Dom #5
“I mean, generally I see a guy, and I’m not like ‘damn, that man is fine,’“ I admitted. “I don’t really get turned on by seeing a guy bend over when he’s got a nice ass in the same way I would a woman.
But I can definitely tell you I’m not as weird and wishy-washy about things as I was back then.
Because I definitely just saw a bit of your stomach and I was distracted from the serious, adult conversation we were having. ”
“I see, so the idea of my naked body is attractive to you, but not just because you can stick your dick in it.”
“Wow! Is that how you saw it back then?”
“Definitely felt like that at times.”
“Well, I’ve had my dick inside you twice in one day, and I can definitely say it was fun,” I said, pacing toward him, hooking my arm around his waist, and swinging him around.
“But I can also say that you are attractive to me. You could bend over right now, and I would definitely be staring at your ass. You could lick your lips, and I’d be having thoughts.
Not really sure if that’s all that different from what you were worried about when you were younger, but—”
“It probably doesn’t sound a whole lot different, but it feels different,” he said, looking up at me as if analyzing everything we’d just said and what he was feeling. “And I can definitely feel something else going on right now.”
“Ah, well, you see,” I told him as I picked him up and set him on the table this time, laughing when he gave me a dirty look for doing it twice. “I know life has been weird for you and all, but that’s called a penis. Most people like to call it a dick, and when they’re feeling spicy, a cock.”
“You are...insufferable sometimes,” he said with a shake of his head. “I suppose it was too much to ask that you might have grown up a little now you’re in your thirties.”
“I’ll grow old, but I refuse to grow up,” I said as I reached up the leg of his shorts and made a soft noise of affirmation when I found his cock, wrapping my fingers around it. “Hmm, freeballing when doing business with your young personal assistant? Kinky.”
“I wouldn’t sleep with him if my life depended on it,” he said. “And quit talking about him while you’re groping me, it makes it...weird.”
“You say that, but I’d put down good money that you suddenly just became interested in the fact that I’m shirtless,” I said with a grin.
“Honestly, it’s been difficult to focus the entire time we’ve been talking because you’ve been walking around looking like a goddamn jeans model.
Did you have to wear the type that hangs so low I can see your pubic hair?
” he asked, and while he was trying to sound grumpy, his dick was getting hard in my hand quickly, betraying him.
“Me? I think you enjoyed those little peeks,” I told him with a snort as I began stroking him. “Just like I’m sure you’ll enjoy it when you realize I’ve been touching your dick without hesitating in the slightest.”
“Perhaps,” he said, and while he was trying not to give in, I could see he was losing the battle.
“Uh-huh,” I said to show I didn’t believe his attempt for a second, as I pulled the string to his shorts to loosen them before pulling my hand out of his shorts to yank them down.
The shirt could be removed later, but for now, I yanked his shorts off and tossed them into the living room so he was left naked from the waist down.
Bending down, I sank my teeth into his inner thigh with more force than I would have dared to use on his neck and shoulders, making him groan as I stroked his hips.
Nuzzling against his thighs, I stared up at him as I gripped the base of his dick and brought it toward me, wrapping my lips around it without warning.
I had no delusions that I was going to be able to match what he had done last night; my skills in the oral department were more honed for the fairer sex.
But I could see the way his eyes widened as he watched me do it without hesitation, not needing to build up to it like I had all those years ago.
It was funny because I already knew I’d gotten over that weird hurdle about not wanting to do things that were ‘too gay,’ but he was going to keep experiencing it until he adjusted to it.
Even if I did still have a lingering feeling about that, I would have been able to get over it real quick from the way he groaned as I sucked the head of his dick, sheer excitement and pleasure suddenly taking over on his face.
Considering our earlier conversation, I bet not many people, other than me, got to see him give in to those feelings.
In fact, probably all his other partners had seen a more reserved version of the man sprawled out on his dining room table, holding himself up on his elbows as he watched me suck him off.
