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“It’s not.”
“I don’t want him touching me.” He pushed his ass further toward me, the movement causing his ass cheeks to spread even further.
We both knew that Jay would touch him later regardless, but having Chris encouraging me was the final push my confidence needed. I closed my eyes and dived in, moving my tongue up and down his clenched crack. The alien feeling barely registered in my brain, like I discovered a new secret sense. I switched to swirling the tip of my tongue around the clenched opening, and Chris groaned loudly.
It wasn’t so much the taste that got me, but rather the texture of that wet, slippery skin against my tongue, lips, nose, and chin. I wanted to push deeper and explore more until I learned every secret Chris’s body had to offer. We weren’t alone in the room, but we might as well have been with how well I managed to block Jay and Anthony from my thoughts.
“Fuck,” Chris hissed when I shoved the tip of my tongue into him. A wet warmth wrapped itself around my tongue, feeling like nothing I ever felt before. I pushed harder, sliding my way slowly deeper into the narrow tunnel. Chris jolted, and I quickly grabbed his waist to hold him still, although it wasn’t like he was going anywhere with his legs firmly tied.
“Jesus Christ,” Chris panted. “Ethan, take it easy.”
His words got lost in the background. I pushed deeper, feeling resistance which sparked a bit of pain in my jaw. I moved my hand and closed my palm around his cock, feeling reassurance when I discovered how hard he was. When he refused to ease up his clenching, I found his smooth balls and gave them a light squeeze.
“Oh!” He yelped. “What the hell?”
I pulled out my tongue, but his taste lingered. “Sorry, but can you please stop clenching?”
“Don’t ask,” Jay said, “just tell him what you want.”
“I don’t need a tutor.”
I ran my hands over Chris’s ribs and traveled upward until I reached the damp curves of his armpits. He was silent, his forehead resting on the table, which made it easier for me to reach his chest and squeeze it. He barely had any fat on him, his pecs all swimmer’s muscles. I said, “Open up for me, okay? Let me make you feel good.”
Chris shook his head. “You can’t make me like this.”
Jay moved his hand underneath the table, making Chris flinch when he grabbed his cock. “You’re still hard, so I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Sure it doesn’t. E, go on.”
I gave Chris’s nipples a gentle tug. “Okay if I continue?”
His answer was a single nod, a reluctant acceptance.
I took a breath to refocus myself, then leaned my head down and stuck out my tongue until I could once more feel Chris’s asshole. This time, I was able to push my tongue inside him with more ease. Despite the tightness, I managed to lick around a bit, the feeling both forbidden and intoxicating. Now that he’d stopped clenching, Chris’s moans of pleasure grew stronger. He even pushed himself slightly toward me, although I wasn’t sure he was completely in control of the way his body was reacting.
“If you want to really reach deep, you’re going to need your fingers,” Jay said.
In truth, I was thinking the same thing. I pulled out my tongue and stared at the wet opening that now seemed a bit less clenched and so unbelievably inviting.
“Start with one,” Chris said, his forehead resting on the table. “Wiggle it inside a bit to loosen the muscles, then add another finger when you feel it’s loosened enough. When it’s getting too dry, pull out and spit on your fingers.”
His words both made sense and didn’t. Jay seemed angry for having the man he was trying to punish going along with it. Knowing Chris, I suspected his actions were meant to discourage Jay, to show him how little effect his plot truly had. I was simply relieved not to be hearing hatred in Chris’s voice.
“Okay,” I said and gave a kiss to his right ass cheek. “Let me know if you want me to slow down. Have…” I cleared my throat. “Have you ever had fingers inside?”
“We’re not having this conversation when I’m tied down like this. You don’t have long nails, right?”
“What? No.”
“Okay. Don’t want cuts up there.”
“That would be annoying, yes.”
He chuckled, and I did the same, but one angry look from Jay was enough to stop me. I spat on Chris’s asshole, then pressed a finger against his entrance. He sucked in a breath and spread his legs a bit further.
I slid my finger between the tight muscles, expecting to feel more resistance. I never had anything inside me and could only assume what Chris was currently feeling. I knew pain was a part of it, but I had no idea at which point pleasure was meant to take over. I waited about ten seconds, then pushed deeper. It wasn’t a smooth sail, but I managed to push my finger all the way through.
