“Oh, my goodness,” I murmured, licking my lips.My cock pushed against the front of my trousers at the debauched sight of him.
The way the bar kept him spread, I could see between the rosy cheeks of his ass, to that soft pink place I wanted so bad.I saw it contract and release as Oscar imagined what was about to happen.
“God, Jimmy.I’m trapped.You got me.”
“I sure do.Now, what on earth am I gonna do with you?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Earthly Delights
I had ideas.Boy, did I have ideas.
First thing I did was get naked.I made sure I was in Oscar’s line of sight where he had his head resting on the bed, turned to the side, as I meticulously removed what was left of my clothing and folded everything up nice and neat.Making Oscar wait for his pleasure was a sure-fire way of inflaming him.
Sure enough, he groaned in anguish.
“God!Come on!”
“What?”I said, lazily pumping my cock as I regarded him.
“Jimmy!”
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want!Jesus!”
“You want Jesus?Pretty sure he wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with you.”
That got a frustrated laugh from him, but then he knitted his brows together.
“Jimmy,please!”
I sat down on the bed beside him and wove my fingers into his hair.’Twas growing out from the severe trimming it had got at the hands of Irene this winter, and ’twas looking more like it had when we’d met.I liked it a lot, and it sure gave me more to grab.
I did grab it then, forcing his head back while I watched contemplatively.
“Open your mouth, boy.”
Oscar gasped and did as he was told.
“Let me see that tongue.”
He shuddered but did as I’d asked like the good boy he tended to be in the bedroom, and no place else.
“Very good.I’m gonna put it to use.But first, you’re gonna lie there and take what I’m gonna give you.”
“Yes, Jimmy.”
“Good boy.”
I relaxed my fingers and gave his head a tousle, then stood and moved behind him.Oscar gasped as I kneeled up onto the bed, with the bar under my calves, and grasped his ruddy ass in my palms, slipping my thumbs between them to slide along the sensitive crease.
“Oh fuck.Oh fuck,” Oscar panted.“Ow.”
“A bit tender?”
“Yeah.Feels good.”
