In the mirror, I watch him strip down. His impressive size springs up. Just as I thought, he’s long and his shape—from his narrow tip to his wider length—is perfect for what I know he’s about to.
Fuck me.
God, I think he will.
Fuck yes.
Nil meets my eyes through the mirror.
My face burns. I can’t hide any of it.
He leans forward until his chest is heavy on my back. His voice is so low and rough. “Stay put for me, Stan.”
My muscles lock in place. My grip on the sink turns white-knuckled.
“Use your words, Stan,” he whispers. “Tell me you’re staying.”
“I’m staying put,” I say. “For you.”
“Good boy.”
My knees nearly give out. He steadies me one-handed.
“Holy hell…” I moan, closing my eyes.
“I said keep looking.”
I snap my eyes open, feeling my soul try to float out of my body.
His mouth comes back to my ear. He bites, then soothes the same spot with his tongue. I make another sound I don’t even try to deny this time.
Nil’s breath warms my neck. “I want you ready for me.”
Everything in me braces and tenses up. He gives me atskbelow my ear.
“I want youopenfor me,” he says. “I want you right here, hands on the sink. Looking at yourself while I stretch you wide open to take my dick, Stan.”
My heart goes haywire. I think I definitely died in the bunk and went to heaven, ‘cause thishasto be heaven.
“You understand?” he asks. “Say yes if you do.”
“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper.
“Good boy.”
His finger prods at my hole. My breath stutters so hard I choke on it.
“So tight.”
“Fuck…” I groan.
He brings his finger to my face. “Spit.”
I do it easily. I’m already a drooling mess, so why not?
He smiles at the drool he collects on his finger, then he brings it back between my cheeks.
I move my hips when I take his wet finger. It goes past ring after ring.
