“That’s very good,” you said, your voice was roughened by lust. “Place your forehead on the ground. That’s it, all the way down.”
Your lack of touch was driving me insane, but I felt your eyes poring over me, making me want to stretch and pose for you. I dropped my head and exhaled into the grass with the breeze caressing my naked behind. I thought you might squeeze my ass, maybe even finger me a little, but you only blew lightly against my hole. I tightened up all over, bracing myself for...
“Henri,” I moaned.
“Have you touched yourself here lately?”
“No,” I rasped and almost begged you to do it.
“I want you lying on your back. With your knees bent and your pants around your ankles.”
I flopped over clumsily and shoved my pants all the way down. It felt more inappropriate than being completely naked. I jerked my cock, not needing your direction in that regard. My eyes were shut tight, but they fluttered open from time to time. Your breathing was heavy, and you grunted softly between your instructions.
“I remember this body,” you said as your words ghosted over me. “Do you, Vincent?”
“Help me ,” I whimpered, one hand squeezing my balls while the other tugged on my sticky cock.
“Slower,” you commanded, so I drew out my pace, feeling every nerve spark as my fingers passed lightly over my cockhead. My foreskin teased my sensitive head, eased by the slick of precum. There was a heavy feeling in my belly and a tightness in my balls. You splashed some liquid over my chest and groin. Olive oil.
“Rub this over your skin until you shine.”
“You carry this with you wherever you go?”
“I borrowed it from Lucian’s kitchen. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“Until he tries to sauté something.” I let go of my dick to spread the oil over my chest and navel. I tweaked my nipples again, then greased my cock and used some of the leftover to oil my inner thighs.
“Scrumptious,” you uttered while one of your fingers skated along the center of my chest, all the way to my belly button, where it paused. That one simple touch had me bucking my hips. “How are you feeling right now?”
“So hard it hurts.”
“Thrust into your hand.”
I wrapped my slippery palm around my cock and jerked into my fist, lifting my hips off the ground in an erratic rhythm. I couldn’t get enough friction.
“Tease yourself while you do it.”
I lifted my knees and grappled for my hole. I massaged my pucker with my oiled index finger, groaning at how incredibly sensitive it was.
“Is it tight?” you asked, arousal threaded through your every word.
“Yes.”
“Show me.” My eyes flashed open to find you captivated by my frenzied dance. Your lusting gaze drifted from my cockhead playing peekaboo with my fist to where my finger circled my hole. “Go on, Vincent.”
I shoved my index finger as deep as I could while trying to keep up a rhythm. My asshole clenched from the intrusion and pulsed around my finger, trying to expel it. I made some noise of pleasure that sounded like an animal dying.
“Imagine it’s my cock pushing inside you. Feel the way your muscle seizes, the tingling sensation working its way up your spine. The uncertainty that you might not be able to take me. The burn from trying.”
The cry that tore from my lungs was needy and raw. I wanted to perform for you, and I wanted to come, but I was having trouble with my coordination. Seeing my predicament, you rolled me onto my side and held me down, one hand on my ribs and the other on my hip, giving me a counterbalance so that I could thrust into my fist while fingering myself. My nerves flooded with sensation. My body trembled and shook. I didn’t know whether to hold it in or let it all go.
“Come for me, Vincent.”
I sweated and struggled beneath you. With one hand stuffed between my slick thighs, I stroked inside while my other hand wrenched my cock. The flame in my belly expanded until it was a fire licking my skin. My mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors as my orgasm whipped through me. I shot into the grass, glazing my fist along the way. I turned my face toward the sweet earth and breathed in the scents of soil and grass as the roaring in my ears slowly faded. The clicking of insects and your harsh breath eventually brought me back.
You rolled me onto my back and sat with your knees on either side of my hips, trapping me underneath you. You reached for my hand and licked the cum from my knuckles like you’d licked that overstuffed cream puff. For all your gentlemanly manners, you were pretty fucking raw.
“Did you enjoy that?” you asked as you collapsed on the ground beside me, still fully clothed. Your pants could hardly contain your erection, and its size still intimidated me.
