I prop my hand against the mirror next to his head and lean in, my dick brushing his leg. He had his first kiss last night and his second one like thirty seconds ago, but he’s already a hungry little thing for it, tilting his head and parting his lips eagerly. I stop an inch away, studying his face, then pull back a little. “You’re mine now,” I whisper. “And I can make you wait.” When I straighten up, his cheeks have gone bright red. “You’re such a massive shit sandwich,”
