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“You like ASMR?” I whispered, speaking slow and deliberate.
He nodded, face nearly pressed into my shirtless chest.
I spoke again, this time using an unintelligible whisper, speaking fast and low so there was no clarity in the words, no coherence. It was pure sticky sound. He didn’t have to concentrate on what I said because comprehension didn’t matter. It was the white noise the whisper provided that soothed him in a way I found fascinating.
He exhaled with his whole body, wiggling closer as if he couldn’t get enough. I smiled even as I continued whispering, directing the words right against his ear.
His hand slipped onto my bare chest, making him still. I kept talking, wondering what he would do. My words stuttered when his hand flattened and began rubbing in a small circle. I felt rather than saw him peek up to gauge my reaction. I squeezed my thighs together and smoothed my voice back out, reminding myself that we were literally in jail and he’d been panicking.
He’s not panicking now. He’s feeling me up.
His hand dragged over the swell of my pec, brushing against the metal in my skin. He stilled again, and I sucked in a breath, voice falling silent.
“Your nipple is pierced?” he asked.
They both are. “Yeah.”
“Can I touch it?”
Oh, the sweet fucking torture. Everything about this man was sweet torture. I could never deny him.
“You can,” I whispered. “But don’t be surprised if my dick springs between us.”
His tentative fingers traced the titanium bar pierced horizontally through the center of my nipple. “I’m gay,” he whispered. Something about it seemed like a confession. “No one really knows.”
“So why’re you telling me?”
He tugged on the bar, and pleasure shot down to my groin. The groan I’d been holding back ripped free, the guttural tone low and deep.
“Can you whisper some more?” he asked, his voice so shy in contrast to the fingers boldly plucking my nipple.
I started whispering again, closing my eyes as he continued to play with the piercing, somehow settling into a pattern with his movements.
Between us, my dick was rock hard. I didn’t even try to fight against it. With every tug and twist, it swelled more until it was throbbing with need. Instinctually, I thrust, looking for friction, finding it against his drawn-in legs.
His fingers paused when I stabbed against him but started moving again just seconds later. I fought the urge to shove his knees down and roll on top to grind against him until I unleashed inside my boxers and was forced to spend the entire night with sticky underwear.
My whispers turned husky, but I didn’t stop, giving him what he asked for until my throat was dry.
My dick remained rigid against him, the pressure of his knees tempting, but I forced myself to remain still. To let him soothe himself with my body and my voice.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when he tipped his chin, his stare was heavy-lidded, the tension around his eyes and mouth smooth.
His fingers still curled around my nipple, holding the barbel like it was his. The air enveloping us was warm, our body heat creating a cocoon. I watched his lashes flutter, his fuzzy stare gazing into mine.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
I’d grown up with old money, but now I knew what it was to be rich. In that moment, the hoarse throat, swollen nipple, aching balls, and leaking dick were absolutely worth it.
In that moment, his gratitude was far greater than anything I’d ever been given.
Cupping the side of his face, I traced his lush mouth with the pad of my thumb and watched him wet it with the tip of his tongue.
I leaned in slowly, holding his stare, knowing mine glinted with want. His lashes swept down, but his chin tilted up in sweet offer.
I fit our mouths together, settling over him completely, wanting to touch every inch I could. He swallowed, and my hand drifted down so the pad of my thumb could settle over his Adam’s apple and own that too.
His lips parted, and I made it my mission to take him apart. To kiss him so thoroughly he still felt me when I pulled away. His breathing hitched, and I quickly swallowed the sound, rolling him under me so I could have him entirely to myself.