“Oh, the things I would have given once upon a time to see that happening right in front of me,” he groaned as I tried to take more of him in my mouth.
Sure, he wasn’t quite as large as me, but neither was I anywhere near as skilled as him, so I wasn’t going to go too deep unless I wanted to risk bringing the coffee back up, which neither of us wanted. “You look...fantastic like this, Dom.”
The compliment went straight to my core, and I forgot my limits a little as I surged forward to take him even further down my throat.
His hand closed into my hair and gripped tight as I sucked him down.
It had been ages since I’d done something like this, especially since the last time I’d been with a guy who wasn’t Levi; it had been a quick thing with a cute reporter who was obvious about how anxious he was to get me alone.
He’d succeeded, and I was impressed that he had come prepared when I led him into the empty locker room and bent him over a bench.
With Levi, though, I was going to savor every moment and see just how far I could push my limits while I made sure he made all those wonderful noises.
It wasn’t just the noises that were doing it for me; it was the fact that he was losing his self-control because of me, not just because of what I was doing but because of who I was to him.
It was a trust I’d never had with anyone else, and had never really looked for. Now I knew why.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I pulled off to run my tongue down the underside of his shaft to his balls. “C-careful.”
I remembered how sensitive his balls were, and I was careful as I continued pumping his dick with my hand while I bathed him with my tongue.
Boldness filled me, and I didn’t think twice before grabbing one of his legs, kneeling, and pulling him closer.
It was something I’d never dreamed of doing when we were younger, and I’d never had any interest in doing it with anyone else, man or woman, but I was willing to give it a shot now because. ..well, it was Levi.
“Oh shit,” he hissed when my tongue pushed between his cheeks to his hole.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped when I felt the muscles of his ass flex around my tongue, as if welcoming me.
Or just because his whole body tensed when I did it, and he was caught off guard by my boldness.
“God, Dom I...you’d better be ready to follow through on that. ”
I had a good idea what he meant, but that meant one of us making a trip to the bedroom, and right now I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Honestly, the taste wasn’t all that weird, different, but not horrible.
That and he was making those whining noises, and it was obvious that as much as he had enjoyed the head I’d given him, he enjoyed his ass being played with a hell of a lot more.
I wasn’t sure what the trick to it was, but I went with massaging his insides with my tongue while I gripped his cock and slowly pumped him.
That seemed to do the trick since he didn’t seem to know if he wanted to thrust into my hand or shove his ass closer, trying to take all my tongue inside him.
Still holding tight to his leg, I pressed my face as far as I could to get my tongue deeper, using the thicker part of my tongue to push against the muscles of his ass.
Levi groaned heavily, his legs winding around my head, holding me in place as if I were trying to escape.
If I could, I would have grinned at how desperate he was, demanding and yet totally butter in my hands.
He groaned again when my tongue pushed to the other side, and I felt him throb against my hand.
I could tell he was getting riled up, and honestly, my jeans were getting more uncomfortable as I worked steadily at pleasuring him.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling away to undo my pants, letting out a sigh of relief now my dick wasn’t rubbing against the hard seam of my jeans.
Using my mouth to wet two of my fingers, I pushed into him.
There was more resistance now than there had been last night when I had done the same, but I wasn’t worried.
That little twink in the locker room a few years ago had been far tighter when I’d pushed my dick into him, and from what Levi had said last night, I suspected that two spit-covered fingers after eating his ass wasn’t going to be a hassle.
His hips bucked on my fingers even as I continued stroking him.
I had to pause so I could grip the table and stand over him as I rocked my fingers in and out.
Color was rapidly coming to his cheeks as he lay there, staring up at me with wide eyes.
I brought him closer again, so his ass was hanging dangerously over the edge of the table.
Clearly, his attempt to pretend he was annoyed when I was manhandling him didn’t count for much when I was fingers deep.
He was giving up all pretense of needing control, now I was getting ready to fuck him again.
There was a savage pleasure in it, a need to push limits even further.