Page 71 of Repentance and Absolution
I trailed my fingers o’er his hips and down to grip his slim thighs, poking with my tongue and licking around his balls, even pretending I was gonna take a bite of them in order to give him that little bit of fear he craved, before I suckled them with the most tender care and teased him until he was a sweating, panting mess.
“Jimmy! Jimmy, oooh, Jimmy,” he groaned, squirming in such a way t’was all I could do not to grab my cock and finish right there, kneeling on the bed behind him.
“You want me to fuck you?” I said. “Or you want me to suck on your little nubby till you explode and flood my mouth?”
Geez, I really hoped Irene could not imagine anything close to this, ’cause t’was right indecent.
“Oh gawd. Oh gawd.”
“That ain’t an answer.”
“I don’t know! Both, Jimmy.Both!”
“All right then. I’m gonna fuck you and fill you up with so much seed your belly’s gonna swell like you’re with child. If you can keep from spendin’”—I squeezed his thigh hard—“an’ you better—then I’ll suck on your nubby and make you spend that way, if you want.”
“Fuck, yes. Yes, I do.Please!”
“All right.” I slapped his ass. “Roll o’er then. And hold your knees.”
Oscar gasped and got into position so fast I could hardly believe it. If I hadn’t been so overcome with desire, I would have laughed. But when he lifted his legs and held them, spreading himself open like a wishbone, I could hardly think straight.
“Goddammit,” I said, getting my trousers off and unbuttoning my union suit like a man possessed. “So many fucking buttons!”
“Hurry up,” Oscar panted. “Please!”
Finally, I got it undone far enough I could get my dick out. I gave it a few pulls, just staring at Oscar and that hot, slick place I was gonna be in a minute. I grabbed the grease and got another dollop out, rubbing it all o’er my cock and trying not to groan.
“God, I always forget how big your dick is.”
I grinned and raised my eyebrows. “I sure do love to remind you.”
He nodded, spreading his knees farther. “Come on, Jimmy. I’m gonna die.”
“You ain’t gonna die. Nobody dies from not getting fucked quick enough.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “How do you know?”
“I know lots of things,” I said, leaning forward and placing my dick where it needed to go. “You keep them hands on your thighs. Don’t you dare touch yourself, Oscar.”
“I won’t. I won’t. Only fuck me now. Plea—”
I breached him in one firm push, which cut off his begging and caused a sharp gasp that became a deep-throated groan as I slid all the way in in one smooth motion.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Jimmy.” He cried out. “Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, gawd.”
I was as desperate as he was, and I found a quick and punishing rhythm, living for his soft cries and curses and yelps.
“You like this, Oscar? You like me just taking my own pleasure, no matter what?”
“Oh fuck. Just use me, Jimmy. Do whatever you gotta do to get off.”
Well, since that was the case, I wasn’t gonna drag it out, even though he felt so good I kind of wanted to. But I’d waited too long to get inside him, and I was so close to spending. For once I wanted to just let it rip and not be concerned about him—and he’d given me permission.
All of a sudden, the thought of it, of using him as a vessel for my lust and my pleasure, made me crazy.
“You take it, boy. Take this cock, and you’ll take my seed when I give it you, won’t you—and thank me after?”
Oscar made the most endearing whimper as he pulled his knees to his chest, blinking up at me like I was some stranger he’d created from his own imagination—which, maybe I was at this moment. Strands of sweat-damp hair fell o’er his cheek and forehead, his face red and glowing with his enjoyment at being used and debased in such a way.
