Page 167 of Pucking Strong

He makes a sound like a hum of laughter, one hand braced on my shoulder. “Well, that’s fitting for a crab.”

I smile, nipping the soft skin at his hip. The combination of my hands and mouth quickly has him rocking on the bed, trying to thrust with his hips. “Teddy,” he begs. And I swear, there’s no sweeter sound.

I kiss lower, letting a hand slip between his legs to caress his upper thigh. “What do you need, baby?”

“More,” he says again.

With a turn of my wrist, I cup his balls, letting them rest warm and heavy against my palm as I stroke his taint with two fingers. He gasps, legs spreading like he’s inviting me in. Fuck, it’s so beautiful. I reach down a little further, touching the bud of his asshole with the pad of my middle finger. I give it a press, feeling his body’s natural reaction. He tenses, even as he groans with need. “Have you ever been taken here?”

He shakes his head, eyes shutting tight. “No.”

“Do you like when I do this?”

“I like when you do anything,” he says on a breath, stifling a groan as I give his balls a little squeeze.

His admission has my confidence soaring. He wants me in charge. He said he wants me to show him what this can be. I know part of him meant it metaphorically. But he also means it literally. He’s never been with a man. He doesn’t know what this can be. Henrik literally wants me to show him. “Turn over,” I say, pulling on his hips. “Hands and knees, baby.”

There’s no hesitation in him as he does what he’s told, rolling first to his side, then up on his knees. His trust in me is absolute. It’s the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. I’m practically whimpering to get my first taste of him.

The muscles of his shoulders flex as he glances back at me. I sense his nerves, warring with his resolve. “Tell me what to do.”

“Nothing.” I smooth my hands up his sides as I kiss his warm back. “Just enjoy. Tell me to stop, and it stops.”

He rocks back into the press of my hands. “Don’t stop.”

Fuck, he’s so perfect. So strong, yet so willing to give. Stroking my hands over the curves of his ass, I spread his cheeks, taking my first look at his tight hole. Reaching a hand between his legs, I curl my fingers around his hard shaft, giving it a pull. As he arches into that touch, I descend, kissing his ass cheek.

He gasps, body stiff as he takes in the new sensation. With my free hand, I press in at his asshole, testing the tightness. “You have to relax,” I say against his warm skin. “I’m gonna work you up to taking my cock. But let’s just start with fingers, okay? Can I taste you here?” I press in at his hole again, even as I stroke his hard length.

He groans. “Too much.”

I still. “What’s too much? Tell me what to stop.”

He taps my hand on his dick, and I let him go. Smiling I give his ass cheeks a slow, firm squeeze with both hands. “One thing at a time then, yeah? Henrik, baby, I’m gonna play with your asshole now. Just say stop and—”

“Don’t stop,” he commands over me.

Still smiling, I spread his cheeks with both hands and descend, licking his tight bud. He cries out something in Swedish, rocking away. But then his hips press right back towards me, and I lick him again. “Hold still,” I growl.

He moans, muttering something unintelligible as my grip on his hip tightens and I start to play. I lick and suck, massaging his cheeks with my hands. Then I dribble some spit onto his hole and work him with my fingers, loving the way his body responds. “Feel good?”

“I hardly know,” he says on a breath. “What are you doing?”

Chuckling, I replace my fingers with my mouth and moan low, letting him feel the vibrations against his ass as I prod with my tongue. I flick and tease, rimming his tight bud, pressing in until I feel the muscle give. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

His only response is a desperate, muffled groan.

Sitting up, I run a hand up his spine, pressing his shoulders down as I push inside him with one finger.

“Oh, Christ,” he pants, his body instantly tensing.

Fuck, he’s so tight, I wanna scream. I want to pull my finger out and shove my dick in. I wanna pound his tight hole, fill him to the brim. But I wait. I go slow. “That’s it, baby,” I soothe. Grabbing his shoulder, I push my finger all the way in. Then I kiss along his collarbone, up his neck, to his ear. “How does it feel?” I slowly slide the finger in and out, flexing the tip along his prostate until he groans.

“Teddy—Christ—how can it feel so good?”

Smiling, I pull my finger out to the tip. “Want more?”

He nods.

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