Page 38 of Roguefinder

“I— I’m a whore.”

I bit the deepest part of his pit. “The whole thing.”

“I’m a little whore!” He squirmed hard, sheets rustling. “I’m your little whore.”

“Yes, you are.” I moved to his other armpit, inhaling deeply before mapping it with my tongue. My cock hung heavy between my thighs, and I let it drag over his stomach as I bit and licked my way around his sensitive skin.

“Fuck me,” he begged, his bicep flexing against my cheek. “Please.”

I gave him a few more wet caresses before sitting back. Caleb stared up at me, chest heaving, his armpits pink and glistening from my mouth.

“Pretty,” I said, fingers itching for my phone—my real phone, not the encrypted one I’d brought for the mission. I wanted to capture him just like this, his body flushed and unraveling. But it would have to keep for another time.

I patted one of his thick thighs. “Legs up, baby. Let’s get you ready.”

He obeyed with comical speed, pulling both knees to his chest and leaving himself completely open to me. Surrendering all his size and strength for my use. His hole was a tight, blushing pucker between his spread cheeks, the entrance to his body like a rose. Maybe that was a fanciful thought, but it was honest. He was delicate there, the little ring of muscle almost shy with its neat tucks and pleats.

Heat crackled up my spine, and more blood pumped to my dick. I pressed two slick fingers to his entrance and stroked over the taut ring of muscle, rubbing wider and wider circles as I watched him fight the urge to beg. When I’d loosened him enough to slip a finger inside, he squeezed his eyes shut and made a strangled sound.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, thrusting his cleft against my hand. He opened his eyes and gave me a desperate look. “Jesse, please. I swear⁠—”

I bent and traced my tongue up his dick.

He bucked his hips off the bed, his “fuck!” turning into a masculine whine.

Pushing my finger deeper, I gripped the base of his cock in my other hand and swallowed him to the root. I stayed there for a moment, my nose in the soft patch of curly blond hair at his base. His passage clamped around my finger, his body hot and tight. There was nothing else like it, that combination of heat and pressure.

And, fuck, I needed my dick in there. Glancing up at him, I wriggled my finger inside him as I let my throat close around his tip.

Caleb released a string of curses filthy enough to set a saint’s hair on fire. He bucked and squirmed, the blunt head of his cock nudging the back of my throat. I breathed through my gag reflex and held on. When spots danced in front of my eyes, I pulled off and sat back. Finger still deep in his ass, I used my free hand to wipe drool from my chin.

He stared up at me with his chest heaving and his cock glistening from my mouth. At some point, he’d broken position and now fisted the sheet on either side of his hips.

I gave his hands a pointed look, and he yanked his arms back up.

“Sorry,” he panted. “Sorry, I⁠—”

“Hush.” I bent and sucked him again. I got messy with the blow job, licking and slurping at his cock while he babbled promises to be good, so good, if I’d just fuck him like he needed me to. Salty arousal spread over my tongue. When his passage relaxed, I pushed a second finger into his heat.

“Jesus,” he said, thighs shaking. He lifted his head and glared at me. “Are you fucking serious?”

I pulled off his dick long enough to give him a quizzical look. “You sound agitated.”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I went back to sucking his cock. And I pushed my fingers deeper.

Deeper.

And…there. I found the spot I was searching for.

His whole body seized, his thighs brushing my ears as a cry ripped from his throat. Smiling around his dick, I stroked both fingertips over his gland. Then I did it again. And again. Harder. Pushing and rubbing as I sucked him up and down.

“Fuck!” he whimpered, breaking position again and grabbing the backs of his knees. A ruddy flush stained his chest as he pulled his thighs wider. “Jesse…” My name dissolved in a garble of breathless, incoherent sounds.

My dick throbbed. His ass spasmed around my fingers. He was close, but I could have pushed him harder. He’d have let me, riding the edge until I let him tumble over it. But, damn, I wasn’t sure I could outlast him.

I sat up and pulled my fingers from his body. “On your side, baby. Face the window.”