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Whisper chuckles, relaxing so his feet are on the bed but his knees are spread wide apart. I drag my finger over his hole, smiling as he clenches. I’m not a top, not really, but I am an eater, and I’m going to enjoy this treat, especially knowing I’m the first.
I dive in, licking a stripe up his crease. Whisper shivers and moans, still twisting my hair around his fingers. Encouraged, I bury my face between his legs, licking and sucking like I expect a prize at the end, and I do. I want him to come all over me.
“Fuck, Blush.”
Whisper’s moans make my stomach do funny things and my cock twitch and swell. I ignore it all though, riding the knife edge of tension between wanting to come and wanting to drag this out as long as possible.
Whisper smells good, like musk and something softer, and definitely masculine. Like suede, vanilla, maybe even tobacco but not cigarettes. Nicer than that. His skin tastes clean and even a little sweet. I could be imagining it, but that’s okay.
“You taste good.”
“You feel good.”
Grinning, I dart the tip of my tongue into his hole, spreading him apart with my fingers. After driving him crazy like that for a while, I move up and suck on his balls, still ignoring his hard, leaking cock.
“Fuuuuck.”
“Are you gonna come for me, Whisper?”
“Are you gonna make me?”
I grunt, tickling his rim with my finger. “You’re getting soft for me. I could fuck you right now. I could shove my dick inside your slutty hole, and you couldn’t do anything to stop me.”
“There’s my pretty little brat,” he murmurs. “But I could stop you.”
“Prove it.”
I clamber to my knees and press the tip of my cock against his hole with no force at all. Of course I’m not going to take what isn’t offered freely, but the idea of him fighting me off excites me.
“Mm, are you sure you don’t want my cock? Sure looks like you do, all spread out under me.”
Whisper chuckles darkly. “You’re playing with fire, brat.”
“I know,” I whisper. “That’s the point.”
Surprisingly, he reaches up and grips my neck, pulling me down roughly and kissing me so hard I’m sure my lips will be bruised tomorrow.
He flips us over with ease, then wraps his hand around my cock, stroking me as he rubs his thumb through my precum.
“Is this what you want? You want me to take you like this?”
Biting my bottom lip, I nod. “Whatever you want.”
“Hmm. You give up power pretty quickly.”
His taunting words spark something in me and I push back, sitting up and clawing at his shoulders. Whisper hisses, but then he grins, licking his lips before darting in and biting my neck.
It stings in the best way, and my cock twitches, desperate for relief. Whisper grabs my wrists in one of his hands and holds my arms above my head.
“Don’t move, brat.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll stop. I’ll leave you with blue balls while I jerk off and make you watch.”
“That’s cruel.”
He smirks. “I have a mean streak.”
