Building up all the courage I could, I tried to stutter, and failed. "S-so, how about that h-hand?" I asked. He smirked wider, reaching back to kick the bathroom door
closed with his foot, and pulling my waist towards him. He rubbed his hands up my sides, inside of
my shirt, then back down to my hips. His grip was tight, dominant, and I was extremely turned on. Using his hands he slid them down my hips, and under my jeans slightly, pushing my boxers lower. Still griping tightly, he stroked my 'V' line bones with his thumbs, gettings harder and harder, then slow again, building until it
was unbearable. By the fifth time he did it, I whimpered, feeling like the submissive, and just wanted him to grasp me in his hands tight, squeezing me. To take control.
But he continued doing it, still grinding his thumb into my bone as hard as he could,
going back to slow, and starting up again. Only now, he was sucking on my neck,