“Be a good boy for me and behave,” he says.
My spine straightens up. I nod. I don’t know if words exist anymore.
His fingers are tight at my waist and he guides me backward until my hips meet his. The pressure’s so perfect it punches the air out of me.
I brace my hands on the sink. The ceramic feels cold. Everything else in here is scorchin’ hot.
He watches me in the mirror. “You’re worked up,” he says, calm and cool.
“Y-Yeah…” I whisper, voice breaking.
“Wonder why,” he whispers back.
Fucking tease.
One hand slides up under my shirt, his palm firm enough to jolt my chest. “Hold onto the sink,” he says.
“I am.”
“Tighter.”
Groaning, I grip the ceramic until my arms shake.
Nil’s mouth finds my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe, then he bites. “Good boy.”
I close my eyes. My cock’s up, aching for attention. I think I might come again.
He obviously sees. I’m barenaked except for my shirt riding up. The tip of my throbbing cock is dipping his forearm in precum.
I wanna thrust up. I want him to strip me completely naked. I could explain the tattoo. I could promise to laser it off, even if I heard those hurt worse than getting it.
Nil breaks me away from my thoughts. His hand’s sliding down real slow. Fingers trace my abs. Touch my v-line. Then they wrap around my aching cock.
Yes.
The groan out of me sounds like it was ripped outta my throat.
“Such a perfect good boy,” he whispers into my ear.
I shudder. Full body, soul-floating shudder.
“Open your eyes, Stan.”
I didn’t realize I closed them. Blinking my heavy eyes, I look at our reflection. My eyes are half-lidded, dazed. There’s a line of drool down the corner of my mouth.
“I want you to see what I do to you,” Nil says.
My throat closes. Words are on strike. My heart’s negotiating.
His other hand’s low on my hip. My whole body reacts with rocking motions.
“You take my direction so well, Stan,” he says.
“I’m trying…”
“You don’t have to try. You’re good at it.”
I’m fucking shivering all over. He pulls my hips back a little. That tiny adjustment lines his pulsing length right between my cheeks. That short-circuits my brain real bad.
