Page 46 of Whiskey Sour
With a lusty exhale, he nods. He turns slowly, giving me the perfect show, and when he’s facing away from me and my eyes land on his ass, I think I die for a second.
I growl as I surge forward, taking a handful of his tight bubble butt in my hands. He lets out a breathy gasp and whimpers when I pull his cheeks apart. There’s something so insanely erotic at seeing the lacy thong pressed against his hole. Using all my control, I don’t immediately push the fabric aside and fuck myself into him. Somehow, I find my words, but I don’t let go of him.
“Why are you returning this?” I ask through gritted teeth.
The back of his neck flushes as he starts to teeter on each foot. “Um, it doesn’t look good? It’s a bit silly, isn’t it?”
With one hand on his ass, I shove both my shorts and underwear over my ass. My furious cock is already leaking precum as I slot it between his cheeks. I dip down to seize his ear between my teeth and growl, “Does this feel fucking silly to you?”
“Cassy…” He squirms, sinfully pushing his ass back into me. “It’s just… I don’t know.”
Tenderness hits me and tampers my lust…only a bit.
Everyone thinks Skylar is so confident. Everyone believes him to be this untouchable beacon of positivity and light. Somecall him extra and “too much,” like there’s nothing beyond the superficial layers he lets people see. He covers it up with sass and laughter, but he’s secretly one of the most insecure people I’ve ever met.
When he fishes for compliments, it’s because heneedsto hear them. When he makes a sassy comeback, it’s because someone’s gotten too close to seeing what he hides behind. He’s not just a caricature; he’s arealperson.
“You think it looks stupid too,” he says weakly when I go too long without saying anything. “I’ll take it off and return it, and we can pretend this never happened.”
He starts to scratch his arms. It happens when he’s feeling low and unwanted. It happens when he thinks he isn’t good enough. He’ll get in his own head, and it takes everything to bring him back.
Skylar needs people to praise him, to worship him, to adore him. Not because he’s full of it, but because it’s enough of a distraction to make him forget about his past andthat’swhat people don’t see.
But Skylar also needs something else. Something a bit darker, something a bit more freeing, something that I’m now in charge of giving him.
Skylar needs to be fucked out of his own head.
I take a sharp step back and finish removing my shorts and underwear. I’m ready to give him what he needs. I’m ready to take control and make his mind blissfully blank, so that when he comes back to himself, he’ll do so with a renewed sense of confidence.
“Turn.”
I don’t leave any room for argument in my tone, and Skylar knows this. He turns obediently, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he gulps. There’s a sweet sense of pleading in hismismatched eyes, like he knows what’s going to happen, and needs it to happen fast.
“I love you,” I tell him, reaching out to run my finger down his cheek. “Remember that.”
He nods. “What do I do?”
With the understanding of what’s about to happen, I place my hand on his shoulder and shove him onto the floor. He goes knees-first and instinctively places his hands on my thighs to steady himself.
“Keep your hands right there,” I order, my gut already tightening at the view below me. So fucking perfect. Sexy as hell, tempting?—
And allmine.
He does what I say, swaying a bit as he adjusts himself. His cock pulses in his thong, the glossy tip peeking out in desperation to be acknowledged. I ignore it for now. We’ll get to that later.
Now it’s time to give him what he needs.
“Open your mouth.”
When his jaw drops only a microsecond later, I chuckle cruelly and fist the top of his head. Clicking my tongue at him, I drag him forward until his face is buried in the thatch of hair at the base of my dick.
“What a fucking cock-hungry whore. Look at you, panting against me. Fucking drooling for some dick.”
He nods feverishly, his tongue licking the skin he’s pressed against, fighting my hold so he can reach my cock and prove my words. I yank his head back and force him to look up at me. He’s rutting into the air, his eyes shining with desire as he sticks his tongue out.
He’s so fucking perfect.
“I’m going to fuck your face now and come down your pretty throat,” I tell him, tightening my grip on his hair until he whines.“After that, we’re going online and buying five more of these in every color they offer. Do you know why?”
