12. Chapter 12
Thomas wanted to rim me, so I gave it to him, but as someone who had to always be in control, it was a bit unnerving. I didn’t give in just for him, but all the porn I’d watched showed a promise of pleasure.
“I won’t be on my stomach facing away from you,” I said.
“You can position yourself however you want. If you don’t want me to do this at all, we don’t have to. I just want to please you.”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
I sat naked on the sofa, watching Thomas get undressed, my fingers twitching with the need to stim.
He wasn’t as fit as I was, but he was nice to look at.
His cock was a little longer than mine, but I was wider.
Sometimes I wondered if I’d like to get fucked, but each time I imagined it, I told myself no.
I wouldn’t want someone to own me like that, not even Thomas.
He wore a small smile on his face, and his blue eyes glittered as if he exuded joy and want.
“Lie back, please,” he said, licking his lips.
I stretched out on the sofa, and he climbed on top of me, sitting on his knees between my legs. I discovered I liked the warmth emitted from another person against me. It was like anticipating a kiss, and a kiss was the expectation of more pleasure.
His reverent hands traveled across my skin, from my abs down to my thighs, exploring my flesh. “I will never tire of touching you.”
I always preened at his words. He made me feel like a god.
His hand slid across my cock, but he didn’t grab it. It was just the ghost of a touch, pulling extra heartbeats from my chest and a gasp from my lips. Instead, he slipped his hands under my legs and lifted them.
“God, your legs are heavier than I expected,” he chuckled.
“Muscle is heavy.”
He nodded and smiled. “I’m going to push them back, okay?”
“Yes.”
I gripped the sofa where I could and clenched my jaw at the vulnerability. I didn’t like it at all. Not one bit. But before I could stop him, his tongue swiped over my hole. My eyes instinctively shut, and I just let myself… feel, silencing the other noise in my head that yelled for him to stop.
Soon, my body unclenched with the wet and soothing heat. His tongue was so smooth as he ran the flat, fat part of it over my hole and up my taint. Thomas was gentle, swiping across the muscle as he made those noises I enjoyed so much, like I was satiating him, and not the other way around.
Once again, he ran the flat of his tongue from my hole to my taint and landed on my balls. He took one in his mouth and gently sucked it, rolling it around in his mouth before he released it.
My heart rate elevated from pleasure, and everything deep inside me calmed. I released my death grip on the sofa and reached for his head, carding my finger through his soft curls before gripping them.
Usually, I needed to watch everything, but this time I closed my eyes to accept the moment. Even in a vulnerable position, Thomas had a way of making me feel like I was in control.
When he pulled away, my body and mind were loose and relaxed.
Now I understood why gay men enjoyed it so much.
But he wasn’t finished with me yet. When his warm mouth wrapped around my cock, I opened my eyes to see his, watching me.
I liked him watching, which was why I had him keep his eyes open whenever he sucked me down.
It was as if we shared an unspoken connection, reminding me he was mine.
His blue eyes were blown black with arousal as he watched me underneath thick, tawny-brown lashes.
His creamy ass was in the air as he bent down, bobbing his head and using his tongue on all my most sensitive parts, pulling, sucking the cum from me. When I felt the first tingling of my climax shoot up my spine, I yanked him off by his hair.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his swollen lips glistening with saliva.
“I don’t want to come yet. I’m ready to fuck you. ”
He smiled so sweetly, reminding me of honey. I loved the sugary taste of it. His smiles were open and honest. Thomas never had to wear a mask. He didn’t have to. He didn’t grow up with trauma that shaped your very being.
“Do you want to watch me work myself open?” he suggested.
“Yes.”
“Where’s your lube?”
“I have a packet in my wallet, which is in my jeans. I wanted to have some on hand in case I just had an instant need to have you and take you.”
“Prepared. I like that.”
“I’m always prepared for anything.”
He climbed off me and dug around in my pants.
“I know you are. Another favorite of mine.” When he found my wallet, he folded my pants back up and handed it to me, rather than opening it himself.
It was more proof that I could trust him despite his intrusive question earlier. He learned and obeyed quickly.
“I can’t wait for you to be inside me without a condom now that I’ve been tested and been given the all clear.”
I said nothing as I handed Thomas the lube packet back to him, although I had the same thoughts.
He tore it open and spilled it into his hands.
