Private Dick Casefile 01 - Lily White Rose Red

contact. I couldn’t decide which was worse torture, him touching me or when he stopped. I could hear noises but couldn’t make out what he was doing.
    Then I made some inarticulate little sound when his fingers, slick with Vaseline, slid in the valley between my cheeks.
    The gentle caress made me arch and twist in my chains whenever he brushed over my hole, pulsating with desire.
    “This doesn’t have to go any further,” he said.
    Giving me another out. “What if I want it to?” His hands left me again. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to twist around to look at what he was doing. This strange seduction was all about sensation, his hands on my body, my skin…. I heard the unmistakable snap of a condom. He was playing it safe, and I was glad Lily White, Rose Red: Grey Randall, Private Dick Casefile #1
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    of it. Being in the service had taught a lot of greenhorns about all the diseases you could catch.
    Then his warmth was against my back again, one of his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips at my ear and the solid hardness of his cock drifting over my hole but never pushing at it.
    The heat became a full-on forest fire, crawling slowly under my skin, and I wanted him to touch me. My dick was aching with the need to be touched. “Please,” I whispered.
    He bent his head a little closer. “What did you say?” I wanted to feel his skin against mine, naked, unencumbered by clothing. I wanted to turn around and leap into his arms, wrap my legs around him and beg him to take me.
    He sucked on the skin of my neck just under my ear. I don’t know if he knew how close that pushed me to orgasm. Maybe he could tell by the moan I let out.
    “Ask me,” he said insistently in a low, throaty voice.
    My hips bucked, and my blood roared in my ears. He held me tight against him, so tight I could barely catch my breath. He cupped my balls gently in his hand, and I would have collapsed if not for being chained to the wall.
    “Please….”
    “Say my name.” His voice was raspy, as if it was taking everything to control himself. “I want you to ask me….”
    “Phil.” It was the first time outside my thoughts I’d called him by his first name, and oddly it made the moment more intimate, almost too much so. “Phil, please….”
    He slid a finger smoothly into me. My inner muscles flexed around him, my toes curled, and I started to tremble.
    “Oh fuck, I’m going to—”
    “Don’t come yet,” he ordered. “Ask me.”
    “Phil, dammit, would you just fuck me!” I burst out.
    He chuckled at my vehemence, and after a moment I joined him.

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    “Are you sure?”
    “Would you just fucking get on with it?” I demanded.
    “How can I resist an invitation like that?” He sounded a little breathless, which made me glad I wasn’t the only one.
    I missed his finger when he took it out, but then I felt the head of his cock bump against my hole. I ground back against him, and he pushed inside.
    It hurt and it burned and I wanted it so badly, to feel a man inside me again. It had been such a long time. “Fuck me.” That time it was more of a soft plea. The fire inside me flared up and shot to my groin.
    He pushed harder, and then he was inside me all the way. The sensation from where his cock touched me inside radiated outward, taking the pain and turning it into a pleasure so rare it filled me up.
    “Grey Randall,” he groaned, sounding almost like he was in pain.
    His hands skimmed over my chest and belly, fingering my nipples and sliding through my chest hair as though he couldn’t get enough of the feel of it. Every place his fingers touched, my nerves sang out, yearning to feel that caress again. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, pleading wordlessly for more as a low moan worked its way from my throat.
    He pressed me against the wall almost harshly as he started to piston in and out of me, his cock brushing over my prostate with each thrust.
    When I felt his hand wrap around my shaft, stroking me in time to his thrusts, stealing my breath, a force built in my chest, channeling right to my dick, propelling me into the inevitable slide to ecstasy.
    I wanted him to fuck me faster and harder. I wanted him to kiss me. The thought shocked me into momentary coherence, but then I was lost in feeling again. His hand grabbed my hip, holding me still as he propelled his cock into me, harder and deeper than ever, and it still felt like it wasn't enough. I pushed my ass back to