I can’t believe it’s me who’s speechless, yet here we are.
“Playing hard to get?”
He’s not. He’s so not, but I’ll entertain this narrative nevertheless.
“You already caught me.”
Oh, he’s delicious.
“Good boy,” I tell him and pull up his chin, so he focuses on me. “I did. You’re mine, so now tell me why you don’t want me to fuck you?”
He gets that haunted deer-in-the-headlights look I wish I could take a photo of, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I’m pretty sure he glances at my cock as well. “You’re very attractive,” he assures me as if I don’t know that, “but it’s all happening a bit fast, and I’ve never— And there was this guy—”
He’s so tangled up in what he wants to say I’m not sure what to make of it. He’s more of a mystery than I thought, and I’m itching to unravel it.
“I don’t believe it,” I tease and lick his temple as I lean in, smelling his hair again. Oh, how I love his curls. “Really? Nobody? But you’re so damn fuckable.”
His breath catches. “I don’t think that’s a common opinion of me. I had thisthingwith a guy, a few years ago, but it was messed up. We never really kissed, didn’t talk much about it either. It was actually just me giving him handjobs sometimes,” he whispers the last words as if he’s too shy to say it out loud.
I frown, because this is unbelievable. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never been kissed?” I have to put Ratimir back in his tunnel to give Victor all my attention.
He shrugs and won’t meet my eyes. “It just hasn’t… happened really.”
Ratimir snickers at me in protest when I put him back into the tube, but I’m right back with my boy, cupping his face as I press our foreheads together. Fuck, my cock is already so hard, but he’s so soft, and vulnerable, and I want to take care of him in ways he’s never been taken care of.
“So that blowjob—”
“I hope it was good? I’ve never really done that.”
Our situation is unusual. I’m well aware of his position in my house and his bound hands, but he doesn’t shy away from my touch.
He wants it.
Because of course he does. I’ve lived in his head for years.
“It was good. And you will get even better at it, pet,” I rasp, pressing my nose against his as I shift my head, bringing our lips closer.
He’s gasping, blinking, but doesn’t take the initiative. He wantsmeto do it.
Such a good, obedient boy. A shiver goes down my spine just thinking about it.
When I tease the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue, he falls into me like a thirsty man who’s finally found the oasis. He opens his mouth the way he will eventually open his legs. I kneel in front of him, slide my hands up his thighs as our tongues meet. He exhales rapidly through his nose, tickling me, and I can’t believe I’m the first one to taste these sweet lips.
I smile into the kiss when I sense the very tips of his fingers daring to touch my neck. I tease the inner side of his cheek with the tip of my tongue, and he only lets me in deeper, kissing me back with more fervor. As if he’s afraid it won’t happen again.
My poor baby...
I pull away, closing his hungry lips with a sweet little peck. “There, kissed it better,” I say and get up, because our tub is quite full of green-and-blue foam that smells of pines and the ocean. “So who was this man? And when was ‘a few years’ ago? How old are you, Victor?” I’ve looked him up, but I want to see if he’d lie to me.
“I’m twenty-two.”Good boy. “And the guy… It’s really messed up. I don’t know if—”
I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. “Victor. I can handle ‘messed up’, I assure you.”
He takes a deep breath. “It was my stepbrother in my last foster home. He was kinda mean to me, but then sometimes into me…”
I scowl before I can stop myself. “Waste of your time, clearly. You deserve better than some kid who allows you to jerk him off out of pity. Was he even as hot as me?”
Victor gives me a level glare, scanning me from feet to face. “Is anyone as hot as you?”
