Page 34 of Glitter

“It took meages,” he said, with an overdramatic groan, “to narrow all my ideas down to only one, Benny-boo. Simply ages. But…” His fingers squeezed around the head of my cock, the touch not as good as I knew it could be because of the thick fabric in the way. “I think you’ll enjoy the one I picked as my favorite. The one I want you to do tonight. I know I will.”

Even with my jeans dulling the sensation, my dick missed the feel of Dusti’s when he pulled his hand away.

He popped off the loveseat, my eyes greedily watching the sway of his ass as he walked away. Circling around the screen between the living space and his bedroom, he peeked back around the edge of it when he noticed I wasn’t hot on his heels.

“Come on, Benny,” Dusti demanded. “I definitely want to get nice and comfy on a bed for what’s coming.” With a wink, he added, “Frankly, it’ll be nicer for your knees, too.”

Chapter 15

The top blanket on Dusti’s bed was the same, but his dark purple sheets had been replaced with ones that were light turquoise with a print of multi-colored unicorns. Dusti climbed onto his bed, crawling on all fours across the sweetly innocent looking sheets, his sexy short shorts hiking even higher, revealing almost the entirety of each sweet cheek and snugging tightly into the crease between them.

He flopped onto his back, his pink curls tumbling in disarray. I hovered by the end of his bed, waiting for Dusti to start issuing orders. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait very long.

“Take my clothes off, Benny.”

Not hesitating, practically flinging myself on the bed to get to him, I rushed to obey.

His small shorts were fastened with a set of tiny buttons that my fingers fumbled to get undone. My clumsiness only increased when Dusti breezily stated, “Oh, and just so you know, Benny-boo…Other than telling you what to do, I’m not planning on doing any of the work tonight. It’ll all be you. I’m just going to lay back and let you pleasure me. I’m not going to lift a single finger. I’m not even going to touch you. Everything that gets done in this bed will be done by you.” My breath caught as he added, “You’re going to be my sex servant for the night, Benny.”

Fuuuck… Why did that sound so hot? Dusti said he wouldn’t even be touching me and, fuck, the way his words had my cock throbbing and weeping pre-cum, I didn’t think he’d need to.

Need and desperation had me yanking a bit too hard trying to get those fucking buttons through their fucking holes and one of them popped off, flying through the air and plinking onto the floor.

“Hmm. Hope you’re handy with a needle and thread, boo, ‘cause you’ll be sewing that back on in the morning.”

Dusti sounded more amused than upset, and I did know how to reattach a button, so I didn’t let it bother me, focusing my attention back to getting those other damned buttons freed so I could get his shorts off.

I finally got them open and slipped them down Dusti’s legs, pausing when I saw the pink lace panties he had on underneath them. They snuggly cupped Dusti’s long, slender cock and his small, tight balls, and his pale skin peeped through the spaces in the dainty rose pattern.

“Keep going, Benny. Take offallmy clothes.”

His voice was calm, but firm, commanding me to do what he said. So, I slid the tips of my fingers beneath the top of his panties and carefully drew them down his legs as well. The backs of my hands gently caressed the bottoms of Dusti’s feet as I pulled his panties all of the way off, causing him to giggle and squirm.

“Hey, careful. Ticklish.”

I filed away the information, knowing that I’d want to discover any of Dusti’s other ticklish spots.

Dropping his panties to the floor, I skimmed my hands up the flat plane of his abdomen and beneath the bottom edge of his cropped tank top. I tugged it up, but Dusti must’ve really meant it when he said he didn’t plan to do anything tonight—he laid there, not moving at all, which hindered my effort to get his shirt off.

I pondered the situation for a moment before snaking one of my arms beneath his shoulders. Huffing undignified grunts, I maneuvered his limp, uncooperative body and hoisted his upper half off the bed. Dusti’s breath was hot against the side of my neck as he snickered, so at least my bumbling efforts were amusing him.

With my other hand, I tugged and yanked at his shirt, pulling it up his arms and over his head. The silver lollipop charm on his necklace thumped down onto his bare chest, in between his small, pale pink nipples.

I wanted to lick them. I wanted to suck and nibble on them. But until Dusti told me to… I rested his torso back on the mattress, then waited for him to issue his next instruction.

“Good job, Benny,” he said. His eyes trailed down my body, straddling his waist with my knees bracketed on either side of him. “Hmm. Your pants are looking awfully tight there, boo. Bet you’d like to take them off, wouldn’t you?”

Nodding, I replied, “Yes. Please.” My dick was very hard and uncomfortably being strangled in by the unforgiving fabric of my jeans.

A smile on his lips, Dusti seemed to take great delight in saying, “Aww, that’s too bad. Because I want you to leave your pants on.” Seeing my obvious dismay, Dusti added, “For now, boo. Remember, I want tonight to be about me. I want you to focus completely on me, on pleasing me.” His gaze scanned my face, and when I didn’t raise any sort of objection, he softly spoke his next command. “Suck on my nipples, Benny. I know you want to; I saw it on your face. So, suck them, boo. Suck on my nipples.”

I shifted myself down his body to bring my face more level with his chest. His sweet scent was even stronger there, as I nuzzled the faint curve of his pec, like some of it was from a lotion or body wash he’d used. Extending my tongue, I swiped it over his right nipple, getting my first taste of the tiny, pretty nubbin.

“Yeah, that’s right, Benny. Lick ‘em, get ‘em wet. Then I want my nipples in your mouth and I want you sucking ‘em.”

I did as he asked. The right, and then the left. I licked and licked, until his right nipple was a tight, hard peak, and the pale pink skin was a darker shade and shiny with my saliva. Then I switched sides and did the exact same thing to his left nipple.

By the time I switched back over to the right, drawing the sweetly furled bud into my mouth to suckle on it, Dusti’s neck and chest was flushed pink and his breath was coming in light pants.

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