Page 15 of Tempted to Touch

I don't want to. I don't want to go up or down or sideways, or any place else that's more than two inches away from his cock. But my body chooses to comply with his voice rather than my will, and I crawl further up until we're face to face.

I don't wait for him to pull me down. I kiss him first, leaning down so fast, so furious my lips crash against my teeth before I can part them. Hayden's tongue parts them for me, pushing inside like the most welcome intruder. And now I can taste him fully, his saliva and his pre-cum at the same time, a cocktail that gets me drunk faster than liquor ever could.

So fast it takes me a moment to realize his hands are already stripping me naked, undoing my pants expertly and pushing them down, along with my underwear.

I moan inside his mouth as I lower my body down, laying it on top of his to squirm my way out of my clothes the rest ofthe way, my cock pressing right against his, gliding up and down with ease, getting slicked up with my own spit.

My hips gain their own consciousness and start rocking back and forth, grinding against him in shallow, unfocused movements. I don't stop even when Hayden puts both hands on my head and pulls on my hair, guiding my head up and ending the kiss.

"Here's what's gonna happen." I nod wildly, massaging my own cock with his. "You're going to get on all fours and turn around now. You'll suck me, and you'll suck me good while I play with your ass."

My breath catches in my throat and I stop nodding. The world around me spins.

He pulls my hair harder. "Did I stutter?"

God...

I somehow manage to lift my upper body up and sit on my heels. "I, um... It's..."

Hayden grabs my cock and gives me two firm, mind-bending strokes. "No. Don't go shy on me now."

I let out a shaky breath. How the fuck does he do that? How does he read me like that?

I can't just... stick my ass out and spread myself open right in front of his face. His eyes.

Can I?

Hayden tilts his head up, all the way up, exposing all the little veins of his neck and stretches his body like a string while he reaches up and pulls on the handle of his nightstand drawer. As he pats inside blindly, I roam my eyes over his outstretched torso. When he lets out a soft grunt of effort as he fishessomething out with the tips of his fingers, barely reaching it, I realize that yeah.

Maybe I can.

I turn around before he's done collecting whatever it is he needs. I'd chicken out if I looked into his eyes right now.

Slowly, with my legs shaking and my quads twitching, I crawl backward until my hips are somewhat level with his head. Should I go higher? Should I go lower?

I don't know. How the fuck would I know?

I lower myself down to all fours and as I do, one large, firm palm grabs my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard enough to leave bruises.

And then... "Good boy."

That's it. That's all it takes for me to forget how naked, how fucking exposed I am, and I dip down, taking Hayden's dick into my mouth, almost all of it in one go because guess what? I'm becoming good at it.

That's right. I'm good at sucking dick.

And I'm about to become a whole lot better, too. Anything to distract myself from the hot puff of air that lands on my crack, followed by a very cold, very slippery pad of a finger, circling around my rim, teasing me, making my dick jerk and leak pre-cum like a fucking deranged faucet.

A full-body shiver runs through me. I don't even try to control it. It'd be a losing battle.

Then, Hayden opens his damn mouth and tears the rest of my sanity apart.

"Fuck. Such a perfect little hole." He draws out his words as he pushes the tip of his finger against it a few times, applyingtiny bit of pressure, but never entering. "Tight. Waiting. And all mine." I moan around his cock and my walls clench involuntarily as I rock my hips back, chasing that pressure. God. It's embarrassing.

When Hayden goes back to drawing these annoying, small circles against my rim again, it's as much as I can take. I pull my mouth off his cock and whip my head back, straining my neck, but not enough to see him. "Just do it already."

Who am I?

There's that breathy chuckle again. I can feel it on my skin. "Ask for it."

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