29. Lancelot
LANCELOT
“ J ulian, take your pants off now.”
His hands shook as he fought with the fastenings of his pants. He nearly fell over as he tried to get them down his legs, but he righted himself, kicked them out of the way, and rose. He didn’t look at me, but he stood still for my thorough perusal.
He was so fucking beautiful. I wanted to lick every inch of him, but I also wanted to see how far I could push him.
How much control would he give me? He’d obviously loved all the things I’d told him I wanted on the ride here.
He’d liked them so much he hadn’t been able to keep still, and he hadn’t balked at any of the things I’d demanded from him before.
But tonight would be different. Tonight he would lose even more of his sense of control.
I was enough of a monster that his nervousness turned me on.
I wanted him apprehensive, afraid even, but I also wanted him to enjoy every second of the night.
“Watch me, but don’t touch yourself.” I stripped slowly, loving that his eyes widened as he stared at my body. Once I was completely naked, I took hold of my cock and stroked myself. He balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his thighs as he watched me.
“You like watching?”
He licked his lips. “Yes, sir.”
If I told you to kneel and watch as I brought myself off and came all over you, you’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?
He nodded. “I… um… Yes.”
I grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind, but tonight, I have other plans for you.”
“Like what you said… in the car.”
I smiled at him instead of answering. “Turn around and bend over.”
“I… um…”
“Do what I said, Julian.”
He turned his back to me and slowly bent until he was grasping the back of the couch.
I took several moments to admire him like that, the long line of his flat back, his ass tight and flexed. “All the way down. Hands on the floor.”
He started to protest, but I interrupted him. “I’ve seen how flexible you are. I know you can do it.”
One at a time, he brought his hands to the floor.
“Jesus, you look so good like that. Totally open to me.” I wanted to fuck him just like that. One day I would, but now, I would tease him, toy with him, see how obedient he could be, make him focus on keeping his balance rather than tensing up on me.
I took the necessary few steps to stand right behind him. He shivered when I ran my hands over his buttocks, squeezing and digging my fingers into his soft flesh.
“Lance?”
“This ass is mine. I’ll do what I want to it.”
“Oh my God.”
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
“I…”
I slapped his ass, and he gasped. I had to grip his hip to steady him as I reached between his legs, caressing his balls, then gripping his hard length.
He might not want to like what I was doing, but his body definitely did.
I sucked the fingers of my other hand as I worked him, getting them ready to press inside him.
“I’m going to fall over if you keep that up.”
“No, you’re not.” I took hold of his hip again. “I’ve got you. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
“Lance, don’t.”
“Don’t hold you? Don’t tease your poor, desperate cock?” I gave him a long, slow stroke. “Don’t tease your tight little hole?” I slid a finger along his ass crack.
“No, don’t… don’t say things you don’t mean.”
“Baby, I mean every word I’ve said to you.” I teased his hole again, circling it and then pressing in, barely giving him the tip of my finger.
“You said—” He gasped as I pushed my finger deeper. “You said not to trust what you said during sex.”
Dammit. I had said that, hadn’t I? But I didn’t really mean it, not with Julian. In the past, I’d told harmless lies to men I’d fucked, told them what I knew they wanted to hear, but with Julian, I told him things that were too real. Things I should have held back.
“Trust me tonight. Okay, baby?”
“I… I don’t know if I can.”
“Trust me not to hurt you. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes, Lancelot.”
I normally hated anyone calling me by my full name, but when Julian did it, I loved it. I pushed deeper into him, watching his ass open around my finger. “I love having you on display for me. I could do anything to you like this.”
“Please.”
I slowly pulled out, then pushed in farther. The hot, tight grip of him was delicious.
“More. Please,” he begged.
“I pushed my finger as deep as it would go, and he clenched around me so hard I knew it was going to take a while to get him to the point that I wouldn’t hurt him, that the stretch would be satisfying, that he would beg for it.
I finger-fucked him slowly, then I knelt behind him and used my tongue as well, licking and sucking, pushing into him until he was trembling. His cock was leaking, dripping precum on the floor, and he needed the anchor of my hand against his hip to keep from tipping over.
“Lance, I… This is… too much… Too good… I can’t?—”
“You can do anything you want.”
He shook his head. “I’m not that strong.”
“Yes, you are. You’re incredible.” I rose and helped him stand. When he swayed wildly, I pulled him back against me. “Dizzy?”
He nodded, so I scooped him up and carried him to my bedroom
“You do that like I weigh nothing.”
I loved the awe in his voice. It made the long hours at the gym worth it. “I like carrying you. I like that I can take care of you like this.”
He sighed and looked at me, eyes dark with need. “I never thought…”
“What?”
“No. I… It’s too much.”
I wanted to force him to tell me what he was going to say, but I let it go. Tonight I was focused on pleasure. There’d be time for deeper confessions later once he was safe from Carlotti.
I laid him on the bed and settled between his legs. “Pull your legs up onto your chest and hold them there.” He did as I said. “Good. Now spread them wider.” I pushed at his knees, opening him more. “I want you as open to me as you can be.”
His cheeks went pink, and he looked away.
“It was easier when you weren’t facing me, wasn’t it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“I don’t want to make it easy. I want to push you, to find your limits. I want to give you everything you can take.”
“Jesus.”
I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. “You’ve known I was a challenge from the moment we met.”
“I didn’t know you’d challenge me like this.”
“Don’t move.” I slid off the bed and retrieved the lube from my bedside table. By the time I was positioned in front of his exposed hole again, my fingers were slick and ready.
“Now, let’s see where we were.” I pushed a finger into him, and he squirmed. “You like that?”
“Yessss.”
I added a second finger, but I moved slowly, watching him for a reaction. He bit his lip, and his ass squeezed me tight.
“Breathe, baby. It’s me. I’m nothing like any other man you’ve been with. I’m here to pleasure you. All you have to do is let go.”
“That’s… not so easy for me.”
I knew that once he truly gave in he reveled in surrender, so I kept going, working my fingers in and out with shallow strokes. He remained tense, so I leaned down and ran my tongue up his shaft. “I think I know how to get you more relaxed.”
He gasped when I swallowed his cock down. Soon I was finger-fucking him hard and deep. He writhed under me. I knew he’d come soon if I kept it up, so I pulled off his cock before curling my fingers forward and tapping his sweet spot.
His eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. “Fuck, that’s… Oh my God.”
I smiled at him. “Good, isn’t it?”
“Feeling like that shouldn’t even be possible.”
“Oh, it’s very possible, just like you taking all of this. I wrapped a hand around my dick and stroked.”
He watched me, tongue hanging out. “I want you. I want all of you.”
“I know.” I pushed into him with three fingers.
He cried out but didn’t tense up. He opened for me, and I worked him, pressing against his prostate, making him whimper and beg. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Want you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”