Page 38 of For You, Sir

“Yes.”

“Say what, again?”

“Red.”

“Good.” His fingers returned, two this time, slicking around my opening.

Saliva pooled in my mouth. After plenty of time to prepare, now I was outright impatient. I wanted those fingers to slide inside and stretch me into bliss like in my fantasies. But Sir kept teasing, rubbing and circling my entrance, never dabbing inside except for the faintest fraction of an inch. Was this punishment for my insincere protest? Or an ego-trip on Sir’s part, keeping my pleasure on the short leash of his control?

“You’re teasing me,” I whimpered. It sounded disrespectfully accusing, but he was driving me crazy. My hole twitched in frustration at the unfulfilled promises his fingers kept making.

“Not at all,” Sir crooned, leaning over me, close to my ear. “I want you to feel good. As good as possible.”

His lubricated fingers slicked and moistened me, awakening every crevice to pleasure until every place he touched felt swollen and sensitive. Just when I couldn’t stand it any longer, his finger plunged fully into my greased and unguarded entrance. A cry of ecstasy startled from my lips and my body clenched down hard, but the intruder was already inside.

“Ah! Ah, Sir!” I cried out to the ceiling.

He slid his finger in and out, and my body glowed in desperate ecstasy. This feltright; these parts belonged together like a key in a lock. He added a second finger, and my ass swallowed it easily, eager for friction after all that teasing.

Sir looked down at me with his faced flushed. “Jun,” he whispered. “So sweet.”

“Sir?” Acutely aware of his fingers embedded inside, connecting us.

“Taking it so good for me.” He withdrew his fingers and instead slid his thumb inside—I could tell by the way his four fingers splayed across my buttock.

“No, Sir,” I whimpered in embarrassment. “That’s rude.”

“Oh?” He corked his thumb in and out of me, the thick knuckle in the middle stimulating my sensitized ring of muscle. “You’re sure you don’t like it?”

My teeth dug into my lower lip at his dirty words, unable to refute it. I wanted him to say and do all the things I longed for but couldn’t express. In desperation, I ground the heel of my hand against my erection.

“Naughty butler,” Sir scolded. He pushed my hand away, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Touching his master’s things without permission.” He circled the root of my cock with his free hand and lowered his head until I could feel his warm breath on my shaft. I needed him to suck me more than I needed to breathe.

His mouth descended, hot and slick, and I cried out to the ceiling in joyful relief. He pumped his thumb in and out of me, then switched back to using two fingers for more thickness and depth. I reveled in the vulgar debasement.

The lightheadedness returned, a rushing in my ears—the dread that suggested it was better to dissociate peacefully than endure this wild stimulation. But I was ready to confront those feelings this time: I trusted Sir. I was under his protection. I released my fear and surrendered, wanting him to have all of me.

His muscular tongue laved my cock, wet lips sucking me down, and I moaned in surrender. I’d become a beast, a slave to baser instincts. Sir’s thick fingers pounded into me harder, then he angled them upward and rubbed a spot inside me that sparked my whole body into liquid euphoria. In no time at all, I was teetering on the brink.

“No, Sir! I’m going to—" I pressed at his forehead to make him let go before I released in his mouth.

He slapped my hand aside. Gripping my hips, he sucked me deeper. My body was his property; he would take what he wanted.

Suddenly I was flying, spilling over. My cock spurted endlessly into his mouth while he savagely fingerfucked me through my peak. I moaned without shame through the onslaught, my ass clenching and throbbing around his fingers with every pulse of orgasm. I was crashing, falling, but Sir was there to catch me. His tender mouth and soothing hands guided me back to earth.

Chapter 15 (Einar)

God, Jun was beautiful. He came undone, crying out as I sucked him through his ecstasy. I knew how uptight and fearful he could be, that it took courage for him to unfold like that. I swallowed his release and wished all the bad feelings inside him could go with it, that I could pull the shame and misery out of him like snake venom.

His moans gentled as he came back down, panting. I could hear traces of his Korean accent in the vowels, even when he groaned without words. It was extremely hot, unmistakablyJun. I stroked his supple insides as he came back to his senses, his hole spasming around my fingers. I prayed I would feel it clenching around my cock one day, and my erection throbbed at the thought.

Jun squirmed, over-stimulated, and released him from my mouth. He looked down at me as I withdrew my fingers, his face flushed and sheened with sweat. For a moment, he looked embarrassed, almost apologetic, then his head dropped back against the pillow.

I crawled on top and gave him a chaste peck on the lips, and Jun slid his arms behind my back and pulled me closer. He rolled his mouth against mine, eagerly exploring. What did he think of the taste of his seed on my lips?

With our hips pressed together, his softening erection touched my hardness, still covered by my sweatpants and throbbing like a toothache. I thought he’d be drowsy, shy, maybe wanting to cuddle, but he reached inside the elastic waistband to squeeze my shaft.

I must have still been sweaty from my workout, maybe a little ripe, but Jun sat up, his eyes glassy with lust, his hands roving all over. I swung my leg off him so he could get out from under me, then drew down the front of my workout pants to present everything to him. Jun crawled onto his knees and pressed his face into my groin, inhaling deeply, dabbing the tip of his tongue on the underside of my cock experimentally.

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