Like he’s thinking of kissing me.
But that’s something we haven’t done yet, Ollie.
He leans in and I push my fingertips up against his lips, shaking my headno.
“Fuck you,” he mutters against my fingers. “Such a prick.”
Anger flashes through me.
I reach for the door and kick it completely shut with the toe of my boot.
I shove a hand down the back of Oliver’s pants and grip his ass hard.
“Changed my mind. Get your clothes off again.”
“Not if you’re just going to tease me again and edge me until I’m losing my fucking mind. You going to disappear on me again? Like you keep doing?”
“I said get your clothes off,” I tell him, gripping the front of his shirt in my fist and tugging.
I’ve had enough.
As Ollie finally dutifully strips for me, I set up my phone camera and point it toward my bed.
I strip as I watch Oliver slowly taking off his clothes again, and when I see that his cock is still hard for me, I know I’ve won. Again.
“Drawer at the top of my desk. Open it,” I tell him.
He slides it open and looks inside, then pulls out a little bottle of lube.
“Looking for this?”
“I am.”
I close the distance between us and grip his hips. I turn his body toward my bed and push my palm to his upper back, bending him over the edge of my mattress.
I take the lube bottle from his hand and slick my fingers with it, trailing them over his hole.
“I’m going to fuck you. It’s probably going to hurt.”
He utters a little moan as I slide the tip of a finger past his tight hole.
“I might be a virgin, but don’t act like I’ve never taken anything in my ass.”
“What?”
“You’re not the only person who has toys, Niko.”
I slide a second finger in to punish him for being mouthy, and he exhales sharply.
“I know you probably want the first time I fuck you to be romantic. Sweet. Candles and roses. It’s not going to be.”
“Never said I wanted that.”
“Then what do you want?”
He pulls in a breath as I nudge my fingers a knuckle deeper.
“I want you to break me.”
