Page 25 of Inferno

“Ask me,” I prompt, stopping my hand from moving and squeezing him tightly.

“Oh god. Please. Please. Can I come? Please,” he begs, his eyes unfocused, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his naked torso as his dick weeps liquid from the head.

“That’s my good boy. Come for me, Kitten. Cover me in you. Soak my hand,” I order, fisting him tightly, jerking him hard and fast until he explodes, spurts of cum bursting from his cock, coating my hand and jeans in his release.

Not letting him go, I work him through his orgasm, enjoying each shudder that ricochets through him. The moment his eyes refocus and his panting breaths start to even, I slowly peel my fingers from around his softening cock and bring them to my lips. Sucking my cum-drenched thumb into my mouth, I lick his taste from my skin and hum with pleasure.

“You taste fucking delicious, Kitten.”

I don’t know what he sees on my face, or what he thinks is happening, but his eyes suddenly turn wary.

“I need to use the bathroom,” he mumbles, his expression shuttering.

“Of course,” I say softly, not wanting to frighten him, but not willing to let him put any distance between us either.

Stepping around him, I take his hand and lead him into my bathroom, turning the light on so the clean white tile comes into view. Once we’re both standing in the middle of the room, I release his hand and lean into the bath to turn on the shower. When I turn back to face him, his hands are hanging in front of his now soft dick, clearly trying to hide himself once again without making it obvious.

“Would it be okay if I used your washer? I don’t have any other clothes with me, and I really don’t want to wear…stained clothes to work tomorrow,” he says shyly.

“You can wear something of mine. I’ll put them in the wash after we’ve showered.”

“Did you want to go first?” Henry says, his voice meek.

“No.”

“Okay.” He nods, then glances toward the door.

“You should take off your socks,” I say with a smile, glancing down at the only item of clothing I didn’t strip off him.

“Oh, yeah.” Cringing, he exhales. “I’ll take them off once I use the bathroom.”

“Let me help,” I say, not giving him time to protest before I step up behind him and walk him to the toilet, reaching around to grasp his soft cock and aim it toward the bowl.

“What are you doing?” he asks breathlessly.

“Helping.”

“You holding my penis while I pee isn’t helping,” he squeaks, adorably ruffled.

Chuckling, I wrap my other arm around his waist, pressing his ass into my hard cock. “I already told you this cock was mine. If I want to hold it while you pee, I will,” I inform him, rolling my hips and grinding myself against him.

The silence stretches between us until finally his cock pulses and he starts to pee. Aiming for him, I watch until he’s finished, then squeeze the last drops of liquid from the tip, reaching beneath his cock to his balls and giving them a gentle tug.

“I know this is new, but you’re being such a good boy for me, Kitten. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to find you.”

Despite his obvious confusion, he preens at my praise, unconsciously pressing back into my dick.

“Come on, let’s take a shower, then we can go to bed. You have work in the morning.”

“I should?—”

Cutting off his protests before he has time to voice them, I quickly strip out of my own clothes until I’m standing naked infront of him, my cock hard and dripping. His eyes widen when he looks down at me, like this is the first time he’s ever seen a cock apart from his own.

Once again, I wonder how inexperienced he really is. At twenty-two, he probably doesn’t have any experience with BDSM or power exchange, but surely he must have fooled around in high school or college. I guess it’s possible if he only just came out or is religious that he might only just be exploring his sexuality, but he can’t be completely untouched…right?

“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say, reaching for his hand, giving him a moment to step away before I guide him closer to me. His socks are still covering his feet, so I bend down and tap the front of his foot, peeling his sock off the moment he lifts it from the floor. Once it’s off, I do the same with the other foot, then slowly rise to my feet, pressing a quick kiss to his dick, then stomach, then chest on my way up.

“Have you ever showered with someone before?” I ask when he doesn’t immediately climb into the tub.

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