Chapter 10 #2
“Bossy fucker,” he mutters, but he slides out of the pants. With a downturn of my brow, I give a wordless order, the boxers go, too.
He’s naked perfection, even with a few scars on him from all the years of hockey.
I have a nice side view of his body from this angle, which means I get to see the round swell of his ass, and yep, there’s a nice shade of pink there from my hand.
His cock stands proud, jutting from his groin, the tip resting against his belly.
He bites his lip. “There’s that look again,” he says.
“What look?”
“Like you’re about to eat me.”
“I am about to eat you. Face down on the bed, pretty boy. Now.”
Dirk breaks out in a pink flush to compete with the color of his ass. “I’ve been … sweating all night, Trav.”
“Good. Now, you gonna do as you’re told?”
He smirks, lying on the bed face down, shoving his arms under the pillows, turning his head to the side.
“That’s better. I like an obedient boy.”
“Noted,” he says as if he doesn’t fucking know that.
I want to take my shirt off, so I can slide my bare skin across his, but he’ll feel my marks. I knew that he would eventually. He’s seen and come to know some of them, but my tattoos hide the large majority of what’s there.
He should know—if he wants to know.
Here we go.
Tugging at the hem, I pull the t-shirt over my head and toss it toward the hamper. I slide in toward him from the end of the bed, slipping my arms under his legs, spreading him wide for me. He’s got an incredible ass—big, round—attached to thick hockey thighs speckled with dark hair.
Taking my time, I slowly rub my thumb between his crease, admiring the way my thumb pad presses against his hole without going inside. His balls are there too, dangling down. I inhale the smell of him.
“I know you haven’t done anything, but it already feels so fucking good, Trav. Just the thought of you playing around down there’s driving me wild.”
“Trust me, you’re not wild yet, but you’re gonna be. Keep your legs spread wide for me, baby, or I stop.”
His dusting of dark leg hair brushes along my arm as I replace it under his thigh, and then I dig my face into his ass.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god,” he chants as I shove my tongue in and out of his sweet pucker. I’ve got his legs so far apart, he’s split wide enough to spear. I lathe him with saliva and lick up his crack, tasting the salty sweat. Fuck he tastes good, even after work.
Dirk writhes and moans and pleads.
I grip a strong hand over his hamstring and pull my other arm from underneath him so I can shove a finger into his wet hole. It’s silky inside, and it clenches around the knuckle.
“Mmm. Unngh. Fuck, Trav. I’m gonna die.”
This is my first anything inside him, and it feels fucking intimate. Different than sucking his cock or him sucking mine. This place is more of a secret. Everyone sees your mouth, only lovers and doctors see your asshole.
Speaking of which.
“This is mine now,” I declare, so there’s no mistaking. I smack his ass cheek. “Say it.”
“Fu—ow!” I spank his ass again. “Okay, god. It’s your hole, dammit. All yours, Trav. Now will you please stick your cock in there?”
Eventually. But I don’t say it aloud. I go back to work, eating him out, teasing the rim of his hole, sucking, licking with the flat of my tongue as well as poking it inside. I reach a hand to grip his nuts.
“Fuuuuck. Please,” he begs. His body tightens with restrained arousal, and my body responds in kind, as if we’re tied together in some merciless sex-loop. The more aroused I make him, the more aroused I get, my cock leaking in the confines of my jeans.
I’d take them off, but I kinda like the feeling of wearing clothes with him pliant, naked, and at my mercy.
And tonight, all bets are off. No restraint. Every inch of his body’s getting a mark. I let my teeth sink into his thigh. He screams until it turns into a moan.
“Yeah, Trav. Mark me all up. I want you all over me by morning.”
“I’ll be all over you sooner than that, pretty boy.”
I let my teeth find the tender spot at the back of his thigh again, hard enough to bruise.
He keens, a hot animal sound that makes my cock throb against denim.
It sets me off, and my mouth is all over him on instinct, pulling his skin through my teeth and across my tongue, sucking hard until I’m sure I leave another mark, another claim on him.
Then I lean back to stare at my artwork, rising purple from his flesh.
God, he’s beautiful like this.
“Say my name, baby. Who’s gonna fuck you?”
“Tr-Travis,” he says on a broken moan, like who he used to be was ripped from him. “You.”
There we go. Better.
I push my fingers deeper until he trembles around them. He’s all mine. I can feel that he’s mine. Still fucking into him, I slide my hand back to my zipper, taking my cock out to stroke it, finally giving it something.
