Page 125 of Their Wicked Ways

“I need the word,” I reminded him gently.

“Yes. I want to try it.”

“Get the supplies out of my left pocket.”

He obeyed, his eyes flaring with heat when he pulled out the condoms and lube packets.

“I want you to hold on to those for me. Can you do that?”

He nodded eagerly.

“Good boy.” I slid my hand down the back of his sweats and cupped his ass cheek. “This is what’s going to happen. First, I’m going to tease this sweet ass of yours. I’m going to use my fingers to open you up and get you ready for me. Then, when you’re all prepped and begging, you’re going to sit on my cock. Do you want that?”

“Yes. I want it.” He nodded to emphasize his point.

“Good boy.”

His eyes took on a slightly glassy quality as he let out a contented sigh.

“Once I’m inside you, you’re going to stay exactly where you are. We’re going to watch the rest of the movie together, but you’re not allowed to move. Not unlessIsay you can. No rocking, no shifting. No touching your dick. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Green.”

“Good boy.” A flare of possessive desire snaked through my chest. He was so trusting, so eager.

Not wanting to get lost in my feelings, I dragged my finger through his crease and over his hole.

He shuddered and let out another little sigh that pushedallmy buttons.

“Are you ready?” I asked gruffly, trying not to let my thoughts derail the scene. I could freak out over my emotions later.

“Yes. Green.” He wiggled and pushed back against my finger.

“Look at me.” I dipped my finger inside him, barely breaching him before pulling back out. “I want you to keep looking at me. Let me see everything. Do you understand?”

“Green.”

I spent the next few minutes teasing him, alternating between circling his hole and dipping my finger inside him, not going any deeper than an inch.

“Please,” he begged.

“Please, what?” I stopped moving my finger and kept it just inside him.

“Please give me more.”

My cock throbbed at his needy tone. “You want more?”

“Please.” He clenched around my finger.

Carefully, I pulled it out of him. “Get the lube.”

Hastily, he separated one of the packets and held it up.

“Open it and get my fingers nice and slick.”

Using his teeth, he tore the packet open and squeezed a big dollop on my waiting fingers.

“Hold on to that. We’re going to need it soon.”

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