Page 26 of Inferno

Instead of speaking, he shakes his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly.

“I know I shouldn’t, but I like that, Kitten, I like it a lot,” I tell him, a smile spreading over my lips. “Now, get in.”

For an agonizingly long moment he doesn’t move, and I watch as he considers his options. He might not say it, but I see his eyes dart to the door, then back to me as he contemplates running. He’s naked and covered in cum, but he still considers it.

Releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I offer him my hand the moment he steps forward, and when he takes it, I squeeze his fingers tightly, silently praising him for choosing me.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, Kitten,” I coo, turning him beneath the warm spray and reaching for a bottle of shower gel. Filling my hands with the minty-smelling liquid, I crouch down and start at his feet, coating his ankles and then thighs, avoidinghis junk as I run my hands over his hips and then onto his flat stomach.

He’s slim, skinny almost, with narrow hips and thin but toned thighs and calves. Lean…that’s probably the best word I could use to describe him, like a runner, although I very much doubt it’s exercise that’s keeping him this way.

I don’t know much about Henry, but given what I do know, it’s clear that money is an issue for him. Parker said his apartment was in a rough area, and Danny mentioned that he hasn’t taken the permanent job the Barnetts have offered him because rental prices are too high in Rockhead Point.

When he was eating earlier, he started with the veggies instead of the chicken, which leads me to think that although he eats enough to not be hungry, he probably doesn’t or can’t afford the expense of fresh vegetables that often.

His breath hitches when I run my hands over his pecs, then up onto his shoulders and down his arms. He shudders involuntarily when my fingers graze over the hollow of his throat in the same place I held him earlier.

Stepping closer to him, I slide my arms around him, caging him against me, while I cover his back in soap, dipping my hands all the way down to the base of his spine, then immediately moving back up again without touching his ass.

By the time I’ve covered every inch of his body except for his ass, dick, and balls in soap, his chest is heaving and his eyes are filled with what I’d guess is desperate need. His perfect twenty-two-year-old cock is hard again, pressing against my belly every time I lean in closer to him.

I love that he’s so turned on he’s gotten hard and come twice already, but he needs to learn that just because Icanmake him come doesn’t mean that I will. Retreating, I grab more soap, then reach for his cock, cleaning his length before I dip lower and coat his balls, then taint, with suds. Leaning into him again, I presshis dick against my stomach as I reach around him and run my soapy hands over his ass cheeks, spreading them enough for me to slip my fingers down his crease and over his hole.

The moment my fingers graze his clenched, puckered hole, he gasps loud enough that I wouldn’t be surprised if Danny and Parker could hear him from next door.

I’ve played with timid guys who wanted me to do all the work, expecting me to worship them. I’ve played with slutty dudes who pull their own cheeks apart and finger their holes while I watch. I’ve played with guys who prep and stretch themselves before I’ve even gotten them naked, and I’ve played with dude-bros who only remember prep is a thing when they’re desperate to be fucked and whine when they have to be stretched enough to take me.

But I don’t remember ever having a guy react the way Henry is…except maybe the very first time I did anal with a guy. Both of us were guy-on-guy virgins, and it took a little experimenting to figure things out.

The first time I’d gotten my fingers anywhere near his ass, he’d tensed so hard I thought he was going to break my knuckle. But there’s no way that Henry is a virgin…right.

“Kitten, how many men have had the privilege of getting in this tight ass?” I ask, fighting to keep the possessive rage out of my tone.

“What?” he pants, his hands curled into fists at his sides, clearly fighting not to come or move while my fingers are toying between his cheeks.

“How many men have you fucked?” I ask again, my wording a little more crass.

“I…” He trails off as he tenses again, only instead of it just being his ass, it’s his entire body that goes stiff as a board.

Pulling my fingers back, I keep my palm wrapped around his ass cheek, then lean back far enough to look into his eyes. “Henry, are you a virgin?” I ask, my voice thick with emotion.

“I…” Avoiding my eyes, he focuses his gaze on my shoulder.

“Boy, I asked you a question,” I growl, slipping into dominant mode.

“Does it matter?” he whispers.

“Yeah, Kitten. It matters,” I say, softening my words.

“I know it’s pathetic…”

Releasing him completely, I take a step back, putting distance between us for the first time since I brought him upstairs. “Fuck,” I hiss, letting my head fall forward.

“I’m sorry.”

Exhaling a shuddering breath, I lift my head so I can look at him. “You have nothing to be sorry about. This is my fault. I should have asked, or not just assumed. I knew you were inexperienced, but it never occurred to me that you wouldn’t have…” I run out of words and instead lean forward and press a gentle kiss against his lips.

Before the kiss can turn dangerous, I pull back, closing my eyes as I drag in an affirming breath. Grabbing a bottle from the shelf, I offer it to Henry. “Here, wash your hair. There’s conditioner if you want it too.”

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