An unspoken truth rings between us, silent words that are as vulnerable as the grim reaper shrieking along his torso. A dark and gruesome piece that melds perfectly with the gnarled branches stretching far and wide across the broad planes of his back.
I can see the jagged edges from here, but not even the sharpest piece can force me to look away.
“I know.”
A quick nod is all I get before Christopher turns around and bends over the side of the tub.
Offering me the view of a lifetime.
It’s not the puckered hole that catches my attention, but the one in the mirror. The able-bodied man offering me his pride and pleasure on a silver platter just so I can take something else from him.
“Oh, Devil. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
Wading through the water, I step up behind him and press my hips flush against his. Damp, aroused skin that’s growing slicker by the second.
I grind against his ass, pushing him harder into the tiles and watching his back muscles bulge with the movement. Both ofhis hands are planted on the ground, tatted knuckles that look just as tense as the rest of him.
Poor baby.
“Can you hold yourself up with one hand? That’s a good boy.” Watching him readjust his stance, I wait for him to find his balance, “Now, wrap that one around your cock. Give it a good squeeze for me.”
He follows my commands without question, an obedient student desperate to please his teacher.
“I’m going to go slow, baby, and I need you to stroke yourself just like that.”
Leaning over, I grab the bottle of lube perched near my hair products and uncap it gently.
“Such a good boy. You’re doing so well already.”
“Darling, you’re killing me with the anticipation. Can you hurry up and do something?”
My face breaks into a smile, a wide smile that gets tracked by the dark eyes watching me in the mirror.
“The best seduction is all about the tease. The build-up that only happens once.”
A shiver runs through him when I let the cold press of the lube leak over his ass. Thick, sticky liquid drips between his cheeks, lubricating his hole with the same stuff that’s already coating my fingers.
Smoothing my hands over his ass cheeks, I admire the firm muscle with a hard squeeze.
“Lean forward, baby.”
He does as he’s told, leaning forward until his chest is almost touching the ground. Circling his rim, I tease him with the pressure until sweat starts to bead on his low back.
And then I slip a finger inside.
“Oh, fuck.”
Christopher tightens immediately, tension radiating through his spine.
“Breathe, Devil. Just breathe.”
Curling my finger ever-so-slightly, I wait until his strokes start to pick up and then thrust deeper.
A strangled sound comes out of his mouth, the buck of his hips telling me I found the money maker. Memorizing the angle of my hand, I thrust in again and hit his prostate spot-on.
“Shit. Fuck.Oh, God.”
Nonsense mingled with curses flow out of Christopher’s mouth as I start finger fucking him in earnest. Leaning my hips into it, I grind up against the side of his leg and slip a second finger inside.
