I hum, circling my thumb around the flushed tip. “You want more?”
He nods, frantic.
“Use your words.”
He groans and tries to lift his hips, but the hammock’s too unstable. He’s at my mercy and heknowsit. “Please,” he gasps, hands fisting the netting beneath him. “Please, I want—I want your mouth, or your hand, or your cock—anything,just don’t tease—”
I raise a brow and smirk. “Iamteasing,” I murmur. “That’s the point.”
He moans, but the second he tries to thrust up, I press down on his stomach with one flat palm, holding him still.
“Don’t squirm,” I say, calm as the tide.
“Ican’t help it,” he gasps.
“Yes, you can,” I murmur, dragging my hand lower, fingers slipping between his legs. “You just don’t want to.”
Two fingers slide against his entrance—slick with lube I palmed from the beach bag earlier, warmed by the sun, slippery as sin. He’s already loose from last night, but not enough to take me yet.
I press in slow. One finger first, against his entrance—slick with lube I palmed from the beach bag earlier, warmed by the sun, slippery as sin. Knuckle-deep, curling just slightly. I feel him tighten around it, feel his breath catch like he’s trying to be good, trying to stay still, even as his whole body trembles with the effort. Then, with my other hand, I wrap my fingers lightly around his cock.
He makes asound. A broken, needy whimper that tears straight from his chest as I stroke the length of him slow and easy—just the barest pressure, my thumb brushing his slit.
“Cap—fuck,Cap—”
“You said you were sore,” I murmur, adding another finger. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t youdare.”
I chuckle. The hammock shifts again under us, creaking softly with every movement. He’s spread wide now, legs trembling, back arched in a way that makes his cock twitch helplessly in my hand every time I curl my fingers deeper inside him.
His thighs jerk as his breathing turns ragged, hands fisting the netting in white-knuckled grips like he’s hanging on by sheer willpower, like the only thing keeping him from screaming is the rope biting into his palms.
The hand on his cock stays slow. Lazy. Just enough to remind him what heisn’tgetting. No friction, no pace, no pressure to bring him anywhere near the edge. I stroke him in time with thepull of my fingers inside him—deep and steady, opening him up while his cock pulses with every frustrated, ruined heartbeat.
“Damian,” he gasps, writhing now, eyes glassy and wide. “I’m gonna—I need—please.”
I tighten my grip just a little and he lets out a broken moan that turns into a sob, back arching as he grinds helplessly into my hand. “You gonna come from this?” I murmur, leaning close, lips brushing his jaw. “From my fingers in your ass and the softest jerkoff of your life?”
He whines high and desperate. “I don’t know—I don’t—fuck—please—”
I pull out just enough to make him feel the absence. Then push back in, crooked and cruel.
He screams into his arm. I can feel the moment he loses patience. His whole body tightens. Not in that sweet, needy way he gets when he’s spiraling into pleasure—but in that bratty,fuck-itway he gets when he thinks he’s got leverage. When he thinks he can flip the dynamic with a single well-placed touch.
His hand darts down, fast and reckless, fingers fumbling for the waistband of my swim trunks.
“No—” I growl.
His fingertips brush the bulge of my cock, smug and hungry and desperate for more. So I slap his hand away and his breath catches like I punched the air out of him.
Two fingers becomes three. He screams a choked, guttural sound that punches straight through the salt-thick air as his back arches and his body tightens like a bowstring. His thighs snap inward. The hammock lurches under us with the sudden shift, ropes creaking in protest, but I don’t budge.
I curl all three fingers deep inside him, pressing slow and steady until he’s gasping like he’s drowning in it. My other hand keeps stroking him lazily.
He’s shaking now, sweat slicking his skin as he bites down on his own lip hard enough to keep the sound trapped in his chest.
“You don’t get to touch me,” I say softly. “Not until I let you.”
