I groan, fisting his hair to tug him closer. “God, yes. I’ll do whatever you want—just… please touch me.”
He snickers, clearly satisfied, and presses a quick kiss to my lips before pulling back. His hands slide down, hooking into the waistbandof my boxers and tugging them down, my hard cock finally slipping free.
Cool air hits my skin, and I suck in a breath, already aching for more.
Troy reaches for the bottle of lube on his nightstand, slicking his fingers before warming it between his hands. Then he reaches between my legs, wrapping his hand around me.
I gasp, my body rising off the mattress as I instinctively arch into his touch.
“Easy,” he scolds, pressing a steady hand to my hips to keep me in place. “Stay still for me. Let me take care of you.”
I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to settle, even as every nerve in my body screams for more.
A slow, pleased smile curves his mouth. “That’s it. Good boy.”
The praise settles low in my stomach, smooth and warm, like it’s soothing an old wound that’s been festering my whole life. The way he looks at me, those brown eyes full of pride and quiet wonder, like I could never disappoint him… I’ve never had anyone look at me like that before.
He pumps my length at a torturous pace, unhurried and controlled, drawing it out in a way that makes my whole body tense. He hovers above me as he touches me, his mouth brushing against the shell of my ear. I tilt my head instinctively, giving him more access, and he trails soft kisses along my throat, sending shivers racing down my spine.
His thumb circles the plump, wet head, making my legs spasm. My breath catches as the sensation builds, steady and consuming. His hands feel different from my own—smaller, more nimble—and the contrast only makes everything better. It’s overwhelming in the best way, like he was made for me.
Every instinct in my body screams at me to chase it, to move, to take more—but I don’t.
God, it’s difficult.
I need a distraction.
I hook my arm around his neck, pulling him down until our mouths meet. He smiles against my lips as I kiss him, a little messy, a little desperate, my breath uneven as I try to stay still. My legs tremble with the effort, but I force myself to hold steady.
He told me to be still, so that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I’m going to be so,sogood for him.
He quickens his pace, stroking me faster. I groan against his lips, my grip tightening in his hair until I feel his breath hitch—but he doesn’t stop.
“Troy,” I choke out, my mouth falling open on a broken gasp. “I’m gonna—”
He pulls away in an instant.
“Fuck!” I gasp, the word ripping out of me as I suck in air like I’ve just surfaced from underwater.
My whole body aches with it, wound tight and throbbing, desperate for release. But Troy just leans back on his heels, watching me with a slow, satisfied smirk. His tongue flicks against the ring in his lip, eyes dark with heat as his hand drifts lower, palming himself through his black briefs.
“That’s it,” he says, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my knee. “You look so pretty when you’re about to come, baby. I wanna see that face again.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. “P-please.”
I’m not even sure what I’m begging for—for him to let me finish or to keep pushing me harder. My thoughts are hazy, scattered, my body buzzing with need. But underneath it all is the stronger desire to give him what he wants. I want to do this right. I want to make him proud.
“Lift your hips,” he says, tapping my leg lightly.
Groaning, I obey, raising them just enough for him to slide a pillow beneath me, adjusting me with careful hands.
“Good,” he praises. Then, softer but no less commanding, “Now spread your legs.”
Heat floods my face as I do as he asks, my feet braced against the mattress as I open up for him. Troy settles between my thighs,his thumb brushing lightly over me. I twitch on instinct, my body already buzzing with anticipation.
His gaze lifts to mine. Not with admonishment, but rather a quiet reminder to stay still.
