Page 110 of Cream & Sugar
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Freddie smirks as he pushes a second finger inside.
Oh gosh.
“S-so good!” My voice trembles as he gets to work fingering my entrance, spreading the muscle wider, probing deeper.
He runs his tongue up the length of my thigh. “Got to stretch you out, Shaun. If you’re gonna take me like a good boy.”
Something about those words sets my mind racing. Like a good boy? I can do that. I can be Freddie’s good boy. Whatever he wants, I’m his, but we might have a problem—it’s all too much.
A fresh wave of pleasure hits and I look down to see Freddie’s tongue dancing over my cock head, lapping like a maniac while his fingers explore deeper, stretching me wider.
The sparks aren’t just flying now, they’re exploding. I can’t even move, the feeling is so intense.
Oh gosh.
“Freddie, I think I’m gonna—”
A sucking pop as Freddie removes his mouth from my dick. My eyes refocus as I’m pulled out of my delirium.
“Don’t you dare come.” Panting, Freddie looks up at me, his cool breath heavenly as it tickles my crotch, wet with saliva and precome. He shoots me a wicked grin. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
He rises to his feet. My eyes roll back as his fingers slide out of me.
“Shall we go back to yours?” Freddie says, his voice melodic. “Might be more comfortable.”
“No,” I say. “I can’t wait that long.”
Freddie grins. “Alright. Turn around, Shaun.”
His command is soft, but irresistible. I’ve barely turned when he’s pressing his hips into me from behind, shoving me forward into the nearest table with surprising strength.
“Bend over.”
I place my hands on the table and lean forwards. Behind me, I sense Freddie crouching down.
Something wet and slippery probes my back entrance, making me jump.
“Whoa!” My spine arches involuntarily. “Whatisthat?”
A faint laugh from behind me. Muffled.
Holy shit, is he using his—
“Ah!” I cry out as Freddie sticks his tongue in deep. Fuck, I can’t take this. All these things he knows how to do to me—things I never knew were possible.
Freddie comes up for air, letting out a low animal groan. “Fuck, this is hot.” He can say that again. “I want to fuck you, Shaun. God, I want to fuck you so bad, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be okay,” I gasp. “Just be gentle.”
Freddie breathes out a small laugh and plants a soft kiss on my lower back. “Of course I will. Stay there.”
There’s a scuffling sound followed by the tiny pop of a plastic bottle. Freddie adjusts his position and I feel him against me, brushing up my inner thigh, the cool tingle of lube setting off every nerve as he gets closer and closer to my—
“Ugh!” I gasp as I feel him there, pressing firmly, massaging the delicate flesh of my entrance with his cock. For a few moments he stays there, slowly building the pressure until I feel myself opening for him. Oh god, any more and he’ll be inside me! I wait with bated breath, my whole body aching for him. I’m ready.
A moment of teetering on the brink.
Then, “Are you ready?” Freddie’s voice is like honey: smooth, intoxicating.
