“Fuck,” he groaned. “Okay.”
I went back to the sink and wet the cloth again, getting more soap onto it. I stood behind him, feeling the urge to say to hell with it and just fuck his dirty ass, but I supposed spending time with regular, respectable folks was having an effect on me…or maybe not.
“Spread ’em nice and wide, now. I want you to put your front down on the bed, reach behind you and spread your cheeks with your fingers so’s I can clean you properly.”
I was breathless with the sense of control and my shameless demands. Oscar’s breath hitched and he shivered.
“Yes, sir,” he said, and did what I’d asked.
My cock fought against the buttons of my trousers when he snaked his hands back and snuck his fingers between his ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart to reveal his sweet pink crack and the tempting wrinkled circle that promised so much pleasure.
I sighed a curse and lifted the cloth in my trembling fingers.
“Now stay still.”
“Okay.”
His voice was barely a whisper, and I expected his eyes were wide, although I couldn’t see them—mostly because I couldn’t take my own off his pretty pink hole, which looked clean enough, really. But I figured t’was better to be safe, and hell, this was fun—and dirty, and completely reprehensible. I reckon we both loved it.
Oscar made sharp little gasps as he waited for me to start. His thigh muscles quivered with anticipation.
“Jimmy? What are you doin’?” he asked.
“I’m just lookin’,” I admitted.
“Why?”
“’Cause you look so sweet and so damn filthy at the same time, holdin’ yourself open for me. Your little pink hole is so pretty, Oscar. I love it so much.”
He turned his head and gave a raspy little laugh. “I reckon you should put that in our wedding vows.”
“Stop it.”
“You gonna touch me or what? I ain’t got all day.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh, you ain’t?”
“Well, I don’t—”
“What if I wanna take all day with you? What if I wanna spend this whole dang afternoon running this cloth o’er every inch of you and following it with kisses? Hmm? What then?”
He moaned and closed his eyes. “Well, then I—I suppose I’d have to shut up and take it, wouldn’t I?” He swallowed thickly.
“Yeah, I suppose you would. Now be quiet and let me do this.”
“Yes, sir. I will. I’ll be good, I—” He gasped and cried out as I drew the cloth o’er his hole with a rough swipe, then repeated the motion. “Oh, fuck!”
He clenched every time I did it and started rocking. T’was pretty obvious he liked it.
“Oh, Jimmy.”
“Shh-h.”
I used the soapy cloth to clean him up good and thorough, while he gasped and groaned and let me, until I couldn’t stand it no more. I dropped the cloth and nudged his fingers aside so’s I could hold him open, and I went at that pretty pink hole with my tongue and my mouth, tasting soap and water and Oscar, slurping and biting at him like the animal I’d claimed I wasn’t.
I don’t know if it made me a better man or a worse one that I’d never put my mouth to any of the whores I’d bedded. In fact, most of the time I’d only paid for them to use their hands or their mouths onmyparts. On the odd occasion, if I’d had enough coin, I’d taken my pleasure all the way with one of them, but they had to be real pretty and real friendly for me to do that. I’d only ever done it if they had them French things that would make sure we didn’t catch diseases from one another and that the girl didn’t get with child. I was careful in my dealings, because the last thing I’d wanted was to complicate a woman’s life, especially a woman who found herself working in a cathouse to make a living. Since Oscar was so young, I hadn’t worried about catching anything from him, and since then, I’d learned he’d been careful, too. He’d only ever engaged in the act of sodomy with people he’d trusted and, like me, had focused more on the safer pastimes. The last thing either of us had wanted was to shorten our lives or make them more miserable than they were already, by contracting some god-awful disease.
Now that Oscar had turned me on to what I was truly into, it seemed I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to eat him up, like I was the big bad wolf, and he was Little Red Riding Hood. I lapped at his hole, tongued it, shoved at it and made Oscar yelp and groan and shudder. I ran my nose along his cleft and rubbed my stubbled chin on him. I wanted to cover my face with his scent and claim him like that.
