Chapter 5
Taren ran his fingers along Ian’s sides. Completely unprepared for the touch, Ian clenched his fists tight and flinched. There was another light stroke along his thigh and Ian barely had the chance to try to twist into the sensation when there was a slap to his rear before his cock was gripped and his slit assaulted with Taren’s thumb.
Thick, warm lube was drizzled between his ass cheeks and worked around his hole with Taren’s finger. Ian tried to squirm into Taren’s fingertip, but it was gone as quickly as it’d made contact. More touches, some hard, some soft, some sharp slaps, others gentle caresses came without any warning for Ian. He became aware of the fact he was gently swaying. His cock was hard, demanding release. His balls heavy, they hurt even when Taren wasn’t squeezing them.