I see his whole body visibly tremble as he looks back at me. “Really?” He exhales.
I grip his ass cheeks, softly pulling them apart as I sneak glances at the small hole, just waiting to be played with. “Too bad I’m going to have to ruin it.”
Noah groans, burying his face all over again. “But I’ve been so good.” He plays along.
I give him a rough smack, levitating from the way he sounds as the sharp pain circulates through him. Rubbing him softly, I make sure to soothe the sting.
“Give me what I want and you’ll get what you deserve,” I say, kissing his ass gently, relishing in on the softness.
He pushes his hips back toward my mouth, but I hold him steady with my hand. Such a greedy,greedyboy.
“In your dreams—literally,” he snickers quietly.
That’s it.
I give him three more smacks across his ass, feeling him sway and buckle at every one.
I steal a look at his dick which is now dripping onto the tent floor below us.
“I thought you were going to be good.” I grip at his waist, pulling him against mine. I position myself between his cheeks, watching in amazement as they surround me.
Noah hums, as he bucks into me. “It’s hard, sir. It’s so much fun being bad,” he smiles back at me, flashing me one of his devilish smiles.
Enough of this.
I squirt a big amount of lube onto both of my hands and toss the bottle down beside me.
“Woah, what are you—”
Making my way beside him, I position my fingers at his hole while my other wraps around his thick, throbbing dick. I can feel how pent up he is, and the way he shudders as soon as I touch him confirms that.
“Oh fuck!” He bucks his hips. He thinks this is a reward, but I’ll show him.
I take my fingers and lightly push against his rim, at the same time as I jerk him in the palm of my hand.
“Shit,” he moans, his whole body, shaking.
Starting off with two, I watch my fingers slip into him.
“Ah!” He breathes out adjusting to the intrusion.
“Anyone ever touch you like this?” I grunt, twisting my hand around the tip of his dick.
“No, sir,” he whimpers, rocking his hips back and forth. I watch the way his back arches and curls as he chases the feeling on both ends.
It’s a sight to behold.
I push in further, his body taking my fingers even better now as he pushes against my hand.
“Good. Because you’re mine. Say it or I’ll stop,” I say roughly, plunging my fingers in fully now.
Noah cries out, his face burying down into his forearms. “No, please—please,don’t stop,” he lets out a trembling exhale.
“You know what I want to hear.” I push in again.
I don’t know why but it’s all I want to hear from him right now.
His throat works around a broken sound. “I’myours—” he says so softly, I don’t think I was supposed to hear it. But I do and it breaks me.
