Page 77 of Employing Patience

Instead of worrying about what he plans to do with that information, I reach behind his head and let his hair out.

“Perfect length to pull as I fuck you.”

He shudders visibly beneath me. “So get to it.”

“Open up, meu lutador.” The endearment catches me by surprise as I slide my fingers over Joey’s lips, and before he can comment on it, I fill his mouth with two digits. “Give them a good suck. Get them nice and wet so I don’t hurt you.”

His obedience is incredible. His lips wrap around my fingers, and he sucks like his life depends on it. Spit coats my fingers as he licks and sucks, and it’s such a complete throwback to when it was my cock in his mouth that the little soldier gives a good kick.

Joey’s eyes light up, telling me he felt it.

“What can I say?” I kiss his jaw. “Your mouth was made to be filled.”

He pulls off. “So was my ass.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” I reach down to get started prepping, but then when I run my gaze over his body and look up to find him still watching me, that warning feeling hits again. I change my mind.

“Turn over. Grab the armrest and point that sexy ass my way.”

Again with the obedience. This flirty, confident, stubborn man giving me whatever I want, because he’s getting what he wants. Again, concern over him using me tries to take hold, but I shake it off. If he is, it’s too late to stress about that now.

I can be pissed with myself over it tomorrow, after a night of mind-melting orgasms, rather than pissed off with myself now, with no way to take the edge off.

“Open your legs more.”

Joey’s knees shift as wide as the couch will allow, giving me the perfect view of his hole. I got a good look at it when I rimmed him last time, and it’s just as hot as I remember.

I run my fingers over it, causing him to twitch away.

“Relax.”

“You know, I’d say that it’s easy enough to say when you’re not the one doing it, but unlike when I’ve said that to women, you actually have been in my position.”

And for some reason, hearing him talk about sex with other people just plain pisses me off. “Well, next time you put it up some chick’s ass, you’ll know what you’re talking about too,” I say dryly.

Joey chuckles as I rub his hole. “Think she’ll peg me if I ask sweetly?”

“I think you’ll never find someone to fuck you the way I will.”

“Well, that settles it, then.” He glances over his shoulder, cocky expression in place. “You’re going to have to keep doing it.”

I spank him. Hard. “Behave, or I won’t do it a first time.”

“Yeah, right.” He grits through the sharp pain, arching his back, putting himself further on display for me. “I’m sure you could resist me like this.”

I hate that he’s correct about that. There isn’t a single queer man in the world who could walk away from Joey bent over for them like this.

I press a finger to his hole again, massaging it and softening it until I’m able to slip a finger in there. My handprint is blooming deliciously on his cheek, and I wonder if he’ll let me mark his ass up before he leaves too.

“Ooh, feels weird,” Joey says, rocking back onto me.

“And that’s only one little finger. You haven’t felt anything yet.”

“Gimme another.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready for more.” And while he might be already, I’m not giving him the satisfaction of being right. I’m also not going to rush him after that initial hesitation. I’m making this good for him. I’m making sure he enjoys it. And maybe bottoming turns out not to be his thing after this, but it won’t be for lack of trying.

“That’s it, Joey,” I murmur, getting a second finger in on the action. It’s tighter this time, both fingers being squeezed by his hole, and the feel of them being sucked into his body makes my cock throb. I take my time—this is foreplay for me as much as it is for him because I can’t stop my eyes from tracking every line in his body. The arch of his back. The curve of his ribs. The way his shoulder blades flex as I brush over the nerves in his ass. Drawing out his pleasure. Teasing him. Working him up and making him forget about the pain.

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