Page 42 of Knotted their Beauty

“No. Ves. Ahh, God!”

“I’ll be your god, baby. You’re so gorgeous when you’re panting and desperate. I wish I was there to take care of you. You’re my brave, smart boy, aren’t you?”

The words of praise relax my asshole and I gasp as my fingers slide in so quickly, I see stars. I’m hitting the special spot inside me that feels so fucking good.

“You had such a hard day…I’m so proud of you for going to your lesson.”

We’re both completely out of breath, and Ves’ typically well styled hair appears much wilder now. His hazel eyes are dark and full of arousal, and I can almost hear his teeth grinding together as he focuses on not blowing his load too soon.

“I wanted you to masturbate with me, but now I need to watch you come hands free. Fuck your hole until you spill all over your tanned skin. I wish I could taste you.”

“Fuck. Ves. I’m so close. My dick is so sad you’re not here. Ahhh. I wish you were fucking me!”

I can’t be quiet as my body begins to bow against the wall. My hips are bucking against my fingers with abandon, and my chest heaves with desire and need. I don’t care if he knows how much I miss him.

I’m not playing hard to catch. He’s already caught me, and he knows it. He watches me with possession, and his head drops back with a sigh of disbelief that this is really happening. Ves strangles his cock with his hand in a way that tells me I’m not the only one who enjoys a little pain.

I don’t mind waiting for a good thing, even though I’ll say I hate every minute of it. Ves is such a good fucking man, I’ll do whatever I need to make him proud of me. Even if it scares the hell out of me.

My scream tears from my lips as my release crashes over me. Biting my upper arm to attempt to muffle it, I shudder as cum splashes over my body. It’s messy, and so fucking satisfying.

An orgasm and a call from Ves might be able to fix anything.

My foot slips off the ledge and I yelp as I fall on my ass. Even then, I writhe against the wall as I draw out every last ounce of enjoyment from my orgasm. I have no idea when I’ll get to do this next. I’ll gladly relive this moment while grinding on my sheets for many nights come

“You okay there?” Ves chuckles.

“Fucking peachy. Do I get to watch you now?”

My head thunks against the shower wall as I gaze up at Ves, and even though he can’t see me anymore, I get to bask in his presence.

“Yeah. I didn’t want to miss a second of this. Are you still stuffed full of your fingers?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I’m going to pretend I’m the one fucking you instead.”

His eyes slide shut as he pistons his hips up into his hand, and his noises sound pornographic. Ves is always so artfully controlled, but that’s all gone now. His throat is corded and tight as he groans, and it constricts as he swallows hard.

I can already feel my cock refusing to soften and wrap my hand around it, knowing I need to come again.

“Dirty, naughty, little boy.” Ves’ eyes are still closed, but that doesn’t mean his other senses aren’t heightened. “Come again with me. I know you can.”

“Yes. Fuck, I need you.”

“I’m there. Fucking you. So…damn…tight.”

I explode again like a teenager on a vicious cry, watching as Ves catches his cum with tissue. He doesn’t cover himself completely, allowing me to watch as it shoots out of his slit, and I swear…

Is it possible to be this jealous of cum-soaked tissue? I think I’ve lost my mind and I don’t want to find it again.

Ves sucks in lungfuls of air, sounding like he just ran a marathon. His eyes crack open as I pull my fingers out of my ass with a whimper, and I struggle to get up.

“I have to go, Little Addiction. Feel better?”

“Yeah. I really do. I love you.”

His eyes snap to the door, and he growls, showing his annoyance.