A shudder wracked my body, the kind that starts deep in the marrow and shakes everything loose. The soft squelch of Amir’s hand working me—slow, relentless—filled the air. Each stroke dragged me further from shame and closer to the edge of something I couldn’t name, something dangerous and holy.
Warm breath ghosted over the small of my back, followed by a lingering pause—a decision being made, a boundary willingly crossed. The pressure of Amir’s hand eased from my cock, leaving me aching and empty, hips rolling back, wordless plea spilling from my lips. My heart stuttered, caught between relief and longing.
Something in the room shifted. The sterile quiet of the clinic gave way to something darker, thicker, thrumming with intent. Gloved fingers traced down the curve of my ass, lingering in the slick at my entrance. Lubricant and spit made everything slippery, a mess I’d never been allowed to be, not in daylight, not with anyone but him.
The sound of gloves being stripped away, the faintest snap, then skin—bare and fever-hot—brushing my thigh. Amir’s voice rumbled low, barely more than a growl, right at the hollow of my spine. “Let me taste you. Let me have it. Say yes, Sebastian.”
A sob escaped me, desperate and raw. My ass arched higher, legs spreading wider on the crinkled exam paper. “Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Hands parted me, strong and reverent, thumbs dragging me open. Cool air licked at exposed skin, then the shocking heat of his mouth—lips pressed to my rim, tongue slick and insistent, tracing lazy, possessive circles around the tender muscle. I jerked, thighs flexing, a startled, needy whimper ripped from my throat.
Long, slow licks—flat and broad at first, savoring, almost teasing. Amir feasted with an obscene patience, savoring every reaction, every involuntary shiver, every tremor in my thighs. The grip on my hips was iron, holding me open, holding me safe. Each pass of his tongue coaxed me wider, softer, his breath fanning over spit-slick skin.
He mouthed at me, worshipping the mess, swallowing the shame, tongue dipping just inside, then retreating, making me beg for more. My hands clawed at the paper, at nothing, helpless to do anything but take it. The world tunneled to that single, searing point wherepleasure and humiliation met—where Amir devoured me like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
Saliva dripped down the back of my thigh, mingling with the lube. Each flick of his tongue sent heat surging up my spine, flooding my brain with white noise and want. My cock throbbed, drooling freely onto the paper below, every pulse of pleasure met with a fresh rush of slick.
Fingers pressed at my rim, not entering yet—just teasing, coaxing, smearing spit around the tight muscle. The edge of a fingernail scraped gently, making me gasp. My whole body strained back, hungry for more. Amir’s mouth closed over me again, sucking, tongue stabbing deeper, the pressure building, building.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” Amir groaned, voice hoarse, words muffled against my flesh. “I could eat you for hours. Let me take my time. Let me make you forget everything but my tongue.”
The words sank in, electric and humiliating, making me tremble harder. My hips rolled, searching for more contact, more pressure. His tongue plunged inside, slow and relentless, fucking me with slick, careful strokes, every withdrawal making me ache, every push making me whimper.
A finger joined his mouth, slow and gentle, easing inside with a twist, spreading the muscle wide, opening me further. The intrusion burned and soothed all at once, the ache giving way to a fullness that made my eyes sting. Amir worked me open, tongue and finger in concert—one worshipping, one demanding. The rhythm built, pleasure blurring into pain and back again.
A second finger pressed in beside the first, twisting, scissoring, spreading me wider. His tongue slicked around them, spit pooling, my body shuddering with each careful stretch. The urge to push back, to ride his hand and mouth, warred with the urge to collapse, to let him do anything he wanted.
The hand on my hip slid up my spine, steadying me as my arms threatened to give out. The control was absolute. His mouth stayed locked to my rim, tongue thrusting between my fingers, lapping up every trace of slick and sweat.
“I want you loose for me,” Amir growled, lips dragging across my ass, teeth scraping gentle warning. “Want you so open you’ll remember me every time you sit down. Tell me you want it, Sebastian. Tell me you want to be ruined.”
