Mine

Chapter Twenty

CHAPTER TWENTY

Marshall

I follow Jay into the shower. He stands beneath the spray, and I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck.

“Your Sir is so proud of you. I know that was hard and embarrassing for you, but you did it.” I slide my hand down his body, wrap it around his shaft, and stroke.

“Oh God.” He melts against me, body trembling. I run my hand up and down his cock a couple of times before letting go and smacking his erection. My boy hisses in pain, the sound music to both our ears.

Reaching in front of him, I grab the sponge and soap and step back.

“Please touch me,” he begs, the gentlest whimper in his voice.

“I’ll make you come soon. Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

I pull him out from under the water and run the soapy sponge all over his body—back, thighs, ass, between his cheeks. Jay reaches out, bracing his hand against the wall, when I run the sponge over his hole.

“Look at you. My slutty boy loves his hole being touched. You live for it, don’t you? Would be satisfied with cock in your ass all day every day.”

“Yes. Your cock, Sir.”

“Only mine.” I wash the front of him too, then turn off the water.

When we get out, I dry him off, wanting to take care of him after the gift he gave me earlier, then hand him a towel so my boy can do the same for me.

“Go kneel beside the bed,” I instruct.

“Yes, Sir.” He nearly runs out of the bathroom, making my lips pull into a smile. He has me feeling things I’d never expected. I want him every moment of every day, and if he’ll allow me, I’ll have him. I have to remind myself that he’s young, that he deserves to experience more and figure out what he wants, but the possessive part of me wants to tie him to my bed and never let him go.

I walk into my room, and there he is, on his knees for me like I asked. He’s hard. It doesn’t take much to get him that way, which is something else that makes me smile.

I don’t stop moving until I’m standing in front of him. “Lower… Kiss my feet.”

He grins, clearly pleased with the command.

Jay bends beautifully, ass in the air, pressing his lips to the top of my left foot.

“Again. Kiss it all over, then the other one. Use your tongue too. You can be my little puppy for a minute. Show me how excited you are to see me.”

His wet tongue laps at the top of my foot. He alternates between kisses and licks, not leaving any skin untouched, even sucking my big toe into his mouth, which I feel in my balls.

“Good boy,” I tell him when he’s done cleaning me with his tongue. “Now work your way up. Worship me. I promised you my cock, but I also want you to earn it.”

“I will, Sir! I’ll earn it from you.”

I have to bite down on my cheek, wanting to throw him on the bed and take him right now, but I force myself to be patient as he works his way up my shin, to my knee, up my thigh, and then treats the other leg to the same pleasure.

When he’s finished, Jay pushes his nose into my balls and pulls in deep breaths.

“I wish you hadn’t showered, Sir.”

“Next time I won’t. Lick them, take them into your mouth. I want to see you stuffed with my nuts.”

He laps at them first, then stretches wide, trying to fit them both inside. My dick twitches in response at seeing this pretty man on his knees, worshipping my balls like they bring him all the happiness in the world.

“Good boy.” I tangle my hand in his hair and tug, watch him wince, but he doesn’t pull back, doesn’t let me go. “Open.” I smack his cheek softly this time, and he stops sucking on my nuts. I aim my cock at his mouth and thrust forward. He instantly gags as I fuck into his face, treating it like it’s his ass. “Such a good hole for me. Letting me fuck your pretty face and make you cry. Seeing you with tears for me is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

His nails dig into my thighs as he gags and chokes on my dick, his eyes saying more, more, more .

I ease out and smack him across the face, see his dick jerk in response. I grab his hair again and tilt his head back so he’s looking up at me.

“Open,” I order again, and he does without hesitation. Bending forward, I get close to his mouth, then spit inside. Jay’s eyes roll back in pleasure, a soft plea pulling from his throat. “Swallow, then open again.” He does, and I spit in his mouth again, then push my fingers inside, fucking him with two of them and watching him eagerly gag for those too.

“Jesus, you are the most perfect boy I’ve ever had.” Jerking my fingers out, I push him closer to me so I can rub my balls all over his face. He’s a mess of tears and saliva, my nuts spreading it around even more.

“Thank you…thank you, Sir,” he mumbles, blissed out and lost in the sex.

I lift him to his feet and crash our mouths together, feel his smaller body against mine, cupping his ass and then spanking it while I take his mouth with my tongue. I’ve never been much of a kisser, but I enjoy kissing him, tasting his tears and his unique flavor and losing myself to him.

He rubs his needy body against me. My fingers slip between his ass cheeks, seeking out his hole. Jay spreads his legs as I rub his rim and push the tip of a dry finger in despite the tightness.

I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand, then lead him toward the sliding glass doors of my balcony. It faces the woods, but there are walking trails back here too.

“First, I’m going to eat this tight little ass of yours, and then I’m going to fuck it, right here where anyone walking by can see. They’ll look up and know I own you. That you’re my sub, my boy, willing to spread your ass for me anywhere.”

“I am, Sir…anywhere. I want you so much…all the time. You make me feel like I can fly.”

A wave of pleasure runs the length of me, hearing his words and knowing he makes me feel the same. “You give me that too.” I bite the spot where his shoulder meets his neck, and Jay calls out my name.

Dropping to my knees behind him, I give my boy a little space to bend forward.

“Spread them for me… Open up that pretty ass and show me my hole.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s your hole.” He opens his legs, using his hands to spread his cheeks, showing me the tight, pink pucker between them.

My mouth waters seeing it. Everything about him feels ramped up, bigger and stronger than it should. “Ask me.”

“Will you eat my ass, Sir?”

