It's easy now, and I can concentrate on working him open instead of how not to hurt him, working him with my mouth on his cock and my fingers up inside, two at first, then three. But it's hard to focus on anything, when what I really want to do is watch, the way he's spread open, the way he's sprawled across the mattress, the desperate rise and fall of his chest... All of it.

I can't remember the last time it felt like this, just looking at someone. I can't remember feeling this fuckin'... hypnotized by anyone, which is fuckin' stupid, but it's really the only way I can describe it.

"Jesus," I gasp when I pull away from his dick, sitting back on my haunches and reaching for the condom.