Before he worked himself open, he slicked up my cock, and then he climbed on the sofa and sat on his knees, careful not to get oil on it.
His ass was front and center. I enjoyed looking at the pale creaminess of his skin.
It was smooth and with no blemishes, and his hole was a soft, rosy pink, eager for attention.
His hard cock rested heavily on the couch .
A shiny hand appeared between his legs, and a finger sank easily into his hole.
I sat up straighter and pressed my hands to the globes of his ass, spreading him for a better view.
He whimpered into the couch cushions at my touch, always so responsive to me.
The power I held over his body and soul gave me a thrill.
His finger pulled out and pushed back in, his hole sucking it up as if Thomas was made to be fucked.
“Two fingers,” I demanded.
Thomas did as he was told, his ass taking his fingers effortlessly. But his obedience was the more thrilling part.
“Three.”
He didn’t need stretching. He had no problems with three fingers. His ass was made for my cock. He was ready.
“Enough! We’re done. I need to fuck you now .”
“Anything,” he rasped.
Yes, anything . His body belonged to me to do with as I pleased.
All my suffering in my youth had led me to this point, where I finally had what I had always deserved and coveted—someone to own and possess.
Someone who unflinchingly worshiped everything about me.
Someone who accepted me as I was, without the masks.
That was Thomas, my gift from the universe—a gift that was owed to me.
“Don’t move that ass.”
I sat up on my knees, spread his cheeks again, my fingers digging into his meaty flesh. I lined up my dick and thrust into him to the root in one swift move. He clenched around me, making my toes curl. He cried out from the discomfort.
“Did I hurt you? ”
“A little. It’s okay. Just move. The sooner you move, the more I’ll open up.”
I didn’t take the time to build up to my climax. The desperation to come, even though I was not yet feeling that pressure, was overwhelming. I wanted to mark him with my cum, pleased I didn’t have to use condoms any longer. His hot, smooth walls made it nearly unbearable to take my time.
I gripped his ass, fingers digging so tightly into him I would leave bruises behind and plowed hard and fast. Thomas braced a hand on the armrest of the sofa to keep his head from hitting it, grunting and groaning around each push and pull.
“No coming,” I ordered. “It belongs to me.”
“God… Yes. But it’s going to be so hard. You’re hitting my hot spot perfectly. I’m… holding it back.”
Pleased I was fucking him right, I pushed myself harder.
Whimpers and slaps filled the air as Thomas’s earthy arousal hit my nose, a scent I was already addicted to.
I took a deep breath of his pureness—pure like him, and nothing like me.
Thomas was a bundle of innocence, na?veté, sweetness, with a hint of salaciousness.
The hint was strong enough to lure me and keep me tethered.
My body thrummed with electricity and heat. The pressure pulsed as if all my neurons were firing their synapses at once. Then came my release, filling me with arousal, relief, and the eventual annoyance that it was over already because orgasming was always too short.
I thrust and thrust, milking it for as long as I could until I ran dry and started getting soft .
Now I needed to consume Thomas. Pleasing him pleased me, but I wanted to swallow his cum to make him a part of me just like I made myself a part of him.
“Roll over.”
He instantly did as he was told—my perfectly obedient specimen.
His cock was flushed red after holding it all in for me. His face was also flushed, and he was breathing hard with his eyes slammed shut and his mouth slightly open. If that wasn’t a look of desperation and need, I didn’t know what was.
“I’m going to make you come now.”
A whimper slipped out of him. “Thank god. Holding it in was so hard.”
I grinned, taking pleasure in his suffering just to make me happy. He would do anything for me. Thomas was perfection.
I spread his legs and leaned forward to swallow him down, the burst of salty earthiness hitting my tongue.
He cried out and arched his back, nearly making me gag.
I firmly pressed a hand down on his pelvis to hold him steady, and bobbed my head, watching him, only able to see his chin with his head thrown back.
I popped off him and growled. “Head against the armrest. I need to watch you.”
He scooted back, and once I could see him again, I continued sucking on him.
I allowed him to run his fingers through my hair and gently pump into my mouth. When I dragged my tongue under the crown, he cried out again and tugged on my hair even tighter .
It didn’t take long for the hot spurts to hit my mouth. I gathered it all until he finished, then I popped off and swallowed the thick stickiness all down.