Instead, I smack his butt and watch the shiver run through him. “You’re so fucking responsive to anything I do to you. Ask me again.”

“Please eat my ass. I need it so much. I want your tongue and then your cock. I would do anything for it.”

I swat it again and then dive in, licking and probing his tight ring of muscle. I taste soap on his skin. My dick throbs at the taste of him and the needy, hungry sounds spilling from his mouth like a full glass that’s been tipped over.

“Marshall…thank you…yes…it’s so good, Sir. Please push your tongue inside me.”

Is there anything I wouldn’t give this boy? I don’t think there is. It’s not like I don’t want to eat him out, but even if I didn’t, there is no way I could deny him. I want to give him everything.

I continue to soften him up, then work to push my tongue inside him. Jay pushes back against me, riding my face like he’s in the damn rodeo, my name on his lips. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

His hole squeezes my tongue while I fuck him with it. Reaching around his body, I grab his cock and stroke, only to let go and smack it a few times. When I do, Jay pushes harder against me. Precum leaks down his shaft, slicking the way for me to stroke him easier.

“Please, Sir. Can I have more?”

“More of this?” I ask, smacking his cock again. “Or more of this?” I bury my face in his ass again, eating him like he’s my last meal.

“Both…all of it…everything. Just you.”

My dick spasms, his words fueling my hunger for him. He’s not the only one who wants more. Suddenly, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside him soon.

I grab the lube from the floor, then push to my feet. After slicking my fingers, I set the bottle on a table beside us and push two fingers into him.

“Fuck!” Jay cries out.

“Look at my good little slut. Always hungry for his Sir’s cock.” Before he can reply, I use my other hand to push two fingers into his mouth. Jay drops his head back against my shoulder, taking it at both ends, being fucked by nothing but my hands and loving every second of it. “Why can’t I get enough of you?” I ask, then lick the salty tears from his face. He gags for me, cries harder in that way that says he’s overtaken with emotion, deep into this moment and the control he blesses me with.

“You’re mine now, sweet boy.” I slide them out, then push my fingers into his ass again. “I can’t wait to figure out all the ways to make you unravel, all the ways you’ll give yourself to me.”

Jay gasps when I pull my fingers out of his mouth, and then when I leave his ass empty, he begs, “Put them back in!” With one arm still around him, I smack him for not asking nicely. “Please, Sir. Put them back in.”

“But then you won’t get my dick.”

I slick myself up and then slam into him in one swift movement. We shudder together, the tight heat of him nearly making me lose control. Why did I wait to do this? To have him this way?

I press Jay’s face against the glass, his hands already against it, then pull back and snap my hips forward again.

“Oh my God.” His eyes roll back, which makes pride shoot through my veins.

I do it again, pull back and then piston into him over and over again. “Do you think anyone will walk by and see my little slut giving himself to me?” I ask while I fuck him.

“I…hope…so. Want everyone…to know…I belong to you.”

My cock twitches inside him, balls already close to spilling.

“Such a good little hole. You make Sir so happy. The perfect place to put my cock every day.”

“Yes…yours…your dick belongs inside me.”

“Look,” I say when I see someone on the trail. They’re speed-walking, not looking our direction. Still, I add, “They know you’re my slut. They know I’m your Sir and that you would do anything for me, that you would bend over and give me your ass anywhere I want it.”

“I would…” He agrees as I rail him.

“I’m going to want you all the time. You’re such a good hole…a good boy. My sweet little sub. I love giving you what you need.” I love that he trembles, melts under my praise and sweet words as much as he does the harsher, more humiliating ones.

I spit in my hand, slow my thrusts, then wrap my fist around his leaking cock and stroke him.

“Your balls are so full for me…you made all that cum just for me. I have a load in my balls I made special for you too. Going to fill up that pretty ass of yours…mark your insides so you smell like me. But not until you lose control. Come for me, sweet boy. Show me all that delicious spunk you made for me. Come.”

“Sir!” he shouts, his hole tightening on my cock, dick twitching in my hand as thick, white ribbons shoot from him and land on the glass. It pulls my orgasm from my balls, my eyes rolling back, body fighting off tremors while I spasm and spill inside him.

Jay collapses back against me, limbs giving out. I hold him up as I whisper soft words in his ear. “So good. You were perfect for me. Your Sir is so proud of you.”

He smiles, looking sex drunk. I lift my hand to his mouth, and he immediately begins sucking my fingers, licking all his cum off them.

“Bend down for me…lick the rest of it off the glass. You have to clean up your mess, and then I’ll take you to bed.”

“Yes, Sir. Anything for you.”

I help him lower slowly, his limbs weak. I kneel beside Jay while he hungrily slurps and laps at his load on my window.

“Good boy.” I pet his head, and when he’s all finished, I help him to the bed. “I’ll get a wet washcloth.”

“No. Please…don’t go.” His hold on me tightens, and my desire to care for him, to protect him and give him what he needs, roars inside me.

“Okay, let’s lie down.”

We climb in together, Jay clinging to me as if his life depends on it. I’m on my back, him half on top of me, arm and leg thrown over me. “Shh,” I whisper into his hair.

“I was good for you?” he asks, clearly needing to hear it again.

“The best. You’ve made me so happy.”

I feel him smile, even though I can’t see it. “Thank you, Sir. So sleepy.”

“Go to sleep.” I tickle my fingers up and down his back, his ass. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“I know,” Jay replies softly, and a moment later, he’s gone to the world.

I lie awake, losing myself in how much I want him, but drowning in what I know it will cost me to keep him.