globe of his behind. Ranger squeals in a very dignified, armed forces sort of way.
“A bite is not a spank,” I point out before he can accuse me of breaking my word.
He mutters something that sounds like semantics, and I return to massaging him. I press my hands over his lower back and then slowly down to his butt, which seems as tense as the rest of him. He should work on unclenching from time to time. I guess that’s what I’m here to help him with.
I knead his butt muscles harder, shamelessly parting them just enough to get a peek at his hole. My cock jerks, precum dampening my underwear, and I bite back a groan.
“Where do you stand on butt stuff?” I ask, my voice coming out strained, not as casual as I was hoping for.
“Butt stuff? Are we twelve?” His voice drips with amusement, but I notice he tilts his hips up just a little, maybe subconsciously?
“My finger in your ass,” I say bluntly. “Possibly my tongue. Maybe one day, my cock if you’re interested.”
Ranger tightens his arms around the pillow, his hips jerking and his hole clenching and then relaxing.
“Okay,” he answers roughly.
“Okay?” What exactly is he agreeing to? Specifics are good in these situations.
“Maybe just your fingers today so we can see how that goes.”
I grunt in agreement, kneading his muscles deeper, then slipping one thumb into the crease of his cheeks and just barely teasing his hole. Ranger lies perfectly still, seeming to hold his breath as I grab the bottle of oil again and drizzle some into his crease, then use two fingers to spread it around the outside of his hole.
Using my index and middle finger, I gently circle his rim, waking up all those nerve endings he probably never knew he had. Back and forth, round and round, just like I’d do with my tongue, slowly coaxing him to relax for me.
“You’re so sexy,” I murmur, leaning forward and kissing his oiled shoulder. “I’m kind of crazy about you,” I confess, hoping he won’t read more into the words than is safe. I don’t want to scare him away, but my mouth seems to be running away with me.
His hole softens enough that a bit of pressure lets the tip of my finger ease inside. He gasps and clenches, and I press another series of kisses against his back, down his spine, whispering more sweet words I hope he’s too lust drunk to pay much attention to.
Ranger’s inner muscles are tight, his channel hot and silky as I gradually push my finger inside, little by little until I’m knuckle deep.
I take it slow at first, gently stroking my finger in and out, using my thumb to tease the rim of his hole between thrusts. With my free hand, I trail along his back, over his ass, down his thighs, gathering every grunt and gasp he gives me and storing them away to think about later, over and over.
I add a second finger and fuck him faster. I crook my digits in search of his prostate, my cock throbbing when he lets out a sharp gasp and pushes himself back against my fingers. “Oh god, that’s…”
I dig my other fingers into his butt cheek and peg his prostate again and again until he’s a panting and trembling mess.
“Oh fuck. Oh, god. Julian.” Ranger cants his hips helplessly, fucking himself on my fingers, his fists clenched tightly around my bedsheets. A shudder runs through his body, and his inner muscles clamp tightly around my fingers. Another low, long groan falls from his lips, making my cock ache and my balls tighten.
I work my fingers in and out, fucking him through his orgasm until he collapses back onto the bed with a tired sigh.
I hastily unbutton my pants, shove them down just enough to reach one oily hand inside, and pull out my cock. I’m already throbbing desperately, right on the edge after Ranger’s ass pulsed around my fingers.
I ease my fingers out of his now relaxed hole, glistening with oil, and grab his cheek and spread as I fist my cock.
“Ranger…” I gasp his name, and he groans in response. My hand flies over my erection, tugging hard and fast as I imagine how good it would feel to sink inside him and fill him with my cum. “Ungh,” I cry out, my balls tightening and my cock spasming in my grasp.
Hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out, covering Ranger’s hole, landing across