Ben
S utton bounced into my bedroom ahead of me and crawled across the bed, looking over his shoulder at me as he bent forward onto his elbows and arched his back invitingly. He was objectively beautiful, from his gorgeous, round ass, to his thick muscles and his straight cock, which was swollen and red, but there was something about the pose I didn't like—maybe the fact that it looked practiced, as if he'd done it a hundred times for a hundred other men.
I shook off that thought. It wasn't that I minded that he'd been with other guys, more that I was worried I wouldn't measure up, but the pleading look in his eyes gave me confidence, and I finally stepped forward, running a hand down his spine. He moaned softly, sensitive to every touch after so much teasing.
"Turn over, sweetheart. I want to see your face," I said, squeezing and massaging his ass.
"I don't usually…" He hesitated, then rolled onto his back, grinning up at me. "Fuck it. If I argue, you might decide to make me wait until tomorrow.."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You've been such a patient boy today, Sutton. Mostly." I tossed the apron I'd put on earlier aside and crawled between his legs and leaned in for a kiss. He arched up into me, responsive and ready. "It hardly seems fair to make you wait any longer for your reward."
"Got it. Any time I want to be fucked, I just tongue fuck your ass until you're too horny to control yourself."
His smug expression made me want to kiss him, so I did. "I'm not an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm pretty sure we're supposed to ease you into the multi-day edging. Or possibly get you a cock cage to help you."
Sutton squirmed a little at the mention of a cage, and I pictured him, locked up and waiting for my key. He smiled up at me, green eyes wide with faux-innocence. "It's your decision, . Whatever you think is best. I'm just here to be your fuck hole."
Watching his face, I sat back on my heels, caressing the smooth globes of his ass as I stroked my cock, keeping it hard. Sutton let out a soft moan, pressing back into my touch. I grabbed the base of the plug and gently began to pump it in and out of his stretched hole, watching the way his eyes glazed over, that cheeky grin fading, replaced with a soft gasp. His hole was fluttering and clenching around the toy, showing his desperation to be filled.
"Do you want me to wear a condom?" I asked. "Maybe I should."
"Fuck no," he whispered, then cleared his throat. "I mean, usually I make guys wear one but… I'm on PrEP, and I get tested regularly, so if you would perhaps want to leave me dripping with your cum, I'd be amenable."
Nodding, I took his cock in one hand and pumped the toy with the other, working him until his whole body was shaking, on the brink of orgasm once again. I probably should have worn a condom, but the thought of being inside him bare, of feeling every inch of his body as I took him, was too much of a temptation. I didn't think I'd ever get enough of what Sutton looked like when he was ready to come—the hard shell crumbled away and he became soft, needy, and vulnerable… though still quite cheeky. It felt like a clear glimpse of the real man beneath whatever damage the world had done to him.
I wanted him to be able to be soft like that whenever it suited him, not just when sex broke through his control.
"Oh fuck, ." Sutton gripped the backs of his knees and spread himself wider. "Please, I need you inside me. I can't wait anymore. I have to know what it feels like to have you."
His pleading did more than his flirty teasing. It was honest and sexy, and I couldn't deny him anymore. Sutton was spread out before me like a feast, legs splayed wide, back arched, his pink hole glistening and ready, quivering around the base of the plug.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding with nervous excitement. This was my first time, and I wanted it to be perfect for Sutton. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I reached for a towel from the nightstand.
"Lift your hips, baby," I instructed gently, patting Sutton's hip. "I want to use plenty of lube, and I don't want to worry about the mess."
Sutton complied eagerly, and I slid the towel under his ass. He was gazing up at me with lust-darkened eyes, pupils blown wide, his expression one of pure devotion. He held his muscular legs spread wide, opening himself to me, silently offering his body for my pleasure.
"Please…" Sutton whispered, the single word hanging heavy in the charged air between us.
Sutton's hard, leaking cock lying against his abs, the waxed smoothness of his balls and taint, the welcoming pucker of his hole, stretched around the toy and shiny with lube. I ached to sheath myself inside his tight heat, to claim him, to make him mine. I wanted to be so deep inside him that I didn't know where I ended and he began. Perhaps then he couldn't cast me off on a whim.
I pulled the plug slowly out of him and set it aside. Uncapping the lube, I drizzled some onto my fingers, rubbing them to warm the slick liquid. Sutton shivered as I circled his entrance with a fingertip before carefully pushing inside, making sure that there was still lubrication left from the toy. He was hot and silky, his inner walls gripping me as I began to slowly thrust and twist my fingers, stretching him.
"Mmm, you're so tight," I groaned appreciatively. "I can't believe I get to be inside you, feel you squeezing around me. Force my way in deep."
"Rip me open, ," he whined. "Now."
