Page 40 of Diva Pop

He couldn’t wait until he was inside Jett with more than his fingers.

Silas went through the process of re-lubricating his fingers until he decided Jett was ready to be entered. His plan was working, though. Jett seemed lost in the sensation, biting his lip, his hips rolling as he tried to impale himself on Silas’ finger.

Jett gasped the moment Silas breached him with one digit, his finger pushing past his rim into his glorious heat.

Fuck yeah.

His cock could cut diamonds, his balls aching like a motherfucker. He reminded himself that this was about Jett. He could rub one out later while his boy was napping.

Silas added a second finger, then a third, playing Jett’s ass, stretching him while observing the ecstatic expressions crossing Jett’s face. Jett might think that playing with himself for Silas’ benefit was the best show, but Jett’s rapture as Silas expertly played him was the true showstopper.

Once Jett reached the point that he was openly moaning and sighing, his heels slipping against the now slick tub bottom, Silas aimed for Jett’s gland.

Jett cried out, water splashing as he kicked his legs. His eyes flew open, mouth slack as his breathing accelerated.

“Oh fuck. Let me come, please. If I can’t touch myself, you do it.”

“Lie back and close your eyes. You don’t need anyone’s touch.”

Jett looked at Silas as if he were insane. “Do too! It isn’t fair to get me so amped up then leave me hanging.”

“Trust me. Listen to Papa.”

Jett frowned, but after a few beats, followed Silas’ orders.

After Jett’s outburst, Silas had to go back to getting him revved up again. As soon as he had Jett where he wanted, he pegged him, Jett’s response the same as before. However, this time, he kept his eyes closed and didn’t fight him.

Soon, Jett was fucking all three fingers, lost in the rhythm of his rutting. Silas alternated teasing with pegging, sometimes going deeper as he primed Jett for an explosive climax. The second before Jett cried out his release, he clamped down on Silas’ fingers.

Silas grinned as he watched Jett come, pressing in deep and milking him dry, drawing out his orgasm until Jett went limp against the tub. His breathing was ragged, chest heaving. Jett twitched several times as Silas removed his fingers from his passage then let out a long, exaggerated moan.

“Holy fuck. I…” His head lolled to the side and his eyes fluttered open. “No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“Which part?” Silas found it difficult to believe Jett had never had anyone’s fingers up his ass before.

“The milking, making me come without touching my dick.”

Silas tried not to appear too proud of himself. “Let me guess. You only fuck young guys in a drunken frenzy?”

Jett gasped. “Rude!” He shrugged. “But accurate.”

“Maybe being with an old guy isn’t so bad?” He arched his eyebrows.

Jett took Silas’s hand. “I don’t see you that way at all. You’re perfect the way you are.”

For once, Jett’s tone didn’t have a sarcastic edge.

Silas smiled. This might work out after all.

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