Page 70 of Ghost Ribbon

“Alexei—” he started, voice muffled against the table.

I leaned over him, chest brushing his back, mouth close to his ear.

“Enough studying,” I murmured, voice rough. “I’ve decided I learn better with practical application.”

My hips rolled forward, grinding the hard line of my cock right against the cleft of his ass so he could feel every inch of it through my pants.

“Feel that?” I murmured. “That’s what you do to me, little star. You made me this hard without even trying.”

Marco whimpered, fingers tightening on the edge of the table.

I reached around and undid his pants, dragging the zipper down. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of both his pants and underwear and yanked them down in one motion, baring his ass completely.

I ran both hands over the newly exposed skin. “This ass was made to be bent over and used.”

I rubbed one cheek, palm gliding in circles before I squeezed hard, fingers digging in. I kneaded the flesh, spreading him just enough to see the tight little hole between his cheeks.

“You’re shaking already,” I taunted softly. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

My finger traced down the cleft until it brushed against his hole. Marco flinched forward with a little gasp, trying to pull away from the touch.

My hand came down hard on his ass, a stinging smack that echoed through the room.

“Stay still,” I ordered. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

Marco yelped at the impact, body jolting before he went completely limp over the table.

“Good boy,” I praised darkly, rubbing the red handprint I left behind. “There you go. Just like that. You look so much better when you stop fighting it.”

I dragged my finger back to his hole, rubbing circles around the tight ring without pushing in yet. He was warm and soft there, fluttering under the lightest pressure.

I parted his cheeks with one hand, spreading him open completely. The sight made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

“Such a pretty little hole. So tight. So untouched. I’m going to ruin it.”

I gathered spit in my mouth, leaned down, and let it fall right between his cheeks. It landed directly on his hole and dripped down the cleft.

I watched it slide before I rubbed it in with two fingers, spreading the mess around his entrance. Marco whimpered beneath me as he stayed bent over the table.

Then I pressed the tip of my middle finger against it and slowly pushed inside.

Marco let out a broken sound as his body tried to adjust to the intrusion.

I pushed deeper, sinking my finger in all the way to the knuckle until I was buried inside him. His walls fluttered hot and tight around me.

He grabbed the table harder, body tensing.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“…A bit…”

I hummed. I slowly withdrew my finger until only the tip remained, then pushed back in again, deeper this time, curling it slightly on the way.

He made another noise.

The next time I pulled back, I added a second finger without warning and pushed both inside.

Marco cried out. His whole body jerked forward against the table.