Page 100 of Ghost Ribbon

Then I pressed forward again, bare now, and slid my cock right between his ass cheeks. I rolled my hips in a grind, dragging the entire length up and down, the head catching on his tight little hole with every pass. Precum poured out of me, coating his crack, smearing across his hole.

I kept one hand fisted in his hair, keeping his head yanked back so he had no choice but to watch everything in the mirror. My other hand reached around, found his nipple, and pinched it hard, twisting just enough to make his back arch.

“Shhh,” I warned when a sound tried to escape him. I slapped my palm over his mouth, muffling him completely, and kept grinding. “Be a good boy and stay quiet. You don’t want them hearing how wet your hole is getting just from me rubbing on it.”

I changed the angle, pressing the head of my cock directly against his rim in circles, smearing more and more precum into him.

It was so slick now, my cock shining, his skin glistening, everything messy and wet. I thrust forward in tiny movements, just enough to feel his hole flutter and try to suck at the tip before I pulled back again.

I let go of his mouth to spit into my palm, then reached down and used it to stroke my cock once, twice, before sliding it back between his cheeks. This time I used my hand to press my length tighter against him.

“Look at that,” I growled against his ear. “My cock’s leaking all over your ass like it can’t wait to get inside. You feel how much I want you, Malyshka? Feel how fucking hard I am for this tight little hole?”

He was trembling.

Every time I rubbed over his hole he made these desperate sounds behind his bitten lip.

I yanked his hair harder, forcing his back into a deeper arch, making his ass push back against me. “That’s it. Present that hole for me.”

I kept going. Every few strokes I would pause with the head notched right against his hole, pressing just hard enough that he could feel how easily I could push in, then pull back and keep rubbing. His own cock was leaking nonstop now.

I bit down on his shoulder, sucked hard, then licked over the mark. I slapped his ass, loud enough to make him jump but not loud enough to carry through the door. A red print bloomed on his skin. I rubbed the sting away with my palm, then spread his cheeks wide with both hands so I could watch my cock sliding through the mess I had made.

“I could slide right in right now and you’d take every inch, wouldn’t you?”

I gave his hair another yank and then angled my hips, notched the head right against his hole, and started to push.

Marco gasped, his whole body going rigid as the thick head popped past that tight ring. His hands slid an inch down the mirror before he caught himself.

“Shhh,” I breathed against his ear. One hand stayed fisted tight in his hair, the other gripping his hip. “It’s not the first time, Malyshka. You can take it.”

I bottomed out almost halfway before I noticed it.

His eyes.

He was staring at himself in the mirror. Not with that hazy, fucked-out look from before. His hazel eyes were glassy, and tears were welling up along his lower lashes. Not the hot kind that came when he was close to coming. These were different. Sad. His bottom lip trembled.

I stopped instantly.

My cock was still half-buried inside him, throbbing, but I froze. The hand in his hair gentled, fingers loosening to stroke through the damp curls instead of yanking.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, voice dropping softer. “Does it hurt too much?”

He shook his head fast, a tear slipping down his cheek. He tried to look away from the mirror but I kept him there with the lightest touch on his jaw.

I rubbed his back with my free hand, feeling the tremble under his skin. “What is it, baby? Tell me.”

“I… I don’t like looking at myself.”

I leaned in, pressed my chest to his back, and stroked his hair gently, fingers carding through those soft curls.

“Oh, little star… but you’re so beautiful.”

I started moving again, sliding the rest of the way inside him while I kept talking.

“Your curly hair,” I murmured, nuzzling the side of his neck as I sank deeper, “always looks so fucking soft even when I’ve got my fist in it.” Another inch. “These hazel eyes…” I caught his gaze in the mirror again, still stroking his hair. “They get all dark and pretty when you’re trying not to moan for me.” I bottomed out the rest of the way with a roll of my hips, balls pressed tight against him. “That cute nose scrunches up so sweet when I hit the right spot inside you.”

Marco made a sound and his hole fluttered hard around my cock.