He makes a sound that's closer to a muffled growl than a groan. He presses in with his tongue. One hand drops from Tom's hip and reaches between his spread legs, cupping his balls and weighing them briefly before moving on to stroke clumsily at his dick. Not enough to let him come. Enough, he hopes, to make the pleasure overtake everything else.

He's about to be cruel, he thinks. Maybe very much so.

"You like this?" he gasps, pulling back and licking his swollen lips as his hand gropes and jerks. "Tell me. Tell me, you little bitch."