I lean down closer to him. “I want you to tell me what you want,” I whisper. “Tell me what you think about when you see me.”
“And if I tell you that all I think about is punching you in the face?” he asks, a mock smile pulling up on his face.
“Then you’re a bloody liar,” I husk close to his ear.
“Let me up,” he demands, pushing on my hand with his chest and wrapping my wrist with his fingers. I grab his hand and pull it away from my arm.
“Tell me,” I order, looking straight into his eyes.
“If not the thoughts of me, then about whoever hurt you so bad that you can’t even admit you like being fucked raw by a man bigger than you.”
Carmine’s throat bobs. “No,” he mumbles.
“To which?” I ask. “Family secrets are my specialty.” I lean down even closer. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
He shakes his head. I see that burning shimmer in his eyes.
“Fine,” I mumble. “I’ll tell you what I want.”
I use my other hand to tilt his chin up, grabbing his jawline roughly.
“I want you to cry, Carmine. Every time you look like you’re about to, I pray for it,” I admit. “I want to lick your tears off your face and taste them in my mouth. I want to smear them while my cock fills your mouth.”
Carmine squirms in his chair but doesn’t pull back.
“Every single fuckin’ time I see you, I want to shove you on your knees and shoot my cum into the back of your throat while I fuck your face red and damp.”
I pull Carmine’s face up, forcing him to lean out of the chair slightly. A soft whimper bubbles out from his lips, and my cock twitches.
“Do you like hearin’ that?” I ask him.
He doesn’t speak out loud, but he nods his head against my hand. His eyes flaring with desire. Desire mixed with guilt.
A conflict I’m well aware of.
“Course you do, little slut. You’re such a good boy, but you don’t let yourself feel what you feel,” I croon to him.
“I w-want to get on my knees,” he blurts out in a hushed tone. The second part is barely a murmur.
“What was that?” I ask teasingly. “Use your words.”
“I want…you to push me on my knees,” he tells me a little louder. “Shove your dick in my mouth and fuck it until you’re done with me.”
I slide my hand from his jawline to his cheek, where I rub with my thumb a couple times.
“Was that so hard to admit?” I ask him.
Carmine gasps as I grab him by the back of his hair and shove him down from the chair. He sinks onto his knees on the hardwood floor with no hesitation.
“Here?” he asks.
“Do you want that?” I ask, voice rumbling.
His eyes immediately fall to the bulge in my jeans.
“I thought so. Now, undo my pants and take what you want, you little brat.”
Carmine wastes no time undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans.
