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Only one way to fix that.

I kissed my way lower, nipping his damp skin, enjoying the feel of him against my lips and his gasps of pleasured distress.

Insistently, I pushed one of his knees aside, lowering my body between his legs. His breathing quickened as I tested his ass cheek with my teeth, then he became very still as I ran my lips over the globes of his muscular ass. His cock bulged impressively, tucked downwards where it lay against the tiles between his legs. I swiped my tongue along the firm head of it, and he gasped. The fact that he’d never had his ass properly appreciated felt like a crime. Knowing I’d be his first for this, too, made me even more possessive.

I glanced around and found a convenient floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the door, and could see his rapt, worried anticipation. I ran my tongue down the valley of his ass, taking my time, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under my hands. Quiet sounds of distress escaped his lips. When I reached my destination, I again marveled at how such a small hole could be stretched to accommodate my dick. I flicked my tongue over the tight swirl of it, and he jerked, gasping loudly. I glanced at the mirror. His lips were parted, his face flushed. Again, I swept my tongue over it, slower, investigating, tasting the faint lingering hotel soap on his skin.

“Oh fuck…fu…” He whimpered again. “Your tongue feels—” His breath caught, and he choked.

Ugh. Such shocked, horny sounds coming from a man who tried to never lose control was the hottest fucking thing. My cock was drooling precum onto the tiles, making a slick pool under my stomach.

His cock was leaking with frustration, too, and I rubbed the head with my fingertip, letting him know I could tell he was enjoying it despite his earlier protests.

I paused to urge him up onto his knees, insisting he kept his head and chest on the floor.

“What are you—” he demanded.

“Shut up and stay.” I smacked his ass. He stiffened at the insult to his self-esteem but stayed in position. I had better access this way, and kept teasing him with my tongue, running gentle, unsatisfying fingers over his throbbing, now dangling cock. I milked him with finger and thumb, teasing, giving him only enough pressure and friction there to take him to the edge and keep him there.

“Please, Loïc!” He gasped.

“For a man who’s too straight to enjoy getting his ass eaten, you beg like such a desperate little slut.”

“Please. Oh fuck, please Loïc…”

“Please, what, pretty?”

“Please fuck me before I fucking die. I need you.”

“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

“Please, fuck my ass.” He looked half delirious, drugged with lust.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I ran my tongue over his hole again, making sure to leave him good and slick. My saliva dripped down his balls. I hadn’t known he would be here todayand hadn’t packed lube. No doubt he hadn’t anticipated me here either. “You can finish yourself off if you want.”

I sounded so sincere, offering him that option. On the off chance he tried to accept, I had no qualms about pinning him down to change his mind.

“No! I need you, not my fucking hand.”

A rumble of satisfaction rattled in my chest. “Do you love my cock?”

Red tinged his face and neck. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I coaxed a finger into his ass, trying not to be impatient. He groaned and pushed back on my finger, shuddering. The hot grip of his ass made my balls ache in the best way.

“Yes, I love your cock.”

“Master.”

“I’m not calling you that!”

“We’ll see.” I pushed a second finger in without being kind about it, digging the fingers of my other hand into his ass cheek to keep him steady.

“Fuck!”

“Have you played with your little asshole when I’m not around?” I demanded.

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