Dom #6
I kissed him, as I spread my fingers, breaking the kiss when I realized the friction was growing.
He made a soft noise of protest when he felt my fingers leave, but his eyes widened when I brought them to his mouth.
Muttering a curse that was more exclamation than protest, he took my fingers into his mouth, and I watched the moment he realized there were three.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I told him softly as I reached down to push three fingers into him.
There was far more resistance this time, and I watched the corner of his eye twitch as I spread him open faster than I had last night.
He didn’t protest, though, and in fact, he spread his legs even further to give me access as he instinctively tried to fight me off and failed miserably.
“I’m not going to use spit to fuck you.”
“At this point, I don’t think I’d care,” he admitted as he held onto me, his eyes locked on my dick as it lay across his thigh. “Then again—”
I chuckled, not sure why that made his grip on me flex, but that was a mystery for another time. “Horny brain is not a smart brain, even when you’re usually smart.”
“You make me so fucking stupid,” he said, his head tipping back and closing his eyes as I thrust all three fingers inside him, feeling the way he squeezed around me. “I fucking love it.”
“Then you’re going to love what else I’m going to do to you,” I said, smirking when one of his hands found my dick and wrapped around it.
“Please tell me the next part is where you stick this big fucking thing inside me,” he practically panted, staring at me with pupils that practically took over his beautiful eyes.
“It’s the next part,” I admitted. “I’m going to get the lube, and you...why don’t you get on over to the couch?”
“Good, awesome, great,” he seethed, waiting until I pulled my fingers out and backed up so he could hop down.
I took a moment to shimmy my jeans down to my ankles and kick them off. Walking out of the dining room and through the living room, I stopped in the doorway to the bedroom when I heard a chuckle and turned around to see him by the couch. “What?”
“I was right, you have a fuzzy ass,” he said with a smirk. “And it’s amazing.”
“Well, maybe one day you’ll get the chance to show me how much you love it,” I told him with a shrug.
His smirk disappeared in a flash. “You’re joking.”
“What, are you that much of a bottom?” I asked with a laugh.
“I...no, but...have you ever...”
“Bottomed?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never even let a finger in there.”
“Right, so—”
“So like a lot of things, you’re the exception, Levi, you always have been,” I said, watching his eyes grow even wider as I walked into the bedroom to let him think about that.
The lube, it turned out, had not been put back in its proper place in the drawer.
Apparently, neither of us noticed it had disappeared or thought to put it back, so sadly, I couldn’t return until I found it.
After finding it under the dresser, I came back and stopped, sucking in a breath.
Levi was kneeling on the couch, his arms and chest resting on the arm, his ass facing me.
His back was already arched, and my breath left me at the sight of how ready and willing he was, and I sent up a prayer, thanking heaven for the chance to see something like that.
“Goddamn,” I hissed, opening the bottle as he looked over his shoulder, reaching behind him and making sure I was watching as he pushed his fingers inside himself, clearly keeping himself ready. “Alright then.”
He grinned. “What?”
“Innocence doesn’t work when you’re bent over the couch, fingering yourself,” I told him, shaking my head as I opened the lube.
I was lucky I didn’t drop the thing because my hands were shaking.
I squirted out more than I meant to, some of it landing on the hardwood floor as I approached him, and I was glad that he didn’t have a lot of fabric.
..other than the couch, of course, but hell, he could afford to replace it if we ruined it.
Tossing the bottle close enough to reach in case it was needed, I didn’t care that my hands still had lube on them when I grabbed his waist and pulled him at an angle toward the edge of the couch.
There was no way I was going to fit on the couch behind him.
I would use part of it, and he could kneel on the rest.
Gripping the base of my dick, I brought it down so the head rested against his hole, and a shot of excitement blasted through me when I realized I was going to get a full view of everything.
Between the daylight streaming through the glass doors and the position we’d chosen, he was in full view, unlike last night, when it had been dark, and I’d been focused on his face.
“Oooh,” I groaned as I pushed forward, and while his body fought me more than it had last night, it didn’t fight hard enough, and I watched the head of my dick push inside him. Levi made a noise between a sigh and a groan as his head fell forward to rest on his arms. “Good?”
“I’m fine,” he said, and I smiled at the impatience in his voice. “I’m not made of china, Dom.”
I rolled my eyes. “I forgot how pissy you get when you’re turned on and not getting what you want.”
“I am not…oof,” he stopped as I pushed further, interrupting what was probably a lame comeback. Another inch...and then another, disappeared into him. “God, you’re so fucking big.”
“You wanted this,” I reminded him, stopping even though my body protested when it was so close to being deep inside where it wanted to be.
“I still do,” he said, his breath coming out almost in pants. “Oh God, do I. Doesn’t mean I can’t notice that you’re hung.”
“There are bigger than me out there,” I pointed out.
“And none of them feel as good as you,” he hissed as another couple of inches pushed into him. “Oof.”
He wasn’t going to admit it, but I could tell I was going to have to wait before continuing.
I vaguely remembered hearing there were two things to be careful of when fucking someone in the ass, and it was at about this point last night that I had to wait too.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t reach down and grip his cock, stroking it slowly and smiling when I found it already wet from how furiously he was leaking with what I’d already done to him.
“Do that for too long, and I’m going to blow, and if I blow before you’ve dumped your load in me, I’m going to be pissed,” he told me, though it was hard to take him seriously when I knew he was fighting to keep in control.
“A breeding kink, really?” I wondered. “Oh wait, how can you have one when you’ve never barebacked with someone before?”