Adding a second finger, I continued to work Sutton open, curling my fingers to rub over his prostate. Sutton gasped and writhed on the bed, hands fisting the sheets as he fucked himself onto my fingers.
", please, I'm ready," he panted desperately, sweat beading on his skin. "I need your cock. I need you to fill me up. Make me yours. Fill me with your cum."
His needy pleading sent heat flashing through my veins. My own erection throbbed between my legs, the head smearing wetness against my stomach. I couldn't hold back any longer.
My heart pounded wildly as I positioned myself between Sutton's spread thighs, watching the head of my cock nudging against his slick hole. His pucker fluttered, and his hips jolted up towards me.
"Please."
I hesitated for a breathless moment, savoring the anticipation, before beginning to push inside with agonizing slowness.
"Oh fuck," I gasped as the crown popped past Sutton's tight ring of muscle, engulfed in slick, scorching heat. It felt incredible, like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Sutton's velvety walls gripped and fluttered around my sensitive flesh as I sank in deeper, trying to go slow, to make it good for him.
"Yes, , more," Sutton moaned, head tipped back in ecstasy, hands fisting the sheets. "Feels so good, you filling me up."
I hit resistance and waited a minute, then pulled back and thrust in deeper, desperate to force my way into his tight body. He grappled at my ass, yanking on me, trying to pull me all the way inside him. His eyes were desperate and wild, and his cock was twitching against his stomach, bouncing with every move either of us made.
I bottomed out, pelvis flush against Sutton's ass, buried to the hilt inside him. We both groaned at the intensity, the intimacy of being joined so completely. Forcing myself to hold still, I let Sutton adjust to the stretch and fullness. I leaned down to kiss him and sheathed myself deep in his heat. The kiss was more intense, more connected than anything I'd ever experienced. I couldn't get enough. He was like a drug, and when I pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
His green eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure and dark with arousal as they met mine. "Move," he whispered, canting his hips in invitation. "Fuck me, . I need it. Need you."
Permission granted, I drew back until just the tip remained inside, then thrust forward again, starting a slow, deep rhythm. The slide and drag of Sutton's inner walls against my shaft was exquisite, sending sparks of bliss zinging up my spine with every stroke. I'd never felt anything so perfect.
Sutton felt like paradise, like coming home, and I knew in that moment I was in way deeper than I'd thought. This gorgeous, complex man captivated me. I never wanted to stop moving inside him, claiming him, giving him pleasure. His needy cries and breathless moans spurred me on as I began to thrust faster, harder, angling to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
"Oh god, right there!" Sutton keened when I found it, back arching off the bed. "Don't stop, , please don't stop!"
I braced a hand above his head as I shoved him into the mattress and pounded into him, my other hand finding his weeping cock and stroking it in time with my thrusts. Sutton was lost to sensation beneath me, a sheen of sweat on his skin, eyes rolled back in bliss, reduced to wordless sounds of rapture. He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
There was no way I could hold on for long. I'd never experienced anything this intense, and it was an unstoppable force driving me towards orgasm. I let go of his cock and gripped his ass, my thrusts growing rougher, unrestrained.
"Sutton, I'm close," I gritted out, rhythm faltering as I neared the edge. The coil of impending release tightened in my core, balls drawing up. "I'm gonna…"
"Yes, come inside me," Sutton urged breathlessly, clenching around me. "Fill me up, . I want to feel you let go."
A few more erratic thrusts and I was coming undone, spilling deep inside Sutton's welcoming body with a hoarse cry. Sutton followed me over the edge, his untouched cock pulsing as ropes of pearly fluid painted his abs. We shook and shuddered through the intense wave of pleasure together, lost in mutual bliss.
Spent, I collapsed on top of Sutton, heedless of the sticky mess. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as we caught our breath.
When I heard his shuddering sigh, I lifted my head, frowning. "Did I hurt you?"
"I'm not crying," he muttered, rolling his eyes, which were glassy with unshed tears. "And no, you didn't hurt me, you asshole. That was…" He sniffled, the tears pooling and running down his cheeks. "I didn't know it could be like that. You feel like part of me, like you belong there. And I can't fucking have that, can I?"
Smiling, I leaned in and kissed him roughly, my heart breaking for whatever he was going through. My softening cock was still inside him, and I relished that connection as we devoured each other, the kiss communicating things neither of us could say. I tasted the salt of his tears, and I let him cry, encouraged him to cling to me and kiss me, knowing deep down I would move mountains to keep him in my bed, in my home.
Sutton Holm was mine, and I'd never felt more sure of anything. Now all I needed to do was convince him.
I should have been worried I'd fallen into exactly the same trap Parker had. But kissing him like this, I couldn't bring myself to care.