He'd always been easy to tease, but it was insanely fun to alternate between fast strokes and slow circles off my tongue to keep him on his toes.
Cries and moans fell from him as he shook under me, his hips writhing, but I made sure he couldn't predict where I was going.
I loved how big his ass was, especially the way his cheeks pressed against mine, even when I was spreading them.
“Dom, this is too—” he gasped.
I moaned as I pressed my tongue inside him. He was too tense, and I didn't want to make it a fight. It was even better when he ground against my face.
I pulled back just to say, “You can, handsome. Just relax for me, you’re nearly there.”
I went harder, massaging his ass, stroking his cock, finding all the best places that made him moan.
Switching from his ass to his cock, I quickly grabbed the lube. With practised skill, the lid was off, my fingers covered, and I pressed them against his hole.
I watched him tremble under me. And the second my finger slipped inside him, he cried, thrusting with the chorus of “Dom, please, right there, I need you to… ugh…”
Harry hadn’t told me to stop, not yet. But it was the start of some tests to see how far he’d let me go.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” I asked, grinning at him.
“I feel like you’re playing too much,” he grumbled.
He was so fucking perfect. He led the largest charities in the world, and yet he was pouting because I wasn’t plunging my fingers into his ass.
“I am,” I chuckled as I eased another finger inside. He jolted, twisting his head around to face me. Seeing his red cheeks,the way his mouth dropped open, how he let out the longest sound of pleasure only made me want to push him further.
“You’re so warm inside, Harry. Your ass is just clenching my fingers like you don't want me to move.”
“No, I want it! It’s… you are…” he panted.
“Come on, handsome. Tell me.” He shot a glance at me before his head tipped to the side, avoiding me.
“I need more.”
“More what?”
Harry glared at me as I grinned. He knew I wouldn't do anything until I heard what I wanted.
His gaze snapped back to mine. “Another finger,” he gasped, shuddering as I moved inside him. “I want another finger.”
I loved the way he moaned as I ground deeper. I wasn’t taking my time anymore. I needed this. I needed him.
I worked on him, pulling cries from him as I opened him up, preparing him for me. By the time my wrist began to ache, sweat ran over his body, and he was almost whimpering my name.
Which was fine by me. It gave me more ways to soak up all of his scent.
“I’m putting in a third finger, is that alright?” I asked, leaning over to kiss his cock again.
“Yes, please,” he gasped.
I groaned at how needy he was. He was choking just from the movement of my fingers. I couldn’t wait to see what would happen when I really fucked him.
I grabbed more lube, wanting to make this as easy as possible for him. I pulled my fingers out completely this time, coating myself before lining them back up to his ass.
One got me a tremble. The second one had him shivering, followed by a sigh. I pushed my third in as slowly as I could, his knees spread and he moaned.
“Oh God, Dom…” His ass was clamping so hard that I wasn’t sure he could take it.