“Your face!” he chuckles. He shakes his head in fond amusement. “Relax my love, this is for me. I know you wouldn’t like it.”
I didn’t think crying in relief was actually a thing. Apparently, it is. Not that I’m going to indulge. I’m going to blink ferociously and try to appear masculine.
Ginni moves to the end of the bed. He slams the sucker end of the dildo against the footboard with a level of violence that makes me flinch.
He flicks the corncob toy of depravity. It bounces but stays put. Honestly, he whacked it on so hard I doubt it is ever coming off. It’s staying there forever. A permanent fixture.
I watch warily as Ginni climbs onto the bed. He walks on his knees until he is between my spread legs, facing me.
He bends down on to all fours and wriggles backward towards the dildo. My eyes widen. He hasn’t paused to remove any underwear, which means I was right. He isn’t wearing any. This whole time, his little ass has been naked under that tiny bit of cloth.
Above my head, the porno is still playing. Ginni must have yanked the heating up because suddenly it is very, very hot in here.
His bright blue eyes fix on me. I force a swallow down my throat.
He’s not just going to take it, is he? No loosening himself up first? Just taking it like a champ?
Ginni moves his hips backwards. His pupils blow, turning his eyes wide and dark. His lips part, and a soft exhale of breath escapes him. Color floods his pale cheeks.
I watch as my best friend’s little brother impales himself on a dildo. The sight of it is doing something to my neurons. There is a zinging sensation dancing over every inch of my skin. As if I am about to detonate.
Ginni makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like the pornstar’s vocalizations. All pleasure-filled and breathy.
My cock likes it. It likes it a lot. It likes it far too much for something that is supposed to be straight.
Ginni rocks his hips. He moans. His jaw slackens with pleasure. He likes it slow and steady. Sensual and languid. Not that I’m taking notes. Because I don’t need to take notes.
His eyes glaze over. His expression flows into one of sheer rapture. Ginni is beautiful, he has always been beautiful. But seeing him like this is enough to take my breath away. It’s enough to inspire me to want to take up art and attempt to capture him in this moment. To retain this perfect fragment of time. So I can keep forever this image of Ginni staring into my eyes while he slowly fucks himself on a dildo.
He has definitely done this before. Many times. Countless times. There is confidence in his movements. A familiarity with which he is embracing his obvious pleasure.
Giovanni Torrini likes to fuck himself with dildos.
I wonder what he thinks about? Is he picturing anything right now? Or is the sensation of those little sweetcorn bumps and ridges rubbing over his pink stretched rim, all-consuming?
Fuck. What is wrong with me? Why did I just imagine that? I don’t need to picture what the dildo looks like as it slides in and out of him. I had absolutely no need to think about what Ginni’s hole looks like.
I mean, he is deep in his femboy era. Has been for years now. So, it’s likely he is as hairless as I am picturing. Waxing and grooming are part of the whole femboy vibe, I’m pretty sure.
But why did I imagine such a pale shade of pink? Ginni is dark-haired and Italian. Even though he has blue eyes and pale skin.
Goddamnit! I should not be lying here internally debating what color asshole my abductor has! I’m seriously losing the plot, and I’ve only been a prisoner for what… two days? I’m better than this.
Ginni smiles at me. A smile that Lucifer himself would be proud of. It’s almost as if he knows what I am thinking. Knows and approves. Knows and is fucking delighted by it.
I growl.
Ginni smiles even more. He drops down onto his elbows, leaving his ass up and impaled on the dildo. He wriggles forward a tiny bit, until his face is right next to my cock.
Oh. I inhale sharply, but before my lungs are full, Ginni’s lips wrap around my cock. Tight, wet, heat. An explosion of sensation and pleasure. Almost too much after craving any sort of touch for hours.
My eyes roll back and I groan. My heels drum on the mattress. Oh sweet Jesus, I have never experienced anything like this before. I’ve been happy with vanilla sex. Wham, bam, thank you Ma’am, and leave. I was convinced I didn’t need anything else. That it was all a waste of time.
I think I was wrong.
The hours of buildup. The porn still playing loudly. Ginni still rocking on that obscene toy. His lips rolling up and down the first inch of my cock, making me burn with the need for him to slide all the way down, to take me all the way like I know he can… It’s all wonderful, deeply and totally mind-blowing.
I need to feel the soft flesh of his throat all around my cock. I need it to squeeze me. I want to see stars again. I want to come so hard my toes curl and my calves cramp.
