Page 40 of Breaking You Open

His sly smile is back. “Oh,that.”

I stoke a lock of hair from his face and hiss into his ear, “So desperate for it, are you? So desperate that you’d buy a plug to fill your hungry little hole?”

“Yeah.” He melts onto the counter, hands dropping whatever he was doing. Eyes hooded, he gazes up at me and pushes his ass back until I feel the hard end of the plug press against my fly. “But I want you…Wantyouto fill it.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

With a growl, I grip both his ass cheeks, squeeze them in my hand, and lift them to hold them apart. Sparrow whimpers, standing on his tippy-toes to allow me better access. I kneel to the floor, dig my thumbs into the crease of his ass, and part his cheeks wide, dinner wholly forgotten. When I trace his stretched rim with a finger, he shudders and lets out a moan. So responsive. So attentive. He moans louder when I place my finger on the end of the plug. The textured plastic of the gemstone is warm to my touch as I push it further inside, testing the give of it. The plush muscles of his cheeks clench around my touch. Then Ipull, and he gasps as the wider part starts pushing against his rim.

“Hold yourself open for me, okay?” I mumble.

His hands fly immediately to his flanks, and he grabs his ass cheeks to expose himself, upper body resting on the kitchen counter as he balances on his tippy-toes.

So eager. I smirk as I fuck the plug in and out of him for a while, watching his rim expand and pulse around the flared base.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.

There’s some resistance as I pull the plug out fully, and Sparrow whines as his hole clenches around nothing.

“You need something here, don’t you?” I press a finger to his hole, hot and slick from the lube he must’ve used.

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Please.”

I lean in and flick my tongue over his hole, and he nearly falls over.

“Hold on tight,” I say with a smirk before I dive back in, probing his stretched hole with my tongue, groaning as I bury my face between his warm cheeks. I lick him from balls to taint and back over his hole. All the while, he’s gasping and hitching for breath as if I’m hurting him. As if he’s dying.

I spit into his crack and push a finger inside. Sparrow moans, the faintest whisper of “please” slipping over his lips as I twist my finger inside him and find the spot that has him crying out.

“Yeah, there you go.” Won’t take long now; I can feel his muscles tensing up, his hips thrusting into thin air in his desperation for some friction on his cock. He lacks the sense to ask me for it; instead, he’s so obedient in holding his ass open for me.

I rip the ties of the apron open and tap his thigh. “Turn around for me, boy.”

Delirious, he drops his hands from his ass and does as I say, and as the apron falls to the floor, I take his hard cock into my mouth, swallowing it to the root in one go.

“Ah! Louis!” he cries out, and barely two seconds later, he explodes into my mouth, hips jerking uncontrollably as he spurts deep into my throat.

I swallow it all and stand up. Not wasting any time, I flip him back over, rip my jeans down, and get out my own rock-hard dick.

I don’t know much, but I do know this: I’m not going to fuck him today. It would be too much for him, and too much for me too.

Instead, I jerk my length with harsh, desperate strokes, and it doesn’t take long for my release to rush up my spine. Groaning and squeezing my eyes shut, I paint Sparrow’s ass with my seed until he drips with it.

A long moment passes where I do nothing but catch my breath and let the aftershocks sear through my body. Then I tuck myself back into my pants, lick my lips, and open my eyes.

Sparrow lies naked and half-slumped against the kitchen counter, his sharp shoulder blades protruding from his back and his hair in disarray. He turns around, and at the sight of his glittering blue eyes and lips bitten pink and plump, reality crashes back into me and churns my insides into mush.

Done. It’s done. I did what I swore I would never do. At least I didn’t fuck him, but this is bad enough.

“Louis…” His arms lift toward me shakily as he leans into my body. He stands on his tippy-toes again as he reaches up, up, his mouth open and wanting, longing for the heat of mine. But he doesn’t know it’s cold, and he knows nothing of the darkness lurking inside my blackened heart.

I jerk away from him so forcefully he nearly trips, but he catches himself just in time.

“I’m going out,” I grunt.

His mouth falls open. “But…Don’t you want dinner?”

I avert my gaze to avoid the hurt and confusion in his eyes. “No. I’m going.”

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