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Slowly, I do as he says, kneeling on the bed as I keep my eyes level with him.
He drags his eyes over me. I can’t believe he’s looking at me like that. I still can’t believe we’re doing this.
With a shock, I realise he’s still dressed in the clothes he wore yesterday afternoon. It’s unfair, and if I was sure I could speak coherent sentences, I’d tell him to take his clothes off too.
Or tell him to touch me again.
“Turn around,” he says.
I obey. I don’t even pretend to hesitate. I’m so weak.
“Bend over and show me it.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Charlie, bend over, spread your cheeks, and show me your asshole,” he orders.
I tremble. “I can’t,” I whisper. “It’s too embarrassing.” What if he thinks it looks weird, or gross and disgusting —
He kisses my cheek. “Please,” he says, lips against my skin. “I want to see it.”
I meet his eyes, and the desire evident in them gives me enough confidence to lean over, so I’m holding myself up on my forearms and knees. My cock bobs, leaking onto Lucas’s bedsheets.
Nothing happens. He doesn’t touch me. He’s waiting for me to follow his instructions properly. Waiting for me to spread my…
I can’t think it. It’s too filthy.
To expose myself properly, the way he asked, I can no longer support myself on my forearms because I’ll need to use my hands. That’s how I end up with my face pressed into his pillow and my chest against the mattress, nipples grazing the bedsheet as both hands reach around me. I grab a buttock each and spread them. Air brushes against my asshole, making it tingle in anticipation.
“Oh, fuck,” Lucas says in a low voice. He lets out a long exhale, and the next time he speaks, his voice sounds broken. “Oh, holy fuck.”
I hear the rustle of clothing but don’t dare move to see.
“You should see how you look right now,” he tells me. “Putting yourself on display for me.”
My cock twitches.
“It’s only for me.” There’s more rustling, and the mattress shifts with Lucas’s movements. Then he places a large hand on my ass.
Suddenly, the reality of what is happening all rushes in, and I blink — what are you doing, Charlie?
Look at yourself: you’re lying on Lucas’s bed, head buried in the pillow, with Lucas’s hand on your butt. And now he’s moving his hand ever so slightly, caressing you.
The logical part of me knows I should stop him. Knows I should run far, far away. But I don’t — maybe I’m just too far gone. Maybe I’m so emotionally drained from yesterday and all I want is to do something reckless and destructive. Something that makes my mind go blank.
Or maybe, just maybe, deep down I want him —
There’s the snick of an opening drawer, and a moment later, a slippery lubed finger presses against my hole. Oh. I’ve touched myself there at least a hundred times, but never before has someone else…
Hot desire burns up my body, and I’m torn between squeezing my legs closed to hide from the painful vulnerability or spreading them even wider.
Before I can decide, the very tip of Lucas’s finger slides past the ring of muscle. All reason goes out the window, and I push my hips back, trying to communicate that I want him deeper inside without having to say it. He understands and gradually pushes his finger in, and my jaw drops open so I’ve got a mouthful of pillow. Fuck. Oh, it’s…it’s so good.
I’m not the only one affected. As he adds another finger, and then another, his breathing grows more ragged. It’s surprisingly reassuring to know Lucas isn’t a robot after all — he’s affected by this. He’s affected by me, spread out in front of him like a meal ready to be devoured.
“Your ass is practically swallowing my fingers,” he says when he has three digits inside me. He’s dragging them against my inner wall, teasing my prostate, and I feel so, so tense, my joints locked and my body begging for more. My cock is leaking so much that the bedsheet below me is wet.
I lose all of my pride and tilt my head so that my cheek is pressed against the pillow. I look over my sweaty shoulder at Lucas kneeling behind my raised ass, and the sight of him — tall, gorgeous, muscular — makes my hole twitch. “Lucas,” I say, through gritted teeth.
