Matt careens, his back arching off the bed. His dick has never felt so warm, so wet, so completelyencapsulated. His feet scramble for purchase, but they slip amongst the hotel sheets.
“Please,” he whimpers. He’s not even sure if he’s asking for the torture to end or escalate. “Bobby,please.”
Robert releases him with a pop and a smile so smug it should be illegal. “Still good?”
“Haaaaannhhh.”
That doesn’t sound like a word in either English or Spanish. Matt’s cock drips onto his own stomach as Robert continues to jerk him slowly, teasing him.
“I’m gonna try’n open you up now.” Robert can kill him if he promises to suck him off first. “Relax for me.”
The suction on his throbbing head returns and Matt jolts, thrusting up into that wet heat.
As he sucks, Robert shifts, hooking Matt’s left leg up and over his shoulder. The position keeps Matt spread as a slicked finger glides over his hole, wetting it.
Matt tenses on instinct, but wills himself to relax as the digit circles his entrance. It dips in just a bit—not even to the first knuckle—before circling the rim again. Another press, just teasing him, working him up, playing with him until Matt is shaking with need.
The suction around his cock slows to a stop. Matt whines, squirming, as Robert lays a light kiss on the head.
His cock twitches before releasing another glob of precum that drips down to his stomach.
Robert’s voice is raspy when he says, “It’s hard to go slowwhen your hole keeps sucking me in.” He sits straighter, driving Matt’s thigh up and opening him further.
Matt is completely on display as Robert watches his finger lightly dance around his hole. With his other hand, he pops the cap of the lube bottle and pours it over the entrance.
The liquid is cold, but Robert’s fingers are already there, warming it against his skin. “Do you finger yourself?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Thought so. You’re so needy for it.” Robert teases the tip of a finger in again but, frustratingly, he stops. “So responsive.”
“Rob-Bobby!” Matt isdeliriouswith want. “Please.”
“I like you with manners.”
Robert finally inches his slickened finger further in. Once he’s past the first knuckle, he pulls all the way out. Matt mewls as his hole flutters, trying to grasp at anything. Robert finally gives it to him—on an exhale he pushes in.
Matt’s fingers can only do so much—can only reach so far—so when Robert ramps up, thrusting his finger faster anddeeper, reaching a place he hasn’t felt in years, Matt melts.
“I knew you’d love it.”
Matt whimpers when the finger is completely retracted, but it quickly returns with another. The stretch is more notable with two, but Robert slows to accommodate.
In, out, in, out. When they slide easier, he scissors the digits, stretching the rim with every pass.
Matt throws his arms over his face, bracing himself and muffling his vocalizations. With his eyes covered, he can’t focus on anything other than the fingers diving into him. He feels so filled already—and Robert’s dick is much thicker than two fingers.
The thought doesn’t scare him, it excites him, and he pushes back against Robert’s hands to hurry him along.
“You’re so eager for my cock.” Robert’s almost laughing about it. “I haven’t even?—”
A guttural moan rips out of Matt when Robert presses the sensitive spot deep inside him. His legs tense and his dick jolts and Matt panics that he might come before they even begin.
“There it is.”
The feeling disappears as soon as it arrives. Matt’s throat is dry when he demands, “Again!”
Despite his teasing nature, Robert gives it to him—thrusting his fingers at the same angle again and again, building the pressure up higher and higher. He pulls out for a quick moment and on the next thrust, he’s worked up to three.
