His dusky-colored nipples were pierced with black bars. I’d been hoping they were and was glad to see that was the case. All he needed now was matching bars through his cock and lining his taint.

“You’re still dressed,” Tex pointed out.

“Good observation skills. You should be a detective,” I said.

Tex flinched but quickly covered it up as he moved closer to me. So adorable.

“Turn around,” I said.

Tex rolled his eyes, but his cock jumped at my command. He turned around, and I took in every detail, mapping it all to memory.

What the fuck is that?

A poorly drawn duck with a cowboy hat on holding a gun was tattooed on his right ass cheek.

“You like it?” Tex asked with a smirk.

“Hardly.”

He laughed. “I can tell by your face.” Tex shrugged. “I was fifteen, and my friend was an aspiring tattoo artist. You know how it is. Reckless teens.”

“Not at all.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor in front of me. “Hands and knees.”

Tex’s mouth fell open, and I waited him out. He shook his head, seemingly making up his mind as he sauntered over.Tex lowered himself in front of me, his gaze unwavering as he got on his hands and knees.

“Turn around.”

I was once again faced with that horrid tattoo, but the rest of Tax made up for it. The knife hidden under my pant leg was sharp enough to skin the blemish off in one swipe. It would be nothing more than a small nick.

I rolled my shoulders back as I forced the thought to the furthest part of my mind, focusing on Tex for now. I coated my fingers in lube, pressed one against his hole and worked it in. “Stay still,” I warned as Tex tried to take more of my finger into his hot body.

A visible shudder wrecked Tex’s body. “You’re gentler than I thought.”

“I don’t like breaking my toys too fast.”

“Wha—” Tex’s words were cut off as I added another finger stretching him. I spread them, opening his hole and pulling a deep groan from him.

He squirmed, his hole clenching down on my fingers as he tried his hardest not to thrust his hips back. My fingers danced over his prostate, steadily applying pressure in a pattern until the muscles in his back tensed. I changed it up before he could cum.

Sweat rolled down his spine, making his naturally pale flesh glisten under the lights. I eased my fingers back. His hole clenched around them, begging for me to stay, but nothing came out of Tex’s mouth.

Can’t have that. I wanted to hear him beg, to break under me.

I teased his prostate again and lightly stroked his cock, not enough to truly stimulate him. A growl emitted from Tex as his shoulder blades bunched. He seemed quite irritated with me.

Toying with his body, I worked Tex up once more. His cock was hard between his thighs, begging for more than the light caresses.