having if we'd sorted
ourselves out sooner.
"Turn around," I say with my eyes still on the
cock I can't wait to get my lips around.
Patience , I inhale. As
he turns and his cock is with replaced with the most perfect ass
I've ever laid eyes on, I don't know how well patience is going to serve me
tonight.
"Beautiful," I whisper in awe. The word slips
out from my subconscious, but I'm encouraged to see Saul's body
arch to the sound of it.
Pressing against his arching back, I reach
around him to grab the bar of hotel soap he'd been using to wash
up. It smells like lavender and lemongrass; a sweet tartness that
makes me smile because it reminds me of Saul. Planting a kiss
between his shoulder blades I step back much to his groaning
argument.
With a slap to his wet ass, I silence his
protest, turning it into a pleasured curse. I know what he likes.
I've spent two years at Brandon's club, watching and learning. I've
filled my fantasies with him and all the things I wanted. I've
stood in a shower, just like this, only he was in my head instead
of right in front of me.
My hand grabs his ass, just so I can affirm that
he's really here. That ass wiggles a bit, and I have to bite the
inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I give his cute,
cream-colored ass another good smack. "Hold still."
"Yes, sir."
My eyes close to those words, letting them
settle in and give me courage. Lathering up the soap, I perch the
bar in the small of his back. "Be a good boy and don't let that
soap drop."
One bright green eye glances over his shoulder
at me through a mess of wet blonde hair. "Yes, sir. I'll try."
Our glances lock as I start massaging his ass
with my soaped-up hands. His bottom lip disappears between his
teeth then pops back out, plump and begging. I counter by easing
one finger down between his ass cheeks, stopping just above the
tight ring of muscle. It makes him groan as his thighs tremble in
an effort not to move and drop the soap.
"Good boy," I reward him with a smile as I
circle the entrance before penetrating it.
"Oh, God," he chokes, wincing in a fight to stay
still. "Austin... So damn good."
"Is it?" I pull the finger out then move it back
in to the knuckle in a slow, methodical motion.
"Yes, sir. M-more, please," he begs as his legs
shake.
"Maybe," I contemplate, removing my finger. He
whimpers, but the bar stays in place, so I reward the effort with
two fingers this time.
"F-f-fuck!" His back arches. The soap bar inches
to the side, teetering, but doesn't fall.
A slap to his ass corrects him. "Careful, Saul.
Remember the soap."
"Sorry, sir," he exhales, going still again.
I know he likes the pain; needs it as part of
his pleasure. I'm not Victoria - I don't think I could ever whip
him or draw blood like I've seen her do at the club, even though I
know it's what he wants. I can't give him what Victoria can, but
maybe I can give him something she can't in return.
After five, two-fingered pumps into his body,
that tight pucker relaxes and Saul's moaning with muttered words
begging for more. The tip of my dick taps his taint as my fingers
hit against his prostate. He convulses, the soap clatters against
the tiles and I wrap my arms around his chest to keep him from
falling.
"Austin," he pants, leaning his head back
against my shoulder. "I done dropped the damn soap."
I grin, kissing his neck. "You did. I'll have to
punish you for that later."
He shivers in my arms, and I know he's looking
forward to it. "Yes, sir."
Helping him stand, I step away and open the
glass door. "Go get dry and wait for the pizza while I finish
washing."
That swollen bottom lip of his pushes out in a
pout. I take it between my teeth, give it a gentle bite then suckle
it hard. That has him melting all over again, but he takes the
offering with a nod and steps out of the shower.
Once he's gone, I lean back against the cold
tiles, trying to calm the heat in my blood. My dick is throbbing,
painfully protesting the fact I just told Saul to
ourselves out sooner.
"Turn around," I say with my eyes still on the
cock I can't wait to get my lips around.
Patience , I inhale. As
he turns and his cock is with replaced with the most perfect ass
I've ever laid eyes on, I don't know how well patience is going to serve me
tonight.
"Beautiful," I whisper in awe. The word slips
out from my subconscious, but I'm encouraged to see Saul's body
arch to the sound of it.
Pressing against his arching back, I reach
around him to grab the bar of hotel soap he'd been using to wash
up. It smells like lavender and lemongrass; a sweet tartness that
makes me smile because it reminds me of Saul. Planting a kiss
between his shoulder blades I step back much to his groaning
argument.
With a slap to his wet ass, I silence his
protest, turning it into a pleasured curse. I know what he likes.
I've spent two years at Brandon's club, watching and learning. I've
filled my fantasies with him and all the things I wanted. I've
stood in a shower, just like this, only he was in my head instead
of right in front of me.
My hand grabs his ass, just so I can affirm that
he's really here. That ass wiggles a bit, and I have to bite the
inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. I give his cute,
cream-colored ass another good smack. "Hold still."
"Yes, sir."
My eyes close to those words, letting them
settle in and give me courage. Lathering up the soap, I perch the
bar in the small of his back. "Be a good boy and don't let that
soap drop."
One bright green eye glances over his shoulder
at me through a mess of wet blonde hair. "Yes, sir. I'll try."
Our glances lock as I start massaging his ass
with my soaped-up hands. His bottom lip disappears between his
teeth then pops back out, plump and begging. I counter by easing
one finger down between his ass cheeks, stopping just above the
tight ring of muscle. It makes him groan as his thighs tremble in
an effort not to move and drop the soap.
"Good boy," I reward him with a smile as I
circle the entrance before penetrating it.
"Oh, God," he chokes, wincing in a fight to stay
still. "Austin... So damn good."
"Is it?" I pull the finger out then move it back
in to the knuckle in a slow, methodical motion.
"Yes, sir. M-more, please," he begs as his legs
shake.
"Maybe," I contemplate, removing my finger. He
whimpers, but the bar stays in place, so I reward the effort with
two fingers this time.
"F-f-fuck!" His back arches. The soap bar inches
to the side, teetering, but doesn't fall.
A slap to his ass corrects him. "Careful, Saul.
Remember the soap."
"Sorry, sir," he exhales, going still again.
I know he likes the pain; needs it as part of
his pleasure. I'm not Victoria - I don't think I could ever whip
him or draw blood like I've seen her do at the club, even though I
know it's what he wants. I can't give him what Victoria can, but
maybe I can give him something she can't in return.
After five, two-fingered pumps into his body,
that tight pucker relaxes and Saul's moaning with muttered words
begging for more. The tip of my dick taps his taint as my fingers
hit against his prostate. He convulses, the soap clatters against
the tiles and I wrap my arms around his chest to keep him from
falling.
"Austin," he pants, leaning his head back
against my shoulder. "I done dropped the damn soap."
I grin, kissing his neck. "You did. I'll have to
punish you for that later."
He shivers in my arms, and I know he's looking
forward to it. "Yes, sir."
Helping him stand, I step away and open the
glass door. "Go get dry and wait for the pizza while I finish
washing."
That swollen bottom lip of his pushes out in a
pout. I take it between my teeth, give it a gentle bite then suckle
it hard. That has him melting all over again, but he takes the
offering with a nod and steps out of the shower.
Once he's gone, I lean back against the cold
tiles, trying to calm the heat in my blood. My dick is throbbing,
painfully protesting the fact I just told Saul to
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