He clasps his hands in his lap, his knuckles already white. I can’t tell if he’s shy, embarrassed, or afraid to share his own pleasure.
Hopefully it’s the last one. I can work with that.
I press closer to him, drawing the smooth wood over the back of his knuckles.
“I think you’d like it,” I say, pressing my lips just below his ear. “You’d like it if I opened you up and pressed this inside you. It would fill you up and touch you in all the right places.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he shifts on the sofa, releasing his death grip and spreading his legs. The bulge in the front of jeans says he likes the idea well enough. I nuzzle in closer so I can kiss the back of his neck. He shudders under my touch, squirming until he’s halfway onto my lap. I drag the toy over the inside of his thigh, following the seam of his jeans.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you, Charlie? You’re getting hard just thinking about it.”
He nods, his hand creeping to his groin.
“You don’t get to touch yourself unless I say so.” I drag my cheek over his neck.
Charlie freezes before he swallows hard. “You’re not going to make me come in my pants again, are you?”
It’s tempting. His face was so pretty as he let go.
“You’d do it if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
His fingers drum anxiously on his thigh, but he nods jerkily.
“Good boy.” I kiss him just below his hairline. He must use fancy shampoo, because he smells great. Sweet and floral, like the woods around my house in late spring. “But we’re not going to today.” I stand, dumping him back onto the sofa.
“Where are you going?
“Put the dogs outside. Unless you want them to watch?”
“Oh.” He ducks his head to hide his blush as it washes over his face again. “No, that’s fine.”
Dante’s already trotting in tight circles around my ankles, and Juniper’s slowly pulling herself to her feet too. I point up the hall. “Bedroom’s that way. Go take your clothes off, but leave your underwear on. When I get down there, I want you lying on your stomach, face away from the door. Understand?”
Charlie rises unsteadily, adjusting his jeans. The unidentified fourth sex toy drops to the floor, and Dante scoops it up, prancing proudly to the door with it. Charlie and I glance at each other for a moment, before he shrugs, heading toward my room as he pulls his shirt over his head, so I guess whatever the thing is, it’s Dante’s now.
The dogs head out with minimal fuss. Dante takes off after a squirrel, and Juniper hops up on the patio lounger I still haven’t put away for the season and immediately goes back to sleep.
My pulse picks up at the sight of Charlie on my bed, just as I asked. He’s lying on his stomach, head pillowed on his folded arms and turned toward the window. His legs are long and nicely muscled, and one is bent at the knee. His spine dips and disappears into a pair of red briefs that frame the swell of his ass perfectly. The muscles under the cotton clench ever so slightly as he gently rocks his hips into the mattress.
“None of that,” I say as I undo my belt, and Charlie freezes immediately. I shuck my shirt and pants before I settle a knee onto the bed, making Charlie shift to me as it dips. I can’t help myself as I caress his ass, feeling the way he jumps at my touch. So nervous. So responsive. When I let my palm rise and then drop heavily again with a dull thud, he inhales sharply, and when I glance down, his toes have curled.
“No pain,” I say.
“You can spank me,” he says, voice rougher than I’ve heard it before. “I just don’t like toys that hurt. Clamps. Rough rope. I don’t want marks tomorrow.”
What he’s talking about is a different kind of kink, one I haven’t ever been interested in. I don’t need to hurt someone to find pleasure. Watching them struggle and overcome their own limits is enough for me.
I slide a few fingers under the elastic at his thigh, stroking the warm flesh underneath. I can’t wait to peel these briefs off him. I want to see him, pink and naked and begging.
For now, I place a kiss on his bare shoulder and go to the nightstand where the bottle of lube sits. One of the benefits of living alone and having few visitors is I don’t need to hide it away. As I toss it toward Charlie’s hip, I glance up to see he’s turned his head and is watching me with serious eyes. I should tell him I didn’t say he could look at me, but instead I slide along the mattress until I’m stretched out along his side. He rolls toward me, exposing his chest, which is surprisingly hairier than I expected. I place my palm over his sternum, left of a tattoo partially obscured in hair. The whole time, Charlie never takes his gaze off me.
“You can trust me,” I say, stroking along his ribs and over his hip.
He bites his lip, and his hair falls over his eyes, making him look young and vulnerable. His trust will be a powerful thing if I can earn it.
I lean in to kiss him, and his hand comes to my cheek, the touch feeling like a small victory. We make out for a little while, mouths and tongues and teeth. My dick swells up in my underwear, and soon enough, Charlie lifts his thigh, draping it over mine so we can grind against each other. It’s all very sweet and delightfully vanilla, but I want so much more.
As he starts to pant against my mouth, I find his ass again, squeezing the cheek, pressing him against me until he stills.
