“Ash…”
“You want me to make you come?”
“I…”
“Beg me.”
He blinked, his eyes glassy and his mouth slack.
“If you want me to make you come, then you need to beg me.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“More.”
“Please make me come.”
“Like this?” I pressed the tip of my finger into his hole, breaching him but not pushing in.
I’d messed around with a few guys, but I’d never done any sort of assplay. The idea of taking a dick did nothing for me, but the thought of fucking Jules, of sliding my cock inside his tight little hole, nearly sent me over the edge.
All my hookups with guys had involved dicks and nothing more.
This was new territory for me. Was it new for him too?
He’d never been fucked, I knew that. Had he been fingered? Had he let someone inside him before?
“Ash,please.”
I pulled my hand out from the leg of his shorts, shoved it under the waistband, and gripped his cock, which was slick with precum. I gave it a gentle stroke.
“Ash.” He thrust into my hand, forcing me to go faster, harder.
“That’s it, slut. Show me how much you want it.”
“I hate you.” He thrust again, then again.
I chuckled and shifted so I was kneeling over him, bent over and holding his wrists above his head.
“I hate you too. But that doesn’t change how much you like this.”
He closed his eyes.
“Open your eyes.”
He did, glaring at me half-heartedly.
“That’s it. I want you to look at me when you come. To remember exactly who’s getting you off.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I already told you. Because it’s fun.”
I squeezed his shaft, then slid up and toyed with his tip. I dipped my finger into the slit.
He gasped, his eyes wide and filled with aroused surprise.
“You want to come?”