. Being praised might turn him on, but watching his reaction is doing delicious things to me. I’m aching for him. I’m desperate to be inside him but don’t want to rush it.
“Take my fingers, pretty boy. I’m going to kiss your gorgeous, plump lips. I’m going to fuck your mouth with my tongue.”
“You can fuck it with whatever you want,” he whispers.
Damn. I move my fingers harder and faster inside him as I devour his lips and mouth. He groans, his lips humming against mine.
“Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I slip a finger into his mouth. He clamps his lips around it and sucks.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Having your gorgeous, tight arse and your hot mouth around my fingers. You’re making me so happy.”
He smiles around my finger.
“Open that beautiful mouth of yours. I want to fill it up. I’m going to fill your arse too, gorgeous.” I’ve never done anything like this before. Maybe I’m getting carried away in the moment, but it feels right.
