A little flick of the barbell distracts him from the finger drifting in another direction.
“Darling.”
Dark lashes fling water everywhere as Christopher’s eyes snap open.
“What do you think you’re doing.”
“Just exploring the territory.”
A soft purr rumbles from my throat when I slip a finger past his cheeks and press lightly on his hole.
“You feel so tight. So wound up, just waiting for a release.”
“Calista.”
There’s a warning in his voice, a subtle threat that has me grinning from ear-to-ear.
“Has anyone ever been down here, Devil?”
There’s a moment of silence.
“Yes.”
“And?”
“It didn’t feel… good.” He makes the confession with a slight wince, “It was just one finger but it was more than enough.”
I tsk gently, pressing my lips against his neck, “Doesn’t sound like you gave it a fair chance.”
“Maybe.” He doesn't sound convinced.
Keeping the pressure on his rim, I slide one hand through his legs and cup his balls. A squeeze has him groaning, his sparkly peen twitching restlessly in the water.
“If I asked you to bend over the side of the tub and let me finger you, would you do it?” Dragging my tongue along his pulse, I feel it skip a beat, “Would you let me play with your prostate until you come all over these tiles?”
His cock thickens in my hand, each word encouraging the bedazzled anatomy to stand up and out of the water.
Scraping my teeth along his jawline, I seal my lips to his. Bite on his lip and lick my way into his mouth so he can taste the promise on my tongue.
“Be a good boy, Devil. Bend over and let me make you feel good.”
If he says no, I’ll leave it.
Even if the flagpole straining against my grip is telling me otherwise.
“Yeah, alright. But if I start to freak out-
“I’ll stop.” Another kiss to his neck, “And you can stick a finger up my ass instead.”
He grunts like that reward isn’t as tempting as it should be.
There’s a stack of towels lying nearby and I use one to lay it across the side of the tub. These tiles have cut me on more than one occasion and I don’t want a bit of blood to scare him off before we begin.
Christopher watches me silently, his eyes glued to the dragon draped across my skin. Minutes drag on as he studies my tattoo, the vicious creature waiting to sink her claws into his pretty fur.
Waiting for the wolf to bow to the dragon.
“I want you to know...” He swallows, forcing his eyes back on my face, “I wouldn’t do this with just anybody.”
