I gasp from his praise and his touch. My knees wobble as my hands fly to his shoulders to steady myself from the sensation of his mouth on me. He breathes me in, a deep, shuddering inhale that has my whole body breaking out in goosebumps. It’s so intimate. His tongue flattens against the fabric, as he licks a slow,torturous stripe up my lace-covered erection that makes my hips jerk forward.
His hands move to my ass, and almost in slow motion, his mouth drops open again as he registers I’m wearing a thong.
“Porter,” he groans, head falling back to look up at me with lust-filled, blue-green eyes. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face. I reach back with one hand and snap the thin strap against my skin. “You don’t like it?” I ask in a bratty tone. “I thought since you’ve been begging for the panties that the thong would be a nice surprise.”
The pure awe on his face is better than I could’ve ever imagined. He looks like a man who’s just seen god, and his god is a bratty twink in a lace thong.
“You’re incredible. Seriously, holy fuck, I want you so bad, P. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”
His hands lock on my hips, turning me so my ass is in his face. I grab the footboard to brace myself as he pushes the jersey up before sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of my ass. I yelp at the sharp sensation before he soothes the pain by sucking into my skin, and I’m positive I’m going to have a hickey on my ass now.
“You’re such a goddamn tease,” he groans against my skin, his voice muffled as he licks the spot he just bit, then trails his tongue up the string of the thong. “Walking around in this… in my jersey… knowing what this would do to me.”
“Yeah?” I moan, pushing my ass back into his face, letting myself give in to my desires fully. “And what’s it doing to you, Daddy? Does it make you want to fuck me?”
He answers by hooking his thumbs into the thin straps on my hips and dragging the lace up so it bites into my crack, putting pressure on my hole. He leans in and spits, right on the fabric stretched over my entrance. The wet heat soaks through immediately.
“You already know I want to fuck you. This is making mewant to absolutely own that tight little hole of yours,” he growls. He stands up and smacks my ass. I’m loving this possessive side coming out of him. “Teach you a lesson for being such a fucking tease.”
“I’d like to see you try,” I sass.
“Hands and knees. Ass out on display for me,” he instructs, and instead of taunting him anymore, I obey, climbing onto the bed to get into position. I want it too badly to pretend otherwise. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my cock is so hard it feels like it’ll rip through the thin front fabric. My ass is presented to him, and the jersey slides down my back as I arch for him.
“Look at you. All dressed up for me. Inmyname.” He leans in, and I feel the wet heat of his tongue press against the lace, right over my puckered entrance. He licks a broad, filthy stripe, and I moan, pushing back against his face. He pulls back, running a finger down my crack next. “This is the prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”
The bed dips behind me, and I feel his hot, thick cock as he rubs it over my ass cheeks. He picks the strap of the thong up and slides his dick between the lace and my cheeks, right over my hole, teasing me without actually attempting to push inside.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, my hips rocking back, trying to get more, but he pulls his dick all the way out from under the thong, and I almost protest until he instead rubs his cock up and down my crack, pushing the lace between us.
“You like that? You like my cock rubbing against your hole through these slutty little panties, Kitten?”
“Yes. Will, please,” I beg, voice muffled by the sheets.
“Please what?” he repeats. He slows his hips to a maddeningly relaxed pace, letting me feel every thick inch of him sliding against the lace. “Tell me what you’re begging for. You want me to rip these off you? Want me to shove my tongue in your ass and prep you? Or do you just want me to keep doing this,rubbing my cock all over you, teasing you until you’re a desperate, leaking mess?”
He doesn’t stop moving as he waits for me to answer his filthy questions, continuing to slide his shaft against my ass, grinding my thong into my crack, and pressing down just enough to make my whole body clench with need. The wet fabric is torturous—a barrier I absolutely hate.
“Anything you want to do to me,” I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “Just… more. Touch me more.”
Next thing I know, his mouth is on me. He bites the thin fabric and pulls it to the side of my ass with his teeth, then his tongue is lapping at my bare hole. The sensation is wet and filthy, he’s eating my ass with determination. Heat curls through my spine at how good his mouth feels on me.
“Fuck, Will,” I choke, hips pushing back without an ounce of shame, eager for him to be inside of me.
He groans into my skin and seals his mouth over me again. His tongue circles, presses, tastes, and my whole body shudders. I feel the desire behind every movement, more so than anyone else I’ve ever been with. Even though I know he doesn’t care about me the way I care about him, it’s nice to feel so desired. He grabs my cheeks, holding me open for him. The sounds he’s making have my stomach flipping and my cock throbbing, desperate to be touched, but I don’t want to break the trance of Will eating me out.
“God, you taste so good,” Will groans against my skin after a moment.
“Will,” I gasp, voice breaking, “holy fuck.”
He answers by dragging his tongue over me once again before giving my hole a kiss and pulling back. I want more, so much more. I’m about to beg when I hear the signature snap of the lube bottle cap opening, and then a cold drizzle of it lands directly on my ass and the back of the thong that Will snapped back into place.
“Stay still,” he commands, and then his cock is back, but this time it’s sliding so effortlessly against my ass, teasing me, slipping under the top of my thong, pulling it against my hole once again. The lace is soaked now, probably ruined with how wet it is with lube in the back and precum in the front, but I don’t care.
“Will, stop fucking around and fuck me already,” I demand, pushing back, trying to carelessly force him inside. I need it so badly. “Need your cock inside me.”
“Patience,” he mutters, reaching around to wrap his slick hand around my aching cock, stroking me as I cry out, hips jerking forward into his grip. The movement is so slow, so teasing it has my balls drawing up already with how much he’s tortured me.
