“You can stop this if you want, Julian. All you have to do is say no.” I gripped him, his hot skin velvet soft against my palm.
“Fuck.”
“Hmmmmm, that’s right. You love this.”
“I don’t.”
“No?” I stroked him faster, spreading my legs so I had a bit of room to work. And to keep my dick off him so he didn’t feel how hard I was. “I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He glared at me.
I grinned and sped up my hand.
“I knew you were nothing but a little slut. You like this. You like when I get you off. You don’t even care that it’s me. That you hate me.”
I let go of his shaft and cupped his balls. They were big and full and so fucking perfect in my hand.
“You’d spread your legs for anyone, wouldn’t you? As long as you got to lie there and they did all the work. You’re a greedy little bottom, so hungry for cock. I bet you’d let me fuck you.”
“Ash,” he moaned, his body shaking under mine.
“That’s right. Say my name, slut.”
“I…”
“You what?”
I slid my fingers under his balls, bouncing them gently.
“Fuck. You.”
“Nah. I don’t swing that way.”
I pressed one finger against his taint, his hot skin sending a jolt of lust through me.
He jerked like he’d been electrocuted, a cry tearing from his throat.
“That’s it, slut. Spread those legs for me.”
He did, and my dick pulsed in my jeans.
I’d always had a dominant streak, a need to show my partners who was boss. But I’d never given in to the urge before. I highly doubted the girls I’d hooked up with would have been okay with me calling them sluts and manhandling them like this. And the guys hadn’t been anything more than a way to get off. A quicky blow job, a hurried handie, not exactly the time to break out my bossy side.
Who would have thought that Jules, sweet and perfect little Jules, not only loved it but reveled in it?
I wanted more.
And more importantly, so did he.
He spread his legs the slightest bit and tilted his hips just enough for me to slide my finger through his crease and over his puckered hole. I pressed against it. Not enough to push in but enough to tease.
“Ash!”
“I’ll bet this hungry little hole would swallow my finger. My cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, slut? You’d love it.”
I tapped the pad of my finger against his hole, and another groan tore from him.
“You’d be so tight too. Your virgin hole would hug my cock so good. I bet you’d scream for me. Writhe and beg for more as I fucked you. Would you like that, slut?”