“Yes.” I murmur. I debated with myself if I was going to show him this side of me, and settled on being vulnerable in every way tonight. Just like me wanting to bottom, previous people laughed at my choice of underwear. “They make me feel pretty. And they’re so soft and nice. I like the way they cup my cock and balls. How the satin feels rubbing on my skin.”
Charlie whines. “That’s so fucking sexy. Let me see your slutty ass in those little panties.” Charlie pushes me back, gesturing for me to stand up and take off my jeans. “Might as well take your shirt off too, but leave the fucking panties on.”
I rush to get up, eager to do what Charlie says. “Ugh, you’re perfect for me, Charlie. Every time I think you’re going to laugh or reject me, you embrace me instead. I fucking love it.” I shuck my henley off over my head, tossing it aside.
Charlie’s eyes soften. “You’re safe with me. I’ll never judge you, princess. And for the record, the thought of your big, muscular body in tiny satin panties is fucking…I can’t even describe it. It’s fucking hot. And the thought of me sliding my cock deep into your ass? Oh my fucking god, princess. I can’t wait to take you the fuck apart.”
I tremble, unbelievably turned on. I can feel a wet spot forming from the head of my cock leaking against my panties. My cock is so hard it hurts, and it’s taking every ounce of my willpower to not stroke it.
“Princess.” Charlie’s voice is a growl. “Take off your jeans, and let me see your cock trapped in that tiny thong.”
I don’t waste another second, stripping my jeans down my thighs and stepped out of them hurriedly. The dark, wet patch of pre-cum is clearly visible on the pink satin. The tip of my cockdrip, drip, drips, steadily.
I stand, waiting for Charlie’s next move. He crawls to the end of the bed, and then stands. His shirt comes off, quickly followed by his pants and tight, black boxer briefs. When it’s finally freed, his rigid cock points straight at me. My mouth waters, remembering what it was like to taste it before.
Charlie circles me, like a predator stalking its prey. He hums, tracing his finger tip over the wet stain on mypanties.
“You’re so fucking hard and wet for me, aren’t you princess?”
I whimper and nod.
He circles again, this time stopping at my back. His palms each cup a cheek, squeezing and spreading them. Charlie releases one to trace the strap of satin that lines my crack.
“Hands and knees, ass at the edge of the bed. Show me your pretty pink hole, princess.”
I scramble to obey, climbing onto the mattress. I arch my back, and stick out my ass for Charlie.
“Baby.” I whimper. “I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching my cock. I’m trying to be good but I’m so hard.” I feel tears in my eyes at the desperation that’s taken hold of me.
“Tsk, tsk, pretty boy. We’ve just gotten started. Keep your hands planted on the bed, your ass in the air, and don’t you fucking dare touch your cock.”
Oh my fuck, where did this version of Charlie come from? This is like something straight out of a wet dream.
I feel Charlie’s heat against my backside. His delicate fingers trace the fabric of my panties reverently. His palms grip my cheeks. Using one hand, he pulls the scrap of satin resting between my cheeks to the side, and holds me open to look at my hole. It clenches, aching for attention. No one but me has ever touched there.
Charlie moans, continuing to hold me open. “Such a pretty little hole, Kip. Do you play with yourself here? Ride your own fingers? Or maybe you have a dildo you love to bounce on? Do you think about me pounding into your tight ass while you play with yourself?”
“Mhmmm.” I moan in response, words no longer forming in my brain.
“Because I have. That is, ridden my toy while imaging it was your cock I was bouncing on. Maybe someday we’ll do that too, but tonight, I’m going to wreck this sweet little hole. You’ll never be able to play with it again without thinking of my tongue. My fingers. My cock drilling into you. Pounding your prostate and making you scream for me.”
“P-please, Charlie. Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it. Please, please, please.” I’ve never begged before, but with him I don’t mind it.
He rubs my right cheek soothingly. “Shhhh…I know, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Just relax.”
And so I do, because I trust him. I believe him when he says he’ll take care of me. No one has ever really taken care of me before, but I know Charlie will.
As soon as my body relaxes, I feel Charlie’s breath ghosting over my hole. A little gasp escapes me.
Lick. Oh fuck, no one has ever…ohfucccckkk. I hiss, Charlie’s tongue swiping over my hole. My first instinct is to pull away, but instead I try to relax again, letting him please me the way he wants to. Charlie alternates between long swipes, and short flicks. Eventually my body melts into it, and my hips push back, asking for more.
He hums in triumph, the vibrations making my nerve endings fire rapidly. My eyes flutter closed as I get lost in the sensation of his tongue.
“Good boy. That’s it, Kip. God, I’ve always wanted to try this, you know? Maybe next time you can do it to me.”
Another long swipe. And then, he points his tongue, and presses it against my hole. It’s softened enough that he’s able to slide it inside. I feel my muscles clenching around his tongue as he wiggles it inside.
“Oh my god, Charlie!” I mewl.
