Page 41 of Glitter

“Oh, angel.” The words were swallowed up by his mouth as I crashed our lips together.

Plunging my tongue between his sumptuous lips, I explored his mouth, searching out all of his sweetness. We sipped of each other, tongues rubbing and twining together.

I couldn’t get enough of his mouth. It felt like I’d been waiting forever to be allowed to kiss him, and now that I could…I never wanted to stop.

But Dusti had other plans. Tugging my hair, he tipped my head back. “I think it’s bedtime for Benny,” he murmured, nipping and licking at my jaw.

A wordless moan of need rumbled in my throat, and I could feel the shape of Dusti’s smile, against my skin.

He released his grip on my hair, one hand lowering to my shoulder. He firmly nudged me back as he commanded, “Come on, Benny-boo, off the floor. I want your cock, so get your ass up and into my bed.”

Was it odd that I was thrilled to have Dusti ordering me around again?

I scrambled up to my feet, but I’d only taken a few steps in the direction of his bedroom, when Dusti’s voice called out, overriding his first command and issuing a different one. “No, I changed my mind,” he said. “I want you back down on the floor, Benny. I like the way you look on your hands and knees for me.”

My knees protested, but I told them to fuck off. My comfort wasn’t as important as Dusti’s wishes.

A moment later, Dusti’s feet and calves entered my field of vision. “Good. So good for me.”

The words, and the way he petted my hair, made me feel a bit like a pet dog, but…I was sort of into it? My dick certainly seemed to like it, thickening inside my khaki pants.

“I want you to stay here, just like this,” he said. “I haven’t, uh…I haven’t really showered today.” I could hear the embarrassment in his voice, especially as he admitted, “I’m probably pretty gross.” I doubted he’d believe me if I told him I wouldn’t care if he smelled like the entire Minnesota Loons hockey team after a game, so I kept my mouth shut. “I’m going to go take a shower,” he stated. “I want you to take off all your clothes, then get back down onto your hands and knees, and stay there until I let you know I’m ready. Then when I call you, I want you to crawl to me. Can you do that, Benny? Can you crawl to my bed?”

“Y-yes,” I replied. “If that’s what you want… Yes.”

“Hmm. Good.”

His flip-flops slapped against the wood floor as he walked to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close, but only a moment later, it snicked open again.

“Hey, Benny?” Dusti called. “That thing you called me earlier? When we were kissing. What did you call me?”

Crap. I’d slipped up again, but this time, he’d finally caught me.

“Ummm… Angel,” I said. “I called you an angel.”

“Oh.” The soft exclamation didn’t tell me much, but then Dusti declared, “I like it.Angel. Thank you, boo.”

The bathroom door closed again, then came the sound of the shower turning on.

Not sure how long he was going to take in the shower, I quickly climbed to my feet and shucked off my clothes. Then I went back down onto my hands and knees to wait for him to call for me.

I felt silly, being down on all fours, naked, in his living room. Especially, when Dusti wasn’t even in the room anymore. But I stayed where I was, just as he’d ordered. Even though he was in the shower and wouldn’t know if I got up to relieve the pressure on my knees, I stayed where I was.

I’m not sure how long Dusti was in the shower; it felt like forever. But finally, from his bedroom, Dusti called, “Alright, Benny-boo, crawl to me.”

Pins and needles prodded at the palms of my hands, my knees, and the tops of my feet—all the points of contact for my body against the hard floor—as I awkwardly crawled toward Dusti’s bedroom. I hoped that his next instruction wouldn’t be anything too physically taxing, like standing upright, because I wasn’t sure how well I’d be able to follow it if it was.

When I saw the edge of the room dividing screen in my peripheral vision, I glanced up to make sure I wasn’t about to crawl myself right into the foot of Dusti’s bed.

Laying on his stomach, with his feet near the head of the bed, Dusti had his head propped up on his hands, a large smile on his face, as he watched my progress from the living room to the bedroom.

“Oh, you look so good crawling for me, boo,” he said. “Like an adorable, lumbering little bear cub.” He suddenly popped up onto his butt, sitting cross-legged on the bed. His legs, arms, and torso were bare, and it looked like he hadn’t bothered to put on any clothing after he got out of the shower. “I could ride you!” he exclaimed.

“Uh…I guess?”

I wasn’t sure if his declaration indicated that he wanted to ride on my back while I crawled around on the floor or if he…wanted to ride me. Ride my dick. In a bed, hopefully, for the sake of my poor aching knees. With Dusti, I could honestly see him wanting either scenario.

His bright, excited smile changed into a pout as he complained, “It would be a lot of work, though. For me.”

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