Page 35 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Quiet,” Prudence commanded, his voice scratchy and low. “Hold still or I’ll stop.”

I swallowed, nodding my head before he even began to move. Anything. I’d do anything to get him to touch me for real. My balls were drawn up tight, my hole clenching as more precum dribbled down the throbbing shaft. I didn’t dare look, because he’d told me not to, even though my curiosity was slowly killing me.

What would his hand look like?

Ohh fuck. Fuuuck.

Prudence’s finger dipped into the tip of my dick, and I laser-focused on the sensation as he rubbed at the sticky slick at my slit till my hips were jumping on their own to chase him, and my toes curled.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

It was easier to ignore the need to see him now that I had a face full of bedsheet and I could feel his thighs up against mine. I needed to know if he was as into this as I was. So I pushed back experimentally, and my ass brushed against a bulge in his jeans. His cock was hard, thick, and felt eager enough my confidence boosted. Ah. So he wasn’t as unaffected as he sounded.

“You’re hard—” I blurted, stupidly.

“You’re squirming.”

Prudence pinched the loose skin at the top of my cock and electricity shot through my body. I didn’t even recognize the choked sound I made as he released me, fanning his fingers along my length like he was measuring it.

Fuck.

He felt so good.

Firm. Dominating.

My cheeks were uncomfortably hot as I drooled onto the mattress. Shame crept up on me as I realized just how much I was grinding my ass against him. I hadn’t noticed till he pointed it out. As embarrassed as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. A greedy slut, indeed.

“Do you like your hole played with, Luca? You don’t look like the type,” Prudence asked, his voice a quiet, curious scratch.

I nodded, surprised by my own enthusiasm.

It wasn’t that I was surprised I liked it—what surprised me was that for some indiscernible reason, honesty came so easily when I was talking to him. I loved being fucked actually—but I’d only played with my ass a handful of times, and all of them had been with Hunter.

It was something I’d never been comfortable doing with a stranger. When Prudence had brushed my hole the last time we’d been together it had felt almost forbidden.

It felt intimate.

Too intimate.

“Are you going to touch me there?” I asked, swallowing around the sudden dryness in my throat. Even I could tell how hopeful I sounded. Prudence huffed in what I guessed to be amusement, a soft little noise that made my dick weep. He rubbed his finger through the fresh drop of precum at the tip of my cock, a contemplative sound rumbling in his chest as he gathered the sticky liquid thoughtfully before smearing it down the shaft.

Fuck yeah.

My abs tightened and I hissed.

I bucked desperately into the touch, my mouth hanging open as I drooled against the bedsheets. Instead of teasing, like I expected, he just tightened his grip, forming a circle around the root of my cock. I humped again, just to feel the way he squeezed all the way up. Tight. Cold. Just the right amount of scratch.

“Nnnng,” I groaned.

My eyes rolled back, voice deepening an octave as I humped forward, caught between shoving back against Prudence’s dick—the only indicator of his desire—or forward into his vise-like grip.

God, he was going to be the death of me.

Luca was delicious when he was horny. All long-limbed debauchery, his pink hair flopping forward, his elegant neck glistening with sweat. Dappled sunlight slipped from the window, decorating his broad, freckled shoulders as they tensed with each panted breath. The muscles in his back rippled, and I had to bite back my groan at the sight. I hadn’t been lying when I said he didn’t look like the kind of man who liked getting fucked. Not that stereotypes were ever based on fact, even I knew that.

It was the way he held himself.

Everything about Luca screamed “normal, straight, vanilla” aside from his pastel pink hair. Passing him by on the street you’d never know the way he quivered at the promise of his hole being played with. The way his hips rolled forward like a dog in heat at the slightest touch. The way he begged for pain with the lost look in his pale gray eyes. Everything about him came to life under my attention.

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