Page 49 of Regret Me Not
Hal pulled the longish hair from Pierce’s ear and started talking dirty. “You like my hands?”
“Yes.”
“Where do you want them?”
“Everywhere.”
Hal bit his earlobe softly. “Be specific.”
“Nipples,” Pierce said, aware that his were tingling, needy, wanting attention in the worst way.
His was rewarded with a soft scraping of Hal’s nails against the ridge of flesh, and he whined.
“Not enough?” Hal tormented.
“Pinch!”
“Sure.”
But he was so greedy for the pinch, it arced through his body, electricity seeking all his erogenous zones, and he cried out and thrust his hips back and forth, immediately aching and needy.
Without prompting he propped his knee against the bed, opening his groin and his back end up for all the most exciting play he ever needed.
“Want something else?” Hal asked, laughing.
“Touch me,” Pierce begged, shameless. “All the places.”
“Sure.”
Oh, he was wicked, this boy. He touched Pierce’s flanks, the outside of his thighs, the very edge of Pierce’s crease.
“You’re teasing me!” Pierce accused, whimpering and not caring.
“You’re being vague,” Hal said, laughing. “Now be specific—”
“Stroke my c… inner thighs.” Pierce loved the tantalizing touches—he would ask for them.
“Ooh—I like how you think.”
Hal palmed his inner thighs, both of them, sliding the sides of his hand down the juncture of his body, feeding his wants while keeping his needs just hungry enough.
“My balls,” Pierce panted. “My taint….”
“Teasing yourself!” Hal purred, thrusting up against Pierce’s buttock, his cock leaving a patch of wet against Pierce’s skin.
“You’re doing such a good job for me!” Pierce moaned. Hal cupped his balls, scooting down a little on the bed to get access and leverage, and Pierce moaned again, breathily.
“You want more teasing?” Hal urged. “What else do you want?”
“Lick me,” Pierce begged, unafraid. This was Hal—he wouldn’t leave Pierce hanging. Hal moved all the way down, leaving a string of kisses down Pierce’s spine. When he got to Pierce’s backside, Pierce’s propped knee still holding him open and accessible, he parted Pierce’s cheeks and dove in.
And Pierce almost cried.
“It’s so good,” he panted, forgetting how this thing was supposed to work. He reached down to stroke his cock, and Hal punished him by stopping with the tongue action.
“But… but….”
“That’s going to make it over too soon,” Hal told him. “Just for that, roll over on your stomach.”