“Just because I never let anyone else do it doesn’t mean the thought isn’t incredibly erotic,” he said as he pushed his ass back, slipping another inch inside.
“Okay, okay,” I said with a snort, pushing him forward, slipping out a little before shifting my hips so it was replaced with more of my dick, making him groan into his arms again. “Quit being pushy, or I’m going to have to pin you down.”
“Promise?” he asked in a weak voice that squeaked slightly when I pushed the rest of my dick inside. “Oh God, okay, that...pause.”
I chuckled, running my hand down his back and up his side. “Not as ready as you thought, huh?”
“Let’s just say I’m happy you didn’t take me up on my offer to be rougher last night,” he said with a weak chuckle. “At least last night warmed me up for when you decided to be—”
“I think you said something about fucking you like a whore.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were into that sort of thing.”
“Baby, once I get a hands-on feel for just how much you can take, you’ll be surprised what I can dish out,” I said as I curled my hand around the back of his neck to hold him in place.
“Do that again,” he said, his back arching when I pulled my hips back to the halfway mark and thrust into him again.
“That?” I said as I repeated it, already feeling him loosening up quickly as I spread him open with my dick.
“No, well, yes,” he said, lifting his head to turn and look at me despite my hand wrapped around his neck. “What...what you said?”
“The part where I basically said that if you let me fuck you enough times in enough ways that I won’t be so afraid of breaking you, and you’ll have to get used to walking funny?” I wondered, a little confused.
“No, the...” He stopped, and I didn’t think the redness in his cheeks was just because my dick was deep inside him.
I thought about it for a moment before the light bulb flashed in my head, and I chuckled, sliding my dick back to bury it again, this time with more force.
Enough to make his body jump slightly, and I tightened my grip, holding him as I pushed my hips against his ass to make sure I was as deep as possible.
Leaning over him, I ground my hips and brought myself as close to his ear as I could.
“You like it when I call you baby?” I said in a low voice.
His whimper was all I needed. That was precisely what he wanted, and I made sure to file that one away for later.
I wasn’t surprised, but I hadn’t seen it coming either.
In a way, it made sense, not just because he was far more comfortable with me than he had probably ever been with another person, but because it made sense.
He was such a control freak, and I didn’t know how much authority he’d had in his previous position, but I would guess it was a lot if Augustine was willing to put him in charge of a large chunk of his operations.
“You like me being in control?” I asked as I slowly withdrew, to the extent I could see the head threatening to peek out from inside him, before pushing back in and making him whine. “You like it when I hold you down, stick my dick deep inside you, and call you baby?”
“Yes,” he breathed out, as if admitting it aloud caused him pain, and he was fighting to keep control, but was barely managing. “God, just—”
“Just what?” I asked as I moved slowly, purposefully taking my time. I knew it was driving him crazy to move at my pace because I was using enough force on his neck to hold him in place.
“Move, God. Please, move. Just, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck me however, just fuck me,” he got out in an almost garbled mess, and I grinned at finally getting him to break down and admit what it was he really wanted from me.
“Sure,” I said and snapped my hips forward, burying my entire dick from the tip to the base in one swift motion.
The reaction was immediate, and he cried out, fingers digging into the arm of the couch with a grip I was glad he didn’t use on me.
Continuing to hold him down, I pounded away.
It wasn’t a pace or depth I could hold onto for long, but that wasn’t important right now.
What mattered was that it was driving him crazy, sending him into the throes of ecstasy as he cried out, egging me on, begging and pleading for me not to stop in the same way he had last night.
His grip around me was fierce, and I groaned as I felt the end approaching far quicker than it had last night.
It didn’t help my self-control that I was staring down at him, seeing everything with complete clarity.
The sweat over his body, the way he spread open each time I buried myself inside him, the way his face was pressed into the couch as his mouth opened in grunts, groans, and cries, when I found the spot deep inside that was threatening to break him down the middle and leave him a complete mess.
“Still want me to come inside you?” I asked in a low growl, knowing it didn’t really matter what he wanted; it was going to happen soon.
“Yes,” he whined. “Dom, please.”
I shifted his hips enough that I could fuck him, going for speed rather than full strokes, and he whined again, his face red from everything we were doing.
With a grunt, I bent over him as I felt the first rush of pleasure wash through me, making me give him exactly what he wanted.
He managed a pitiful ‘oh God’ as he stroked himself.
“Fuck,” I growled. My third pulse inside him was met with a new grip around my dick as he splattered his mess all over the couch while I splattered mine as deep inside him as I was ever going to reach.
I was careful to pull out slowly before collapsing onto the couch with a low groan, jumping in surprise when he fell back, sprawling to stare up at me, eyes hazy with pleasure and comfort.
“So, that was fucking me like a whore, huh?” he asked with a lazy smile.
I squinted down at him. “It can definitely be a little different next time. Or I can fuck you like I did last night. Neither of those two offers is on the table at the moment, I might add.”
He snorted. “Alright, that’s probably a good thing. You weren’t as rough as you could have been, but I’m going to need a rest.”
“I can’t tell if you’re complaining or happy that I wasn’t rougher,” I said as I wiped the hair off his sweaty forehead.
“Neither,” he said, closing his eyes. “I am...comfortable right now. Whatever happens next time is what happens. Aren’t we supposed to be taking things as they come?”
I smiled and wondered if he realized he had already promised a next time. “I can live with that.”
Because oh boy could I.