Chapter Fifteen #2
I watch his face as I slide the rubber on and am a little worried when he doesn’t relax at all. “Hey, we don’t have—”
“I need you to lie down,” he cuts me off.
There’s no time to answer before he’s sitting up, forcing me to move. This works for me—giving him control of the situation. For now.
I have to move a bottle of lube before I can lie down and figure adding a little to my dick couldn’t hurt. I am a little disappointed that he doesn’t remove the shirt before he settles over me, but there’s no time to dwell on it before he’s reaching behind himself to line us up.
He sinks down slowly, whimpering in pain, but when I try to stop him, he doesn’t let me. He wants this too, wants to give it to me just as much as I want to take it.
“So good,” I whisper as the perfect amount of pressure encases my cock and makes it impossible to think about anything else. My mind goes completely blank, allowing the rest of me to do nothing but feel.
He’s out of breath by the time he’s fully seated, and I’m just lying here completely at ease. His thighs are vibrating on either side of me, but before I can do anything other than caress his knee, he’s moving. It’s just a subtle roll of his hips, but it’s once again enough to leave me stupid.
I’ve always used protection, have never really cared enough to even consider skipping it, but right now I’m certain there’s only one thing that could make this better.
The satiny heat of his ass is literal perfection as is, but just imagining going raw—breeding this boy and pumping him so full of my cum that it starts to leak out of him and down my dick—has me wanting to fuck.
My hands move to his hips, and it’s a struggle to control myself.
My instincts are telling me to take hold and move him like a cocksleeve, but the whole point of him being on top was letting him lead.
I want him to do things at his own pace, ride me the way that feels best for him, but it’s a lot harder than I expected it to be.
Too hard. It’s just too fucking good. Holding myself back isn’t an option for long, and before either of us is ready for it, my head is being pushed back into the pillow as I fill the condom.
“Oh, fuck.” I laugh quietly, feeling too satiated to be properly embarrassed about this yet. “Whoops.”
“Did you just…” He’s perfectly still on top of me, his palms resting on my stomach as he looks at me with a confused expression.
This is a little embarrassing. “Couldn’t help it, I guess.” My smile is crooked, lazy in a way that mimics the way the rest of me feels—completely satisfied. “I’m sorry,” I say again and take hold of his hips so that I can sit up.
“It’s okay.” He bites his lip, possibly holding back a laugh. “Kind of cute, I guess.”
“Cute?” I cock a brow and roughly pull him closer to me with the grip I still have on his hips.
His mouth parts on a shattered breath, and I fight the urge to wince as his hole spasms around my oversensitive cock.
“It’s your fault. I was thinking about what it’d be like to ditch the condom—paint your insides with my DNA while you bounced on my dick. ”
He moans, no more smiles as he rolls the slightest bit against me. “You can.” He looks more surprised than I feel. “I mean, if you really want to. That’s—I’m on PrEP.” He bites his bottom lip harder, doubting himself now that the offer is out there.
“Baby, I’d fucking love to. If you really mean it, then fuck yes, we’ll do that.” I have to lean back a little so that I can reach the box of condoms. “Next time.” PrEP only does so much, and he deserves better than me being reckless.
He nods his head glumly, looking embarrassed that I turned down the best offer I’ve ever gotten. It’s not like that, though. I’ll show him.
“Let me put another condom on.”
“You’re still—”
I laugh. “You just gave me permission to come in your ass—I’m not going soft anytime soon.” Couldn’t even if I wanted to.
“Oh.” He goes back to looking adorably shy as he lifts his hips, so unaware of the power he has on me.
My dick throbs without the tight sleeve of his insides to comfort it, pushing me to hurry.
I don’t tie the used condom once I remove it, can’t even be bothered to pay attention to where I’m tossing it before I slide the new one on.
I let him line us up again so I can wrap my arms around his back, and as soon as I feel myself breach that blessedly snug opening, I kiss him. It’s amazing—every single thing about this moment. He rides me languidly, glides his tongue over mine so sweetly, and fits in my arms so flawlessly.
I finally understand what it means to call someone mine.
I’m lightheaded after what feels like a small forever has passed, and he finally breaks the kiss.
He leans back to brace himself on the bed, letting me watch as he succumbs to some of the same pleasure I’m swimming in.
The new angle makes it far too easy to give in.
My hips start to move against his, matching every bounce on my dick with a thrust of my own until the sounds of sex are filling the room.
His voice is climbing in pitch, and I know he’s close.
