Page 25 of Glitter

“I meant…” I started to say. Then I figured it would be easier and less awkward to just do it.

So, hoping he wouldn’t get impatient waiting for me, I slipped off my shoes, shoved my pants and underwear down, pulled them and my socks off, then yanked my t-shirt up and over my head. Now naked, I made my way across the room and around the negligible barrier of the fabric screens, my partially chubbed up dick jutting out and leading the way.

Except, once I passed the screens and entered his bedroom, I realized that my angel did have on more than just his stockings. Cupping his still stiff cock and balls, he wore a miniscule, thin, soft looking pair of underwear, which was such a pale shade of pink that it nearly matched the faintly flushed ivory of his skin.

“Oh, there you are, boo,” he said when he saw me, adding, “And you’re already hard again for me,” when his eyes dipped down to take in my dick. “Lucky me.”

No way. Uh uh. If anybody here was the lucky one, it was me.

I wasn’t achingly hard; my body was still humming with the aftereffects of the orgasm I’d had… 5 minutes ago? Definitely less than 10 minutes ago. I wasn’t the kind of guy who could go back-to-back-to-back. Honestly, I’d never needed to.

So, the fact that I was hard again, at all, and so soon…yeah, that was all down to the man here with me.

I waited to hear what he had in mind for us to do next. His tongue dipped out to swipe over his lips, causing my dick to twitch hopefully, even though I doubted he planned to blow me for a second time tonight.

Then he rolled over, onto his front, and my dick twitched hopefully for a whole other reason.

I also saw why, from behind, I’d thought he was naked beneath his sheer robe.

It wasn’t only that the color of his underwear blended in with his natural skin tone, although that was part of it. He was also wearing a thong—the band wrapping around his waist was almost nonexistently thin and it dipped low between his cheeks, leaving the beautiful bounty of his ass fully exposed and bare.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. He was so perfectly pretty that it made me want to whimper with want.

It also caused the doubts always niggling away in my brain to wonder what in the fuck he was doing with me. While I wasn’t revolting—my self-image wasn’t that low—my looks didn’t put me anywhere near the same level as him. On a scale of 1-to-10, I was a solid 5, I thought. Maybe a 6, for those that were into slightly chunky guys. But my angel…he not only exceeded the scale, he completely obliterated it.

I think I actually did whimper when he stated, “Since you’re such a good boy who got hard for me again, I want you to fuck me this time.”

He patted the bed near his head and I noticed he’d already set out a bottle of lube and a condom.

“You’ve already shown me what you can do under less-than-ideal circumstances,” he said, his voice pure sin that would’ve had me doing anything he wanted me to. “But now I want to know what you can do with a nice, big bed, no need to worry about being overheard or interrupted, and all the time in the world. Well, practically all the time in the world,” he amended. “At some point, we’ll need to eat. Or get some sleep before we have to head in to work on Monday. But that’s…” He released a satisfied sounding hum. “It’s still only Friday night.LateFriday night, but still, Friday. You could fuck me for hours, boo. Hours.”

Oh, fuck. I would…I would… Well, I’d try. Of course, I’d try, but…

“You could edge me over and over and over, boo. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Get me so close to coming, drive me fucking wild until I’m begging you to get me there, then not let me come. And then do it all over again. And again. All. Night. Long.”

I wasn’t sure about driving him wild, but my angel was definitely doing a good job of driving me wild. And with only his voice, describing his fantasy of what he wanted me to do to him.

I was shaking. I was panting, my lungs struggling to draw in enough oxygen to feed all of the blood rushing to my dick. That part of my anatomy was fully on board with my angel’s plan; my brain wasn’t so sure.

Then he turned his head, looking over his shoulder at me, the full length of his body stretched out on his bed between us. Flashing me a cheeky wink, he cheerfully offered another alternative.

“Or…You could just fling me around my bed before you fuck me into my mattress. Make me come, hard and fast, like you did, so we’re all even. One good orgasm a piece for the both of us, before we rest up for round 3.”

I wanted to give him what he wanted. I always wanted to give him what he wanted; I just couldn’t tell from his tone which of those two he wanted more.

“Which, uh…which one would you rather…” I asked, selfishly hoping he’d tell me he wanted that section option more. It was the one I thought I had a better chance of successfully giving him.

Anticipation kept me on my metaphorical toes as he took a moment to think about it. My actual toes were planted firmly on the floor, practically digging into the hard, wooden surface to stop myself from fidgeting and shuffling my feet while I anxiously waited.

The delectable spread of his nearly nude body kept my arousal simmering, and my cock hard. But it wasn’t as difficult as I would’ve thought to tear my eyes off all of that nakedness and instead watch the thoughts flitting swiftly across his face.

His face was equally as stunning, anyway.

“It’s tempting… So, so tempting…” His teasing voice cooed the words so softly, I’d have thought they were only for his own ears, if not for the way his eyes flicked up to mine to make sure my attention was fully on him.

As if there’d be a chance in hell it would be anywhere else.

“So, so many things I want you to do to me, boo.Sooomany things. But…”

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