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GRIFF
Watching someone sleep should not be so peaceful, but that was exactly what I found as I stared at Scottie. He lay on his stomach with his face turned toward me. He clutched the pillow lightly in his grip, and soft breaths whistled from his lips. A gentle warmth settled in my heart. The longer I watched him, the more intense it grew until I was forced to admit I was fond of this boy.
Even before the sex.
Though that experience had been incredible. Would all men feel the same, or was that emotion reserved for Scottie? His hot little body could withstand a lot. He hadn’t used his safeword, though I’d given him a brutal pounding without leaving permanent bruises.
Fuck.
I might be addicted to Scottie’s ass. Once hadn’t been enough. I’d taken him over and over until my dick had become raw. His ass wasn’t the only thing that ached. I might have overworked my cock last night too.
I had no fucking regrets.
How could I ever regret something that felt so fantastic?
To think Scottie would be my first guy when I’d had so many options in prison. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He was a little firecracker in bed.
I shifted and peeled back the sheets. Seeing him dressed in my shirt, I smiled. I’d tried persuading him to go back to bed naked, but he’d gotten all shy again.
Ridiculous.
I’d played with his ass in the kitchen for half an hour. Even though he’d complained that he couldn’t take me again, he’d been the one to reach for my pants and pull them down. He was the one who’d sat on my dick, rocking back and forth slowly until I’d given him another load. He hadn’t even come then, but he’d seemed satisfied with being filled.
My Scottie.
I pulled the sheet all the way down his body, exposing him to my ravenous gaze. Pale, smooth skin was blemished by the marks I’d left on his body. A wave of possessiveness washed over me.
Mine.
I caught the hem of his—my—shirt and lifted the material to his waist. Hickies dotted his ass cheeks. The sight of them made my dick throb. I rose to my knees, nudged Scottie’s legs apart, and savored the taste of these marks on his skin while feeling possessive of them.
Scottie moaned, his right leg twitching. Cupping his cheeks, I spread and slid my tongue in and out of him.
He woke with a gasp and turned his head. When he saw me, he moaned, reached back, and grasped my hair.
Shy little Scottie was so passionate in bed.
“Oooh,” he rasped. “Feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
I palmed his cock and stroked while lapping him up. Scottie shuddered, writhing and wriggling. Gasping, he tipped his head back and bucked against me. Increasing my rhythm, I licked harder. Soft moans echoed around us. He trembled around my tongue, his body quivering and convulsing as he reached his climax. While he buried his face in the pillow, he pushed back against me.
He fell flat on the bed, winded. I didn’t want to stop playing with his ass, but the poor guy needed a break. I gave it an affectionate squeeze and lay next to him on my side with my head propped up in my hand. He had his eyes closed, little puffs escaping his mouth, his cheeks fiery red.
I grinned. After everything, he could still blush.
Fucking priceless.
I remained silent. He cracked an eye open and got even redder.
“Wh-what are you l-l-looking at?”
And his stammering was back.
“You.”
“Well, stop it already. You’re making me feel queasy.”
“Ouch.”
