Bingo.
Casey made an embarrassed squeak when he realized what I’d found, but I just chuckled. Removing my finger, I squirted lube on my fingers and warmed it up before I brought my hand back to his ass.
Unfortunately,his embarrassment was starting to show again. Turning back to him, I gave his ass a smack that echoed in the room. “Is that how I positioned you?”
Casey gasped, but I had a feeling it was more about the surprise and the sound than any pain because I’d been careful not to smack him too hard. A low groan escaped, and his ass quickly stuck back out again without him seeming to have realized what he’d done.
By the time I had my finger stroking over his needy entrance, his forehead was pressed against the wall. If I had any doubts about how much he’d loved the quick spank, his erection made it obvious. “That’s my good boy.”
The words seemed to calm him, so I decided to push the play a little more and see how he would react. “When I put you on display, I don’t want you to move.”
Pressing against his hole, I fucked him slowly with the first inch of my finger. It was just enough to drive him insane but not enough to give him any satisfaction. “If you’re a naughty boy, you won’t get to come. Good boys only think about how they’re going to please their master, not about anything else.”
I thrust the tip of my finger in and out until he started to shake and groan. “Do you want more? Are you going to be a good boy?”
He pulled away from the wall just enough to nod and tried to thrust back onto my finger, but I kept just the tip inside him. “No, if you want to come you’re going to tell me what a good boy you’re going to be for me.”
Going back to the maddeningly slow, shallow thrusts, I watched as his need mounted. Finally, desire overrode any other emotions, and he started to beg sweetly. “Please, Sir. I…please. I’ll be good. I’ll—”
He cried out in pleasure as I sank my finger deep into him. His fingers clawed against the smooth tile as he tried to find something to hold on to as the sensations flooded through him. When my finger brushed over his prostate, he cried out again, and his body shook as his orgasm grew closer.
Knowing that despite orgasming recently he wouldn’t last long, I started rubbing my cock against his hip and caressing over his prostate with each thrust. Casey let everything else go as the desire built. He writhed against me and fucked himself back on my finger as he begged for more.
When I reached around him and stroked one nipple, I knew he was right on the edge. All it took was nailing his prostate one more time and a tight pinch of one sensitive bud, then he exploded. His orgasm shot through him in waves, and I had to release his nipple so I could hold him tight enough that he didn’t fall.
Cum burst out of him and striped the tile before being washed away. When he was sagging against me and completely spent, I pulled him tight to my chest. As the water beat down on him, I started thrusting my cock against his ass.
Kissing along his neck, I focused on my own orgasm as my dick stroked over him. “I think my sweet boy is going to like to bottom.”
He made an embarrassed little sound, but I just grinned and rutted against him. He might have been shy, but he knew I’d stop if he wanted me to. “I can imagine bending you over and peeling down those sexy panties of yours just enough that I can play with your ass and fuck you. Maybe if you’re very good, I’ll kiss down your spine and run my tongue around your tight little hole first.”
Casey must have found the image just as erotic as I did because he shivered and another moan escaped him. He was orgasmed out, but I just pulled him closer to me and let the pleasure build. “Then I’m going to plug you while you’re filled with my cum so you don’t get your panties dirty.”
I shifted him just enough that my cock slipped between his thighs, and the pleasure had me moaning. It was hard to think, but the fantasy was so clear I had to keep going. “That means you’re going to have to thank me for keeping your panties clean. Remember what happens to naughty boys who have dirty panties.”
Casey shivered and his legs tightened around my dick, but it was the sweet, sexy words that had my orgasm crashing through me. “Yes…Sir…thank you.”
Cum drenched his thighs as the pleasure rolled over me. As it faded, I felt Casey stroking my arms and doing his best to hold me tight. Kissing his neck, I smiled as he tenderly caressed me. “The next time we do this, I want to be lying down so we don’t have to move after.”
He giggled as I reached down and started rinsing the cum off his legs. “Probably a good idea.”
Turning in my arms, he shyly pressed against me. I kissed his head and reached for the knob to turn the water off. “What do you think about my staying over tonight? I know you’ll have to get up early, but at the moment, the last thing I want to do is walk away.”
As he pulled back, nodding, I reached out and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around him, I expected that to be the end of the topic, but evidently, he’d been working up the nerve to add more. “I know why you put me in the guest room the other night, but once I thought about it, I kind of wished I’d woken up in your arms.”
Slowly working the soft cloth over his skin, I smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips. “I’ll admit I thought about it, but I wanted to make sure you were completely aware of what was going on before we made any steps like that.”
He gave me another shy smile. “Thank you. I…I appreciate that.”
“You never have to thank me for caring for you.” I kissed his nose playfully. “I like taking care of you.”
He blushed and curled into me as I wrapped the towel around him. As I reached for a second towel for me and began to dry myself, I couldn’t help but grin at the quick little hungry glances he snuck my way. He was shy, but I could feel his eyes raking over me.
When I was ready, I reached out for his clothes on the bathroom vanity. “Let’s get you dressed. Do you want to head to bed now or did you want to stay up for a while?”
Until I’d started seeing Casey, my schedule had been erratic at best, so I was still working on getting caught up on my sleep. Something about knowing he was out there but not understanding where we stood or what he wanted had played havoc with my brain. I’d ended up working late into the night on all kinds of things that weren’t strictly necessary.
He shrugged, then licked his lips and glanced down at the floor. “Um, bed? I don’t normally stay up late on work nights.”