“You ready?”
His eyelids flutter as he gazes down at me. “Ready for what?”
I circle his rim, teasing his opening. He breathes deep, a little fear across his face.
My finger stills. “I won’t do this if you don’t want me to. But if you let me, I promise I'll make it feel amazing.”
He swallows hard, then blows out a breath. “Go for it.”
I smile then give a slow push. He’s tight and warm, my finger meeting slight resistance.
“Is this okay?” I ask once I get to my first knuckle.
“It’s different but not bad. You can keep going.”
To make sure he’s wet enough, I lean forward and spit on his hole, earning me a sexy as fuck moan. I slowly press further, careful not to hurt him, until my entire finger has disappeared. I grasp his cock with my free hand and give it a steady pump, not wanting to overwhelm him too quickly.
“Shit, Hud.” His fingers curl tight around the edge of the stone bench, bracing himself. His chest is heaving, hair dripping, and when his head falls back with a groan, it echoes off the tile like a prayer.
Eager to drive him further, I time my pumps with the push and pull of my finger. His ass clenches and his string of disjointed sentences continues.
Cullen is a drug, and I’m going to love getting high on him.
I ease my finger in again, deeper this time, curled slightly as I feel around. The texture shifts.
There you are, my little magical friend.
I caress, then press on the firm but ridged spot.
Cullen jerks upright with a choked, strangled sound. “HolyFUCK!”
His whole body locks up, back arched, thighs trembling as he bears down, unintentionally driving me deeper, harder into the spot I just found.
He groans like I’ve hit a live wire.
I chuckle and slow down. “Need me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” It comes out more plea than threat, breathless and wrecked.
I don’t stop. I shift just enough to keep him there, right on the edge.
“Scoot down a couple inches, babe.”
He does, thigh muscles flexing against my shoulder as he adjusts. The angle shifts—deeper, perfect—and he gasps.
I slide my hand out and lick my ring finger, eyes locked on his. I bring both digits back to his entrance. “Breathe for me, Cull.” He inhales shakily, lips parted, chest rising fast. I ease both fingers in, feeling him stretch around me.
“Shit. I’m not gonna last much longer.” He’s panting now, jaw slack, eyes glassy and fixed on the spot where my fingers disappear into him. The way he watches me isn’t just desperate. It’s hungry, raw, unfiltered.
I flash him a devious grin then go in for the triple whammy. Both hands are working him over, one hand jacking him, the other massaging his prostate. I dip my head and tease the crease of his ass with my tongue before giving his balls and taint all my attention.
“Oh, shit, Hud… fuck, fu—”
He pulses hard in my hand. I move like lightning, taking him deep in my mouth. His cum hits the back of my throat, thick and hot. I drink every drop greedily, wanting to own every last piece of his pleasure.
Cullen moans deep and full-bodied. His frame locks tight as the orgasm rolls through him, his hips twitching while I keep working him from below.
“Too much… too much,” he cries out, pushing at my hand that is deep in his tight hole.
