Page 62 of Totally Played
I pull back the covers and climb in. His sheets are satin, like his corset, and it is cool and slick against my skin.
“Do you like watching?” he asks, unzipping his corset at the front slowly.
“I like watching you undress,” I reply, and he slips it over his shoulders and yanks his button-up shirt up and over his head.
His body is exquisite. He’s tall and toned, beautiful, tanned skin with almost no hair on his chest except a few light strands in between his pecs. His shoulders are wide, and his waist is so small. I have no idea if it has always been that way or if it is from him wearing corsets all the time, but I don’t care. It looks so fucking hot. He turns his back to me and strips off his pants, and when I see his round ass, my first thought is how much I want to bite it.
“Get in here,” I say, stroking myself.
“So, foreplay or prep is a little different depending on who is doing what,” he says, lightly sweeping his fingers down my arm and sending vibrations through to my core.
“Okay, and you said you like both, right? That’s what vers is?”
“Yes. So what would you like to build up to first, being inside me, or feeling me inside you?”
I suck in a breath, “I’m not sure. Umm, what is…easier?”
“For me, both are pretty easy, but being that this is your first time, how about we try you fucking me first, then you can see how we prep me to be able to take your glorious cock.”
“Fuck. Keep talking like that and we might not get to the actual sex part before I come.”
“That’s okay, I’ve got all night. We can wait for you to reload if we have to. Sometimes that’s just as much fun, teasing, tempting your body back from depletion.”
“Okay, so how do we do this?”
He turns in the bed and grabs something from his bedside drawer.
“We start with this,” he replies, holding up a tube of lube. “Now you get to choose toy or fingers or both?”
The swirl in my gut is a whirlwind of excitement.
“Umm, both,” I reply nervously, like I’m worried I might answer wrong or something.”
“Both it is. Now don’t feel like you need to be ready as quickly as I am. My body is used to the sensations of being opened up. It can be hard at first to relax. We’ll take our time when it’s your turn to try it.”
“Can I copy what you’re doing now, like even if I’m not going to be taking you tonight?”
His lips spread into an excited smile.
“Hell yeah, that would be so hot to watch you, while you watch me. Okay, let’s sit up, you stay here up this end, lean against the bedhead, and I’ll move down the end a bit.”
He gets into position, and so do I, scooting back so that my back is against the wooden bedhead and my knees are up, mirroring his position. He then drops his knees to the side and gives his cock a slow stroke.
“Now you,” he says, and I do the same. My cock hard and leaking just at the sight of him and the thought of what is to come.
“Now you’re going to take the lube and coat your fingers and yourself well,” he says, and I watch how he does it, then after he passes over the bottle, I do the same. Even just spreading the slick lube down my taint and over my hole sends ripples of pleasure through me.
“Now comes the fun part,” he says, using one hand to stroke himself slowly as he circles his hole with the tips of his fingers.
“You want to start slow, tease it, and you’ll start to feel your body opening up for you, like it knows what you want and it wants it, too,” he says, his voice all deep, throaty, and perfect.
This should feel weird, right? Pleasuring yourself in front of another guy isn’t like a regular thing to do, so you would think it would feel weird, but it’s not. Sure, I’m a bundle of nerves about what comes next, but this, watching Ash tease his hole, stroke himself as I mirror every move, feels like the most normal thing in the world.
“Now, when you’re ready, make sure you’re well coated in lube, then you can slowly—oh hell, yeah, that’s hot,” he groans when I push my pointer finger inside myself.
I’ve had a little ass play before. It was always a good feeling, from what I can remember, but it was not like this. I grip the base of my cock hard and pull my finger out just as Ash inserts his into himself. I wait, watching the muscles in his forearm twitch as he moves his finger inside himself.
“You okay?” he asks, and I move my gaze to meet his.
