Needing to please him, I wiggled and squirmed my way out of the final barrier between us, kicking my boxers off and shivering with barely contained anticipation.
Even though my room was a furnace, my skin was so hot and flushed that I felt chilled and feverish.
He stood there for a moment, leisurely pumping his cock and just staring at me with those impossibly blue eyes. The fat, pink tip of his cock was glistening in the sliver of moonlight pouring in through my window, and I suddenly wanted to put it in my mouth more than I’d ever wanted anything.
I sat up to do just that, but he stopped me.
“No, sweet boy. There’ll be time for that later. Lie on your back and spread your legs for me. I want to look at you.”
My cheeks flushed with the thought of spreading myself open like that. It was so intimate… so…vulnerable.
I’d never done anything like this with someone before. I don’t think any of the girls I’d fucked had even seen my ass, let alone my asshole.
The longer I hesitated, the more stern Riddick’s expression became.
“You know how I feel about repeating myself, Finn,” he growled, and I swallowed. Wanting to please him more than I cared about being embarrassed, I did what he said.
“That’s a good boy…” he cooed as I pulled my knees into my chest. “Fuck, Finn. You’re so fucking gorgeous, look at you…”
I could feel his gaze burning betweenmy legs. Tingles shot up and down my cock as I lay there, and I felt my balls tighten.
How he could affect me like this without eventouchingme was insane. Swallowing nervously, I averted my gaze and stared at the ceiling while he took his time looking at me.
I felt the bed dip as he crawled onto it, and he kneeled between my legs.
A whimper escaped my lips, and he made gentle, soothing sounds as he whispered a few more words of praise. Then he laid his forearm across my knees, pressing me back to expose me to him even further.
‘Shhh. You’re doing so good, baby.’
‘You’re so beautiful.’
‘Look at that tight, perfect little hole, just waiting to get fucked.’
I felt him reach over to the bedside table, and the telltale sound of lotion being pumped into his palm filled the room. My cock pulsed between my spread legs, and a rush of pre-cum escaped my tip and dripped across my abdomen.
With his right arm pressing my knees back, he positioned himself between my legs and leaned over me so his face was hovering over mine.
Gently, he used his left hand to feather the lotion over my crack. He was barely touching me. It was just enough to notify me of what he intended to do, and I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut and tensing.
“Hey. Look at me, baby. Open your eyes,” he ordered softly, and I did. My gaze slammed into his, and I was met with the most tender yet somehow lust-filled look I’d ever seen on his face.
“We’re going to go slow, okay? I need you to relax. I’m going to coach you through each step so there won’t be any surprises.”
I nodded, and he smiled again.
“Tell me you understand, baby.”
“I-I understand,” I whispered, stumbling over my words as his lubed fingers continuedto hover.
“Alright. I’m just going to rub you first. Get you nice and ready for me, okay?”
I nodded, and he closed the distance, sliding his fingers directly over my puckered hole.
The lotion made his touch slippery and soft, and when he started rubbing me in firm, tight circles, I let out an embarrassingly loud and shaky moan.
“See? That feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, and I shivered beneath him. “Tell me it feels good, baby.”
“It-it f-feels, g-good…” My mind was literal mush. I would have told him the sky was purple if he asked me to. My entire universe was now just Riddick and what he was doing to me with his fingers.
