A rose to grind

-42-

What?

I felt myself turning rigid, like stone. Taking Etienne's words into consideration, that was a lenient bargain. The Etienne I knew of wouldn't have hosted patience quite like this, and would've jumped my bones before I could even register a no. However...

"A sly move," I commented, with a huff of disbelief.

"I know you're already calling me a sleazy bastard. Why don't you say it out loud? I've got a penchant for you verbally mistreating me.." Etienne trailed off, placing a chaste, virgin-like kiss on the base of my collarbones, slowly making wisteria-shaped spots all over the unblemished skin of my clavicles like an artist desperately throwing paint onto an empty canvas.

Every where his lips grazed over, it felt like he was injecting electric sparks into my veins, making my body quiver partially, although to my displeasure, because I seemed to be acting like a fair maiden in her first intercourse. Perhaps, it was really because of the copious drugs administered to me in large dosages, my body couldn't stop itself from trembling. 

I even found myself opening my mouth slightly ajar, taking in deep, sharp and intermittent breaths.

"You're a foxy bastard," I cursed, suddenly overcome with the urge to push him away.

Before I could even lift my arm in preparation for that action, as though he gained foresight, Etienne quickly intertwined my twitching hand with his slender ones. A rather intimate pose, where I could even feel his heartbeat at the tips of his fingers.. or it could've been my own that was being transferred over the delicate membrane of skin.

At the sound of my less-than-respectful label of him, I could feel Etienne's sharp intake of air, from the coldness that suddenly graced my collarbones, then the furious nip of his teeth, causing me to wince. He continued to steadily ground his boner into the hole of my stomach, as though it were a viable substitute, as though he could impatiently insert into any available hole of mine. Still, the sensation of a large and hot tool poking into the sensitive pit of the navel was a ticklish, invasive feeling, naturally putting anyone at unrest, including me.

"Stop it." I grunted out disapprovingly.

"I'm giving you a good offer. The years without you, you don't care about how I've been living, right? I've been a good boy who's quietly lusted over you without complaint. The least you can do is give me a peek into your hole which I've missed so much."

"How the fuck am I supposed to give you a peek..!" My breath hitched as all of a sudden, Etienne rudely shoved his hand down the barrel of my trousers, which was considerably loosened from all the fumbling, with the zipper flayed down to the root and my unexcited meat flopped against my inner thigh.

Etienne's wet fingers hastily stuffed themself into my already slightly agape hole, loose enough to accept two fingers immediately. My hole, which hadn't experienced any action since my entrapment, greedily welcomed the double digits inside of it. I could barely make a sound from shame alone. That my body was really so desperate for any action that it graciously opened itself up like welcoming an expected diplomat.

"Seems like Jacklin's dirty cock hadn't touched this place at all." Etienne remarked, with a hint of victory flowing through his voice.

"What, did you think I lied to you?" I hissed out. My distaste stemmed not only from the thought that Etienne didn't believe my word, but because he was truly an expert at moving his fingers, in a way not even a star performer could compete at.

Compared to the intimate encounter I've had with him in the past, his skills had grown so exponentially. No longer was he awkwardly fumbling with his hands, unsure of which areas to touch, but now every touch laced with ease, as though this was a motion he performed tirelessly, and an unpleasant thought arose. He might've done the same for a variety of other people. That conjecture was completely believable. Though his innermost personality left much to be desired, Etienne's looks overshadowed any terrible quality he had.