Page 133 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Please?” Tom kept stroking him, flicking out his tongue to tease around the head of his cock. “I have been so good.”

“Mmm, you have,” Cypress mused, “but it’s not your mouth I want.” He reached for Tom’s arm, helping him stand up and promptly bending him over the sink.

Tom found himself faced with his own reflection, and his skin was blotchy and red from the hot shower. His hair was a mess, definitely in need of a comb, and he tried to look away.

“Ah ah,” Cypress tutted as he pulled Tom’s towel away. He rubbed his hips, his fat cock nestled between Tom’s cheeks as he said, “Don’t do that. Keep your eyes on you. We’re going to work on your affirmations.”

“Right now?” Tom’s dick was hard, pressing into the edge of the bathroom counter and in urgent need of attention.

“Right now,” Cypress confirmed, his fingers wet with the coconut oil as he started to rub around Tom’s ass. “I think I’ve been too easy on you. We both know you haven’t been saying them.”

“No, no, I haven’t.” Tom closed his eyes briefly. “I haven’t said them all week.”

“Sounds like you need to be punished again, doesn’t it? Do you think you can handle that?”

“Yes,” Tom insisted. “I want you to spank me right now, please. I need you.”

“No. I’m going to open you up on my cock, nice and slow.” Cypress steadily pushed a finger inside of Tom. “I’m going to fuck you, and while I do, I want you to say your affirmations to yourself in the mirror.”

“What?” Tom groaned, gasping as Cypress’s finger twisted. “R-right now?”

“Repeat after me,” Cypress said firmly, withdrawing his finger and rubbing more oil over his cock before pushing the head up against Tom’s slick hole. “I am beautiful.”

Tom couldn’t stand to look at the mirror, turning away and breathing through the first taste of pressure as Cypress’s thick cock began to push in. “I am… beautiful.” He yelped when Cypress grabbed his hair and jerked his head up.

“Come on now,” Cypress taunted, arching his hips forward and letting his cock slowly slide deeper. “Look at yourself. Right now, right now as I’m opening you up. Look at yourself, Tom.”

Tom’s eyes fluttered open, and he found his reflection flushed and uncertain. Cypress’s cock was so goddamn thick, and the pressure of being forced open like this was making him ache. He was wet from the oil, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the intense stretch.

But fuck…

He liked it.

He could see Cypress in the mirror, too, and the lusty way he was staring at Tom—his eyes glassy and lips parted in a perfectly seductive pout—made him shiver. There, yes, in that perfect moment of Cypress looking at him like he’d hung all the stars in the sky as his cock pushed inside of him, he felt absolutely gorgeous.

“I am beautiful,” he said, taking a shaking breath as he stared at himself in the mirror. “I am so beautiful. Mmm, fuck—” Cypress shoved all the way in. “—I am so fucking beautiful.”

“Yes, you are,” Cypress praised, pulling out and taking his time as he slammed back in, clearly enjoying the resistance as Tom’s tight asshole struggled to accept him. “Now, come on, baby… I am worthy.”

“I am worthy,” Tom hissed, his lips drawn in a perfect circle as a deep moan erupted from low in his throat when Cypress started to fuck him.

“Yes,” Cypress hissed, the force of his thrusts slamming Tom into the sink. “So fuckin’ worthy. Go on, come on, you’re brave.”

“I’m brave,” Tom whimpered, bracing himself on the edge of the counter. He was so full, it was all happening so fast, and he started chanting nonsense, “I’m so brave, fuck, I’m so goddamn brave. Fuck, fuck, I can be so fuckin’ brave.”

Cypress growled, pounding into Tom and sure to come at any second by the way he was panting so erratically. He gave Tom’s hair another hard jerk, pulling him back against his body and thrusting up into him.

Tom screamed, swearing his toes had left the ground. Cypress’s arm whipping around his waist was the only thing supporting him, and he was totally helpless as he got brutally fucked.

“Go on,” Cypress hissed in his ear. “Come for me. Come on, baby. I want you to watch yourself come. You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you give it up for me…”

Whimpering, Tom braced himself against Cypress’s forearm and grabbed his dick, frantically jerking off. He couldn’t stop, his eyes locked with his own in the mirror. He couldn’t believe how red his cheeks were or the way his jaw hung open as he struggled to breathe.

There, right as he felt the thundering roar building up in his ears and behind his eyes before he came, his entire face melted into an expression of pure bliss. He looked like he was about to cry, moaning as his cock splashed over his pumping hand. Now he was tired, totally drained, but fuck if he didn’t look really happy.

With a snarl and a bite on Tom’s shoulder, Cypress finished in a series of ferocious slams. He gently let Tom fall against the counter, crowding against his back as he mumbled, “Mm. Not that I’m complaining because I’m very proud you finished your affirmations, but fuck, I am gonna be so late.”

Tom laughed out loud, groaning as Cypress pulled out and left him empty. He reached back to touch himself, unable to resist feeling around his hole. He had to slip a finger in and savor the dull ache, absolutely loving how wet and open he was. “Mm, well, maybe we’ll just need to get up earlier.”