Chapter 21
Rivi
Ispread my legs for Daddy. My cock jutted up. Daddy’s fingers were all slippery with sweet-scented oil. He ran them over my balls, then further down until they slid between my cheeks.
My ass was his. I knew it from the moment of our first kiss. But I’d done very little ass play to myself in my life, and never with another person.
“Tell me how it feels.”
We’d been making love again, and then again. I’d already come twice, Briar once in my hands. Briar was hard now but holding out on me.
“It’s nice, Daddy.”
“I want you to tell me in words that are more descriptive than ‘nice’.”
“I don’t know.” I could barely catch my breath with him. “Your fingers tickle and tingle.”
“In a good way?” He slid them over my hole, forefinger catching the rim.
“A good way.”
Suddenly, one fingertip slipped just inside. I let out a small peep.
“Slow now. We’re going slow,” he said.
He’d been going slowly with me all night. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Spread those pretty thighs as much as you can.”
I strained to obey, to show him everything.
“Good boy.”
His finger slipped in and out. Every time it did that it went deeper, wiggling. Without warning, it rubbed over something that made my hips jerk up. I cried out.
“Got it.” Briar grinned at me.
“That made electricity shoot through me.”
“That’s the secret spot. The prostate.”
“I’ve never touched my prostate before.”
“Now you have had it touched. By someone who cares. Nice?”
I stuck out my chin. “Much much more than nice.”
“Good.” Briar took his finger out. “I want to try something if you’re up to it.”
“What?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
After our first lovemaking session, he had brought some things to bed in a towel. Oil. And other stuff I couldn’t see. He held up a wand-shaped object. “This is magic.”
“What is it?”
“I slip this inside you. It’s a massager.”
“If you touch that spot again, I’ll explode, Daddy.”
“That’s the point, isn’t it?”
Right now, everything was the point. Any touch from him. Kisses. Strokes. All his attention.
“Okay, but if it hurts, I can say stop?”
“Always.”
He oiled up the thin wand. It was long, but not as thick as his finger. It had a soft rubbery knob on the end, no doubt there to rub that spot inside me.
“Spread for me, little Pan. Bend your knees back.”
I drew my legs up and grabbed my thighs. Now I felt my hole open more. Briar had massaged it enough to relax the rim. It was such a new feeling. I wanted more touches.
Briar stroked my cheeks, then spread them one-handed. Something pressed against my hole. That rounded tip. With a little pressure, it popped inside my oiled opening. Slowly, it moved inside me, inch by inch, until it touched that spot.
I sighed out a long breath. “Daddy….”
“Good boy.” Briar moved it back and forth.
It was like being spread out even more, and the feeling filled me up and sent my blood rushing.
“Now, don’t be alarmed. Just relax.”
Alarmed? I lifted my head when the in-out motion stopped. I heard a little click. The vibration started deep inside. For a moment, I froze. Then I squeaked loudly, and my vision turned white. All rational thought left me.
The wand was magic. It pulsed against my prostate sweetly. So sweet.
I gasped for air. My hands flew up, waving above me. My feet fell onto the mattress as I thrust my hips up, my cock bobbing wildly.
“Daddy, Daddy.” Tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes. They didn’t sting. They were warm and wonderful.
My eyes closed, then opened wide. My head tossed on the pillow. My balls crawled, then tightened as my cock shot my orgasm in a high arc.
I tried to hold back my screams. They turned into frantic moaning.
The vibrating wand moved, and I shot again.
“Such a good boy.” Briar’s voice seemed faraway.
A hand grabbed my erection, milking up. I couldn’t contain myself and more liquid shot out.
I watched as Briar bent and caught some of it on his mouth as he lowered to take the head of my cock between his lips.
He licked lightly. Sucked softly. I didn’t need more than that to keep going deeper into my orgasm, and my arms went limp as my balls let go of everything they had.
Finally, I had to beg him to stop, which he did, turning off the wand and slowly pulling it out.
“That, my love, was just the first setting.”
I couldn’t respond. I could only lie there like a drained husk.
After a minute, Briar wiped me down and brought me some cold water. “Drink.”
I gulped at it before I realized it was in a baby bottle. I sucked the fresh liquid inside me through the nipple. It was like I’d gone inside a dream and latched on, never wanting to leave.
“I love the bottle.”
“I thought you might. But you don’t have to use it unless you want to.”
“I want to.”
Briar had promised to spoil me. Well, mission accomplished. Now I would beg for ass-play the rest of my life. One time would not be enough to hold me.
When would I get to experience Briar himself inside me? I didn’t know. But I had that to look forward to. I hoped. Fingers crossed. He wanted me. As he held me in his arms while I recovered, his big cock poked into my side.
I must have dozed off in his arms. When my senses returned, his cock still poked. Kisses were being planted all over my face and head.
I wiggled, trying to sit up. I wanted to face him. I wanted to touch him.
“There you are,” he said, placing a quick kiss on my lips.
“Yes. I went far. That was the biggest orgasm of my life.”
Briar chuckled. “Wonderful.”
“Daddy, I want to play with you, too.”
“Boys come first. Always.”
“I did. A lot.”
“You sure did.”
“I like playing with you, Daddy.”
“I like playing with you.”
I reached between us until my palm rested on his hardness. “It’s big. I want to feel it.” I pressed my palm against him.
“Ah.” He fell back onto the sheets, giving me more access.
I saw the oil at the edge of the bed and grabbed it. I spread some onto my hands and then touched him all over, squeezing, stroking, milking.
He was so pretty, with thick blue veins and a bubble tip that turned purple the more I played. I licked it, wondering if someday I might train my mouth to take that stiff cock all the way down my throat. For now, I could lick and suckle the head. He groaned when I did that.
I had to use both hands on him. I learned a rhythm and kept it up.
“Sweet boy, I’m about to unload,” he warned.
I sucked down as far as I could get the head into my mouth and used my small hands to milk upward.
He spurted into my mouth with loud groans. When he was finished, I ran my hands up and down the insides of his thighs, admiring his cock all tumescent and wet against his lower stomach, pleased with my accomplishment.
I crawled between his legs and lay on top of him, cock to cock, and kissed his chin.
He stroked up my back. “How did I get so lucky?”
We slept late the next morning, missing breakfast.
Neither of us cared.