I settle back on his pillows so I can hold him tighter, allowing myself to fuck him as hard as I can from this position so that I can climb that peak with him.
The closer I get, the more frustrated he sounds, clearly as desperate to come as I am.
His head hangs back as he loses himself in it, the oversized tee riding up and finally giving me my first view of his pretty cock. He’s leaking, a literal mess of precum painting the pinkened tip as it bounces with his hips. I want to touch, but I also don’t want to ruin this for him.
So I simply watch and thrust against him until his ass tightens around me enough to slow us down.
I have to spread my legs when he starts to fall back, letting himself lie down.
His feet are planted flat on either side of my thighs, his legs still hooked over mine so he has the leverage he needs to fuck himself.
And that’s what he does—uses me in place of that self-thrusting dildo to get himself off.
There are many times that I’ve wanted him at my mercy, imagined him bound and blindfolded, and being pushed over the edge with my dick.
This is just as good as I know that would be.
I’m here for him to use, nothing more than another sex toy for him to play with, and I’m grateful for it.
His eyes are closed, jaw slack as he chases his release, and all the while his dick is bouncing right there in front of me.
I take the risk, thinking it’s worth it if it means I can hold him just once.
It’s smaller than mine, thinner and shorter, but drooling so fucking much that there’s no need for any lube to stroke him.
He moans louder, rewarding me for my bad behavior while staying focused on his own needs.
It’s so fucking hot how out of it he is.
“Logan,” Baby whines, his eyes opening and locking on mine immediately. “Please,” he sobs quietly, and I know he’s going to come any second.
I force myself to pull out carefully and ignore it when he complains, moving to my knees so that I can fuck him properly. His hole is flushed a stunning red, left open and glistening just for me.
He really is a good boy.
I slide back in easily and revel in the way he so quickly devolves back into the feral version of himself I’ve only recently gotten to know.
As much as I want to keep watching, burn the image of my cock squeezing its way in and out of his ass, I can’t stop from leaning over him.
I’m too fucking close. I take his dick back in hand and move it in sync with my hips, feeling his every breath on my lips as I drag him over the edge.
My jaw tightens as I try for a second time to hold it in, but he’s not having it.
He rushes to take over, jacking himself off between us like he’s as desperate for my cum as I am to give it to him. It’s impossible to fight.
It hits me hard, leaving my whole body tensed just as my vision whites out. It’s almost laughable how quickly it’s over—all that work for just a few seconds of rapture. But it’s well fucking worth it. He’s worth it.
He comes undone as soon as I’m finished, and the added pressure of his asshole tightening around me has me wincing—it hurts so fucking good I don’t even consider pulling out of him yet.
He licks his lips, eyes closed as the soothing after effects of good sex blanket over us. I want to kiss him. Everywhere. I want to place my lips on every square inch of his body so he knows just how fucking amazing he is.
But as soon as I try, he flinches.
“Move.”
“What?”
“Sorry,” he says in a softer voice, something I can tell he has to try to accomplish. He moves a palm to my stomach, where some of his cum has landed, only to cringe and remove it immediately after. “I need to get up, but not—you should take a shower.”
“Take one with me.” I reach for him, but he stiffens, and I don’t know what to do with that.
“No, that’s okay.” He turns his face, looking at anything but me.
When he scoots a bit down the bed, closer to the foot in an obvious attempt to get away from me, I sit up.
I slip out of him easily, leaving him to tug his T-shirt and cover his lap.
“I’ll—god,” he mutters when he spots his dildo, still on and thrusting next to us.
Instead of reaching for it to turn it off, he covers it up with the corner of the blanket that isn’t under us. “I’ll take one after you.”
I love it when he blushes, gets all red-faced and nervous around me. I really do—usually. It’s cute and kind of precious, but the look he has on his unbearably pink face right now isn’t the same. It’s distressing.
“Baby—”
“Please,” he cuts me off. He looks up to give me a pathetically unconvincing smile, and everything in me wants to demand to know what happened. “I’m fine—I swear. We can watch a movie or something, but after… just after.”
He wants to cry, I can see it on his face before he ducks it, moving into a sitting position where he cradles his knees to his chest and pulls his shirt over them. He’s so clearly hiding from me that it ties my stomach in knots. I did something wrong, but I don’t know what.
All the space between us feels unnatural. I should be helping him straighten up, holding and caressing him while we’re all snuggled up and feeling satisfied. Not even for him—I want to do that.
“Logan, really. Just get out.”
My body feels cold as I get up to do as I’m told.