Page 36 of A Coffee Away

“Slowly,” Esteban whispered as I pulled on the belt and let it fall.

I opened the button of my shorts, then my zipper, my gaze never leaving his. The drumming in my chest intensified as he licked his lips. His bulge grew inside his pants, and I wondered who was truly in control here.

I put my hand over my boxers and grabbed my cock.

Esteban tsked. “Naughty boy. I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” He clenched the hand that rested on his left leg, running his nails along the fabric of his tight black jeans.

“Sorry, sir.” I removed my shorts slowly like he wanted.

I stood in front of him in nothing but my boxers, and even though I wanted this, I trembled. This was so new to me. So daring.

Esteban pointed at my boxers. “Everything.”

I obeyed. I was exposed, my whole body bared to him. It was almost too much to be this vulnerable in raw daylight, but I breathed slowly and easily. I had to show him I could take it.

“Hands and knees on the bed.” There wasn’t a shred of doubt in his voice.

He was in his element, and I only wanted to obey him.

As my pulse thundered against my throat, I got on all fours on the bed.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

I couldn’t help but comply. I stroked my dick slowly at first, then faster, thinking of him watching me like this.

Crack. He spanked my right asscheek, and I moaned, the pain and pleasure mixing in a delectable way as he caressed the area where his hand connected. “That was for touching yourself before I gave permission.”

Crack. I jerked forward.

He passed his tongue over my left asscheek, then blew on the sensitive area. “You’re mesmerizing.”

Esteban eased my legs apart with his knee, holding my cheeks apart. He rubbed his thumb over my hole, my body arching at the brief contact. “Are you prepped for me?”

I nodded. I’d been wanting this for days. The flutter in my stomach became unbearable. I couldn’t see what he was doing, and it only aroused me more.

Then his mouth was on me, invading my most secret spot.

I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his tongue. Its tip entered me just barely, but it was enough to make me pucker up.

“So needy.” He squeezed my cheeks apart and devoured my hole.

I fought to keep still. To not come.

I wanted to feel all of him.

He grabbed my hip with his left hand, then slid his right index and middle fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

He shoved his fingers all the way inside my mouth, pushing them in and out again and again. I closed my eyes, imagining it was his cock, and worked my mouth over them.

He let go of my hip, and I stilled at the unmistakable noise of his zipper.

“Who said you could stop touching yourself?” Irritation mixed with lust coated Esteban’s words.

I grabbed my shaft and stroked.

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and touched my hole, using my saliva to coat my entrance.

I buckled as his finger slipped inside.