Page 15 of Light Me Up

Still counts.

But between all the blowjobs and soapy shower handys and orgasms, there have also been moments of sweetness. Like texting me the moment he notices Mike's light shut off so I can sneak into his room and watch old action movies after we suck eachother off. Or slipping into the bathroom when I'm brushing my teeth just because he wants to kiss me. Hell, he almost got caught by Michael yesterday when he snuck into the bathroom while I was in the shower. He told me he "just wanted to get a good look." And then he ended up getting a lot more than a look when he had to quickly jump into the shower behind me, fully clothed, and duck behind the shower curtain because Michael decided to come in to fix his hair before a date. I had to tell Michael he'd caught me jerking off so he'd stop asking why I was acting so weird. Little did he know his dad had decided he'd like to sample my ass since he was eye level with it.

Not that he's ready to acknowledge us as a relationship of any sort. That would only happen in my dreams. But when he looks at me the way he is right now, I think I'd pretend to be anything he wanted just to stay exactly like this.

Closing the distance between us, I take his mouth in a kiss that I feel in my toes. Our tongue dance perfectly together, stoking a fire inside me. Henry lets me strip him, one piece of clothing at a time, and I touch, kiss, or caress every inch of his body along the way. Meanwhile, he unties the drawstring of my athletic pants with deft fingers, dipping in to palm my hard cock. I'm always hard for him, like a prepubescent teenager. But he's always hard for me, too. So it works out.

My pants drop to the ground, and I step out of them.

"It wasn't my intention to be naked for this," I tell him.

"Well then, you should consider wearing underwear."

"I wore a shirt for you. I think that's far enough."

He chuckles, and I push him toward the bed. "Lay down on your stomach, right over the towels."

He looks down at his massive erection. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"Don't worry, Daddy. I promise I'll take care of that for you."

His eyebrow twitches, but he doesn't bother telling me not to call him Daddy. We both know he likes it.

Henry climbs up on the bed, and I have to resist the urge to bite him on the ass. My eyes travel appreciatively over his body. I desperately want to mark him everywhere, most notably his soft lovehandles. I want to mark those by digging my fingers into them while I hold on for dear life and sink myself balls deep inside his ass. A shiver runs through my body.Damn.

Giving me one last grouchy look over his shoulder, Henry adjusts himself to lay sunny side down on the bed. I gently trail my fingers from his foot to his neck as I walk along the side of the bed closest to where he's lying. I have a bottle of massage oil resting in a bowl of warm water that I take out and dry off, holding it near his face for him to see and smell.

"CBD oil? Why am I not surprised?"

I laugh, figuring that's the reaction I'd get out of him.

"At least it doesn't smell like weed. Smells citrus?"

"Tangerine," I confirm. "Completely all natural."

I rattle off the few ingredients and dosage, but mostly just keeping his mind busy while I pour some of the oil on my hands and start to massage the back of his injured thigh. It's still pretty sore, although he tries to pretend it isn't and tough it out, so I start slow and gentle, gradually working up to a deeper massage.

I smile when he groans. "See? Once we get past the initial soreness, it feels good, right?" The massage, although truly meant to help his leg heal, quickly turns sensual. My fingers dig into the muscles of his thighs, running up and down, squeezing and kneading.

"Ian," Henry whines, face down on the pillow.

"Shhh, I've got you, I promise."

My hands move from his thigh, down his leg and foot. Then up the other leg until I'm massaging both thighs at once, kneading up to the bottom of his ass. Trying not to let my dick graze him, because I'm not trying to have him get frightened off, I climb up on the bed, massaging his ass cheeks and up to his lower back. I add more oil, pouring it directly on his skin, letting it trickle down his ass crack.

Gently running my fingers through the mess, I press against the outside of his hole with my lubed up fingers before moving back up to massage his back and shoulders. My dick lays against his back when I lean across him to gently suck his earlobe.

"Trust me," I whisper.He turns his head enough for me to see him nod.

I make my way back down his body, focusing once again on his delectable ass. I knead the flesh, spreading his cheeks apart and running my thumbs up and down his crack. After dripping a bitmore oil on my fingers, I rub them all around his hole, pressing in the slightest bit, pushing the lubricant inside.

"Roll over now," I tell him, hovering over him and kissing him lightly once he does. Then I lay next to him on my side, slowly stroking his cock with my lubed-up hand. "The CBD will help your muscles relax so you can take my fingers," I tell him gently, and he actually takes it pretty well. With this much prep, it's probably pretty obvious what I'm about to attempt. "If it's too much, tell me to stop or slow down." He nods against my lips, and I can tell he's nervous, just like the first time I rimmed him by the hot tub. But he doesn't try to move away. Instead, he bends his knees so I can get access from the position we're in. "I'm going to make it so good for you, Daddy."

Directing him to keep stroking his cock, I trail my fingers down, circling his hole with slightly increasing pressure, until the tip of my pointer finger barely breaches. Slowly, I press in farther, to the first knuckle, massaging back and forth gently until he seems to relax into the pressure. When I remove my finger, he actually flexes his hips like he's chasing it.

"Why did you stop?" he asks breathlessly.

"Just getting more lube," I assure him, and I work some more of the oil into his asshole little by little, until I'm a full finger deep inside him. I muffle a groan against his ribs. "Your virgin ass is so tight." The words slip out before I can think better of them, and Henry clenches. His ass tightens around my finger, which just makes me groan more, and my cock jerks, leaving sticky, wet pre-cum all over his hip. I roll my hips into him, rubbing my length against him. He seems to relax when he sees how affected I am by him and relaxes again. I resume massaging my finger in and out of his ass before teasing a second finger.

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