Page 136 of Brainwashed
Once his finger is wet, he brings it back down to my ass. And using his other hand to hold me open, he presses it up to my asshole, slowly but persuasive enough that I feel instant pressure.
“Let’s test it out,” he says, with his eyes still on my lips. “See if it’s really as tight as you say it is.”
“It’ll be even tighter on your—”
His mouth drops onto mine. Just one, warm, soft kiss before he pulls back. “Don’t talk shit, sick boy. I only want you to answer my questions, okay?”
I nod. “Yes, Doctor.”
“Good. Now, relax.”
He shoves the tip of his finger inside me. My body struggles against it for a second, but he pushes harder, forcing me to take the digit with a grunt.
“Mmm… that’s it,” he hums in my ear, his breath warming me. “Itistight.”
He urges the finger in deeper and I moan, “Fuck…”
“Does it feel good?” He pushes as far as his finger can go, yanking my hips back with the other hand.
“Yea.” My voice cracks.
Withdrawing it slowly, he asks, “Is this how good it felt when Templeton did it? The experiment…”
Jesus Christ, he’s jealous.
I feel like I could come on cue, just knowing that he’s worried about me enjoying something that asshole Templeton did more than what he’s doing now.
My forehead drops to the door while he thrusts the finger back in all the way, until his knuckles are on my ass cheeks. I groan out softly, eyes rolling back when he touches that elusive spot I’ve heard so many of my partners sob about.
“Answer me, Felix.” He cages me in, curling the finger in a way that feels uncomfortable, but only for a second before it’s lighting me the fuck up.
“Fuck, it’s better.” I shiver out the words, letting him hold me to him, guiding me by his finger in my ass. “So,somuch better…”
“Yea?” He drops his lips to the nape of my neck, not quite kissing, but sort of brushing them on my sensitive skin.
My cock is leaking on the floor, I can feel it.
“Yea…” My fingers dig into the metal of the door.
He develops a bit of a rhythm with his fingering, in and out; slow but as deep as possible, pulling all the way out to the tip before adding another. I’m trying hard to control my volume, but I don’t think anything has ever felt this good, even raw, with no real lube other than my spit.
“You were right about it being warm, too,” he murmurs, buckets of arousal and some sprinkled fascination in his tone. He sounds even more turned on and hungry for me than last night, and I’m living for it. “You want me to put my cock in this tight, warm little hole?”
My entire body practically convulses. “Yes…God, yes. Please, Dr. Love.”
“Please what…” His hand runs around to my abs, fingers trailing along the curves of my pelvis.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, not giving a single fuck how desperate I sound.I need this.
I want him to nail me to the goddamn door.
“I really don’t think I should…” he mumbles, as if he’s talking to himself. He definitely sounds certain that he thinks heshouldn’t, but he also doesn’t particularly sound like he cares.
“Shouldis for morons.” I grip his forearm, and he chuckles. “Just… please. Please, please,please.”
“Have you ever begged for dick like this before?” he asks, amused.
“No, and I’m not ashamed. I want yours.” I turn my chin to peek at him. His head cocks curiously. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, Dr. Love. Justpleasetry it.”