He whimpers, inhale hitching, exhale stuttering. “Travis. Travis.”
“That’s it, pretty boy, keep saying my name.”
Dirk slowly comes apart as I work my jeans and boxers down my legs with one hand. I shimmy and step out of them, my hard cock ready to spear him. Then I take my fingers away.
“Trav,” he complains.
“Nuh-uh. Roll over. You’re gonna watch me enter you for this first time.” I snag a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.
He turns and tries to sit up, I push him back, climbing my way on the bed, knees first, gripping under his thigh.
He’s already semi-wrecked, eyes glazed, lip tucked under his teeth.
But he’s still aware, and gazing up and down, taking in every inch of my naked body as I drizzle lube between the crease of his cheeks, letting it crudely spill wherever it wants to go. The bottle gets chucked onto the floor.
His hand reaches out; fingers gently brush my cock.
“That’s for you, baby.”
I can’t wait any more, pressing the head of my dick to that tight, slick ring, watching his breath falter, his eyes glued to what I’m doing.
Sliding into him is like a homecoming. Didn’t expect that. He’s special to me, there’s no doubt about it, but it still baffles me how right this feels despite our large-ass age difference.
He’s open for me, lube and saliva glistening around his hole and along my shaft, as I pull it out enough to make a nice long slide back in. I hit the sweet spot for him; his mouth falls open with a cry. I love the way he’s exposed, love the way he surrenders for me.
“Tell me where you belong, or I’m pulling out.”
“Your cock. I belong on your cock, Trav. Fucking, please!” he says, voice more desperate than I’ve ever heard it.
He could have totally called my bluff on that one.
I doubt I could take my cock from his hole if I tried.
I want to live here now. It feels so. Fucking.
Good. I thrust, juggling between watching my dick disappear in and out of him and his face.
I’m big, but he can take me, his muscles clenching around my dick in all the right places.
Dirk’s eyes are filled with wild amazement. “I can’t believe you’re in me, Trav,” he says as if this is a sacred moment.
And it is.
I pause here, so I can take a snapshot. Dirk’s got the masculine presence of a prowling lion, but when I’ve got him like this, at the command of my brutish energy, he’s fucking precious.
Nibbling on his neck, I’m careful not to leave the marks I want to there, where they can be seen, but I plot out what I’ll leave someday.
“What do you think, pretty boy? Time for me to claim you?”
“I—wait,” he says, halting the thrust I was about to make. He slides a hand over my cheek, closing his eyes as if he’s reciting a prayer. “Okay, fucking take me.”
Good. I have a stipulation of my own. With my thick thumb and forefinger, I maneuver his face so his eyes will be able to flick down and watch what my dick does, but also to me so he can witness the possession in my eyes.
“You’ll watch me as I ruin you.”
I don’t wait for an answer, and I thrust. He claws at my back, sensing he’ll need to hold on for dear life.
With him being a hockey player, the same brand of guy who lives by the motto “We wear jerseys, chug beer, and go to war”, sometimes even playing with broken bones, I don’t need to restrain myself.
I won’t insult him like that. I release the chains from my inner lion, letting him rip through me
And I take him.
Take what’s mine.
Dirk gets no mercy. He doesn’t want it, either.
“You’re mine,” I growl each time I hit that perfect spot, his body answering by taking me as if he’s been waiting his whole life to be broken open like this.
I pound once, twice, harder, the rhythm building to something feral.
He cycles between clawing the sheets and my skin, his nails leaving traces down my torso.
I answer back with teeth, bruises, and kisses that force him to beg for air.
“Fuuuuuck. Oh my god. Yeah, right there. Right fucking—aaah!”
I drive my dick into his pert ass, my fucking ass now, over and over, carving my very own pathway through his insides.
Still feels like I’m not deep enough. I push his leg up, it’s a thick hockey thigh, but I easily maneuver it with my monstrous hands.
He doesn’t get to hide from me. He can be spread, open and vulnerable for me.
I bite his shoulder until he cries out, and quickly press my lips there to soothe the ache.
I want to be his pain and pleasure, his comfort and his nightmare.
A pleasure-filled hiss leaves my lungs, and Dirk’s eyes roll back as if my cock’s making him delirious.
Through the wild passion, I find a heartbeat to be amused and proud as a fucking peacock.
Him here, writhing on my cock. Letting me take him.
Hell, he begged me to. I’ll never take that gift for granted.
He’s giving his body and soul to me, and I’ll always worship him in the way he deserves, but he’ll know how mine he is while I do it.