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“Leave your hands there,” Hawke ordered firmly as he released my fingers and dropped his hands to my waist. I sucked in a breath when he moved them between the door and my groin and began playing with my erection through my jeans. But the torture didn’t last nearly long enough because he was opening my pants a second later and shoving both them and my underwear down. His moves were rough and demanding as he dragged my shoes and socks off and yanked my pants away so I was completely naked from the waist down. A shiver of fear and excitement tore through me as I wondered if I was in for another rough ride. But instead of splitting me open, I felt Hawke’s hands only smooth over my ass for a few seconds before he sought out my erection again and began stroking it. His free hand moved down to fondle my balls and I nearly swallowed my tongue when he kicked my legs farther apart. Because I had somehow missed him opening his own pants and by widening my stance, he’d given himself more room to work and his cock speared through my crease as he began teasing me with long strokes.
I began surging into his hand as my need grew and I could feel my pre-cum dripping down my dick and smoothing out Hawke’s drags on my ultra-sensitive skin. “Please, Michael,” I groaned as my lust began spiraling out of control.
“Please what, baby?” Hawke ground out against my ear before gently nipping on the lobe.
“Fuck me,” I said.
“You want me in that tight little hole of yours again?”
“Yes,” I nearly shouted and I risked dropping my hands so I could reach behind me and grab Hawke’s ass. He stilled briefly at my touch, but then he began increasing his glides between my ass cheeks. The proof of his need moistened my heated skin.
Lips sought out mine in a brutal kiss as Hawke released my cock and closed his fingers over my hips. And then he was pulling away from me.
“Michael-” I cried in protest, but the remainder of my words died a quick death when I heard a tearing sound and was jerked backwards a little bit. What remained of my shirt hung in remnants from my arms as Hawke’s lips sought out my collarbone and his hands dragged up and down my back. He pressed me hard against the door again and held me there with one hand in the middle of my back as his other hand pressed between the globes of my ass. He teased my hole with the rough pad of his finger and I shoved my ass back as much as I could to get more. Excitement flooded my system when I heard the telltale sounds of a plastic bag and then a second later, the snick of a cap. But no lube was brushed over my entrance, no slick cock slipped between my cheeks.
“Do you ever play with yourself here?” I heard Hawke ask as he pressed against me again and flicked his finger over my hole. Anticipation had me twisting my hips in the hopes he would give me more of what I needed. But when he pulled his finger away, I let out a harsh groan.
“Do you?”
I nodded, but I realized the admission caused me no humiliation, just more excitement. My cock was leaking like a faucet now and I sought relief by rubbing against the smooth surface of the door. But Hawke’s next words stopped me cold.
“Show me.”
Lust exploded in my belly as I understood what Hawke wanted and I immediately shook my head even as my brain cried out for me to do whatever he wanted.
“Work that pretty hole for me, Tate,” Hawke urged and then he was pulling one of my hands from the door and covering my fingers with lube. My shirt was still hanging loosely from my arms, hampering my movements, so Hawke dragged it off of me. I should have protested Hawke’s demand, but in truth, I was beyond turned on and I only hesitated for a second before reaching my fingers behind myself to seek out my hole. I could feel Hawke’s eyes on me as I began massaging myself and a second later, his big hands split me open so he could see what I was doing.
“Fuck,” Hawke, murmured as I began pressing the tip of one finger inside myself. The sting and burn drove my need to a whole new level and I ruthlessly shoved my finger in as far as I could, crying out in pleasure at the immediate burn that flared through my ass. I began thrusting in and out of my body and I risked turning my head to watch Hawke watching me. The raw lust and fascination in his gaze was heady and I used the moment to torment him the way he’d been tormenting me. I pulled my finger completely free of my body so he could glimpse my opening before it reflexively closed, then I pushed back in. I did it over and over until I felt my muscles starting to loosen and the burn beginning to fade. I started to add a second finger, but before I could, Hawke’s thick digit was pressing into me, joining the finger I had jammed up my ass.
