Cassian's POV
I had Noah exactly where I wanted him.
He was bent over the edge of the bed, chest pressed to the mattress, ass up and presented to me like an offering.
The white nurse top was gathered up and the red fishnets ripped open at the crotch so his hole was completely exposed, puffy, shiny, and still twitching from everything I'd already done to him.
It seemed the alcohol had made him loose and desperate, but it was the look in his eyes when he glanced back at me that did something dangerous to my chest.
I stood behind him, cock heavy and slick in my hand, and rubbed the head slowly up and down his slit.
His hole twitched open every time I teased it, greedy and empty, a thin string of lube and my spit stretching between us.
I could see everything in the mirror across the room, the way his back arched, the way his thighs trembled in the torn fishnets, the way his cock hung low while leaking between his legs.