My voice broke, throat ragged. “Want it. Need it. Please, Amir. Don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t ever stop?—”
He laughed softly, dark and fond, pressing a third finger to my rim. The stretch burned, pleasure edging into pain, but I welcomed it, opening wider, giving him everything. The fingers curled, finding my sweet spot, stroking it with ruthless tenderness. My cock jerked, a fresh pulse of pre-come painting the paper, the need to come building with every twist, every thrust.
Tongue flicked over the stretched, fluttering ring, slurping up the mess he’d made, moaning into me, like he was the one being wrecked. Fingers fucked me slow, then fast, relentless, coaxing the muscle to flutter and yield. The heat of his breath, the drag of his tongue, the stretch of his hand—all of it blurred into a storm of sensation that erased every thought, every worry, every mask.
Wet fingers pressed deeper, twisting, coaxing me open until I was nothing but nerves and need, my body strung tight, my mind dissolving into want. My arms trembled, struggling to keep me upright on the slick, crinkled exam paper. Every inch of my skin burned from the scrape of stubble and the drag of Amir’s tongue, the stretch and thrust of his fingers inside me, the wet, worshipful filth he muttered against my ass.
A shiver raced up my spine as his hands spread me wider, pushing my knees further apart, making sure I couldn’t close myself to him—couldn’t hide anything. The hunger in his voice sent a jolt straight to my core. “You’re so fucking tight,” Amir growled, voice nearly guttural, tongue tracing the angry, swollen rim. “So perfect for me. This little hole’s greedy. Makes me want to split you open and fuck you full, make you drip with me for days.”
My cock throbbed at the words, another droplet of pre-come beading at the tip and rolling down, heavy, shameless, a new mess onthe paper below. The humiliation and heat knotted inside me, left me shaking. “Please, Amir, need you, need?—”
Lips pressed soft and obscene to the base of my spine, then teeth grazed flesh, leaving a burning mark. In one swift movement, Amir’s mouth slid down, tracing the curve of my ass, trailing open-mouthed kisses to the underside of my cock where it hung, flushed and leaking, between parted thighs. The heat of his breath made me shudder, hips bucking back in search of friction, desperate to be filled, to be ruined.
A wide, hungry tongue licked up the underside of my cock, catching the spill of pre-come, savoring the taste with a moan that vibrated through every muscle in my body. His lips closed over the swollen head, sucking softly, then harder, his tongue swirling, collecting every drop. Fingers never stopped moving—sliding, curling, stroking my sweet spot until I bit down on a moan, my voice muffled by the crook of my arm.
A rough hand landed across my ass—sharp, sudden, the sting biting through the haze and dragging me deeper into need. Another spank, firmer, left a bloom of heat that made my hole clench around his fingers. The sound echoed off tile, obscene and perfect.
“Such a good boy,” Amir muttered, pausing to squeeze my cheeks, thumbs digging in to spread me even wider. “You take every inch I give you. Bet you’d take my cock all the way, beg me to fill you, beg me to breed this perfect pink hole. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I gasped, voice cracking with desperation. “Want you to fuck me, want you to use me, please?—”
A third slap, even rougher, and then his tongue was on me again, lapping at my hole, devouring the mess, tongue plunging deep while fingers milked the base of my cock. My whole body rocked between pleasure and pain, the ache in my thighs and arms nothing compared to the burning need at my core.
Amir’s lips moved back to my cock, sucking me deep from behind, his nose pressed into the crease of my ass, breath hot and frantic. His mouth opened wider, taking me as far as he could, spit dripping down, tongue flicking at the slit, then dragging back to the tight rim, tongue fucking me, then sliding up to the head again.
“Never seen anyone this hungry,” Amir whispered, words muffled by my flesh. “Never tasted anyone so fucking sweet. I want to bury my cock in you, ruin you so bad you won’t walk straight for a week. Want to see my come leaking out every time you move. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
