“Oh fuck, Sir.” I tip my head back and groan.
“Roll over for me, baby.”
I obey, moving onto my stomach. I fold my arms beneath my cheek as I tremble with anticipation. What is he going to do next? He gets lube and a condom out of his drawer and tosses them onto the bed. He straddles me and kisses his way down my spine. I shiver with each hot press of his lips. He draws his tongue down my crack, to my balls, which he sucks into his mouth.
“That feels amazing, Sir.”
“Part your cheeks for me, sweet boy.”
I unfold my arms, stretch them back, and part my arse cheeks for him.
“Your hole is so fucking pretty. Look at it, waiting for me to taste it. To lick it. To devour it.”
My cock throbs. Blood pulses. Any lingering weariness from dancing all night flitters away. Every nerve ending in my body is singing, waiting for him to do what he wants to me.
“Tell me how much you want my tongue, beautiful.”
“I need it,” I gasp. “I want you to lick me. I want you to devour my arse. Oh fuck, Sir, I need you so badly.”
“Do you know how sexy you sound right now? Your voice is all raspy and breathy. It goes right to my dick when you talk like that. You make me hard, gorgeous. You keep holding your arse cheeks for me like a good boy while I make you whimper and moan.”
He tickles my hole with the tip of his tongue, making me gasp and squirm. Then he licks and laps, applying firm pressure that makes me groan. I’m not sure how long he teases me, but my arms are trembling, and my body is on fire. He presses his lips around my hole and pushes his tongue inside me. Fuck, his tongue is skilled. I arch my back as he explores my hole, wriggling his tongue and stretching my channel. The noises pouring out of his mouth make me believe he’s loving every second of devouring my arse.
“So good.” It’s hard to talk between pants and groans. “Your tongue feels amazing, Sir.”
I’m delirious by the time he stops. Pre-cum has created a damp patch beneath me. My cock is aching. My balls are heavy.
“You tasted so good, baby. Your arse was so hot and tight. I’m looking forward to getting my cock inside you.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Not yet, beautiful. Your gorgeous arse isn’t ready for me yet.”
I’d beg to differ, but I won’t. As excruciating as being teased is, I love it, especially when it’s Kyle doing it.
“Keep holding your arse cheeks for me, sweet thing.”
My arms are aching, but I don’t let go. He drizzles lube down my crack. It’s cold and sticky. I shiver, but then his fingers are massaging my hole, warming the lube, erasing the shock of the cold. He pushes a finger inside me, driving it deep until the pad of his finger swipes over my prostate.
“Sir!”
“Damn, beautiful, you feel so good.”
He warms me up, first with one finger, then two, then three. While he does, he whispers compliment upon compliment, heaping them on me until I’m buried beneath their comforting weight. He kisses the base of my spine between every dizzying statement he makes, right at the top of my arse. I’m a wreck. Trembling. Panting. Groaning. So damn desperate to come but holding it back because my orgasms belong to him. My cock belongs to him. I belong to him.
I whimper in relief when he slips his fingers free of me and gloves himself up.
“Kneel up, beautiful.”
“Huh?” I’m not sure I can move.
“You heard me. Kneel up.”
I release my arse cheeks and obey, tucking my legs beneath my body.
He kneels behind me, his chest, clammy from sweating in the club, presses against my trembling back. He strokes my hair and kisses my neck. “I’m going to restrain you, beautiful.” His voice is a little tentative as though he’s asking for permission, even though he phrased his request as a statement.
My heart thunders.
