He reaches out, his fingers slick and warm as they smooth over the tight, fluttering muscles of my hole. He massages me with a slow, agonizing patience, his eyes locked to mine to catch every flicker of reaction from me.
I whimper desperately as pleasure radiates outward from his touch, a familiar, honeyed heat that always feels far too good.
‘More’ I whisper, my hips lifting slightly to chase the pressure, ‘please Ryker.’
‘Oh, I’m going to give you more baby’ the firefighter promises, ‘but first you have to do something for me . . .’
‘Anything,’ I agree immediately, wriggling with an impatient need as the older man continues to tease me, coating my entrance in the warm, sticky lube but refusing to allow his finger to sink inside.
Ryker’s smile turns dangerous, a predatory curve to hi
