Page 23 of Inferno

His tone is…odd. I’m not sure how I was expecting him to react. With ridicule maybe, or disgust, but instead he sounds…apologetic, but…excited. Proud even.

“I’m…oh. I’m sorry,” I whisper, my words barely loud enough to be heard.

“Why are you sorry?” Anders questions, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “My needy, needy boy was so excited that you came without being touched. You’re fucking perfect.”

His praise shocks me. How could this be perfect? Most men don’t want a hair trigger. Having my dick under control enough to not spontaneously come just from a kiss should be something I have a handle on, even if this is the first time it’s happened.

“I don’t understand,” I admit.

“If you’d made yourself come, I’d be upset. But you didn’t. Your dick was so desperate for me, so hard, that you came justfrom me kissing you. I fucking love it,” he says, his expression earnest, his eyes hooded, like me coming in my pants is…a turn-on for him?

“I should clean up,” I cringe.

Without saying a word, Anders slowly unfurls his fingers from around my neck, and I instantly miss the feel of his hands on me. The cum dripping down my dick and soaking through the fabric of my pants is starting to cool, and suddenly everything feels like too much. Because his palm collaring my throat had somehow silenced all thewhat the fuckthoughts I should be feeling, and without it my mind is spiraling.

“Come on, Kitten,” Anders says, standing and taking my hand.

His huge palm swallows my smaller one as he pulls me up from the couch. A strange, distant thought warns me that I should be fighting this spell he’s put on me, but before I can even consider arguing, he tugs my hand and leads me up the stairs and into a bedroom.

“Let’s get you all clean,” he coaxes, unbuttoning my shirt and stripping it off my shoulders.

Instead of telling him to stop or that I can undress myself, I become pliant, allowing him to do as he pleases. I don’t understand why it’s happening, but it’s not until he unbuttons my pants and yanks both them and my boxers to the floor that I reconnect with my body and blink back to the present.

I’m naked. My clothes are gone, and I’m naked with a huge Viking giant on his knees at my feet, while my rock-hard again dick is bobbing in front of his face.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Dropping my hands, I attempt to cover my cock, like putting my hands over it will prevent him from having already seen how hard my cum-wet dick is again. This is mortifying.

“Move your hands, Boy,” Anders growls, tugging my pants and boxers free of my feet, leaving me naked except for my socks.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I squeak.

“I’ll help once you move your hands.”

“I don’t need help. I just need some privacy.”

“Yeah,” he drawls. “I’m not a fan of that. I won’t let you hide from me, so you may as well start getting used to that and drop your hands.”

SIX

ANDERS

I don’t thinkI’ve ever seen someone go so fucking pink from embarrassment as my Boy is right this minute. Even the tops of his ears are red, and it’s fucking adorable. I don’t really know why he’s acting like he’s done something embarrassing. Because since the moment my lips touched his, all I’ve seen is a sexy, innocent, delicious boy, and if I wasn’t already obsessed with him. Then after watching him lose control and come in his pants because of our kisses, I’d be fucking smitten.

Despite the uncertainty in his gaze, when I reached for his hand, he let me take it and let me guide him into my bedroom. A part of me expected him to try to push me away, but instead, he became almost beautifully pliant and submissive, like now that we’re together, he knows that if I don’t tell him to do something else, his job is simply to stand there and let me undress him, to hand his body over to my care.

Except the moment I tugged his cum-soaked pants and boxers down his body, he started to react. When he blinked the haze from his eyes, I braced for him to reject me, but instead his entire face bloomed as red as a lobster, and he covered his dick with his hands.

Smiling at him, I dip my gaze to where he’s failing to hide his arousal from me. He’s only twenty-two years old, and for the first time since I pressed my lips to his, I’m reminded of how much older than him I am. My Kitten lost control and came in his pants less than five minutes ago, but he’s already rock-hard again, the proof of his orgasm still glistening over his cock and soaking through the fabric of his underwear.

His cock is long and lean and uncut. The thatch of sandy brown hair at the base looks soft, covering his balls that are pulled up tightly between his legs. It’s taking all of my self-control not to knock his hands away and tell him that his cock is mine now and that hiding it from me is against the rules.

I don’t want to think about if Henry has ever been in a relationship before, but it’s clear that he’s either very unsure or very inexperienced when it comes to men. His reactions are so pure and surprised that I can’t wait to see how he reacts to my mouth around his dick or what sounds he’ll make when I push into this tight hole.

My own dick jerks excitedly at the thought of breaching his body and filling him with my hardness. I bet his hole will clamp down on me so tightly I’ll barely be able to move. I can’t wait to get my hands on him and enjoy teasing him while I take my time opening him up. I’ll fill him with lube, carefully stretching him until his body is gaped wide and desperate to be filled.

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