6. Anders
SIX
ANDERS
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone go so fucking pink from embarrassment as my Boy is right this minute.
Even the tops of his ears are red, and it’s fucking adorable.
I don’t really know why he’s acting like he’s done something embarrassing.
Because since the moment my lips touched his, all I’ve seen is a sexy, innocent, delicious boy, and if I wasn’t already obsessed with him.
Then after watching him lose control and come in his pants because of our kisses, I’d be fucking smitten.
Despite the uncertainty in his gaze, when I reached for his hand, he let me take it and let me guide him into my bedroom.
A part of me expected him to try to push me away, but instead, he became almost beautifully pliant and submissive, like now that we’re together, he knows that if I don’t tell him to do something else, his job is simply to stand there and let me undress him, to hand his body over to my care.
Except the moment I tugged his cum-soaked pants and boxers down his body, he started to react. When he blinked the haze from his eyes, I braced for him to reject me, but instead his entire face bloomed as red as a lobster, and he covered his dick with his hands.
Smiling at him, I dip my gaze to where he’s failing to hide his arousal from me.
He’s only twenty-two years old, and for the first time since I pressed my lips to his, I’m reminded of how much older than him I am.
My Kitten lost control and came in his pants less than five minutes ago, but he’s already rock-hard again, the proof of his orgasm still glistening over his cock and soaking through the fabric of his underwear.
His cock is long and lean and uncut. The thatch of sandy brown hair at the base looks soft, covering his balls that are pulled up tightly between his legs.
It’s taking all of my self-control not to knock his hands away and tell him that his cock is mine now and that hiding it from me is against the rules.
I don’t want to think about if Henry has ever been in a relationship before, but it’s clear that he’s either very unsure or very inexperienced when it comes to men.
His reactions are so pure and surprised that I can’t wait to see how he reacts to my mouth around his dick or what sounds he’ll make when I push into this tight hole.
My own dick jerks excitedly at the thought of breaching his body and filling him with my hardness.
I bet his hole will clamp down on me so tightly I’ll barely be able to move.
I can’t wait to get my hands on him and enjoy teasing him while I take my time opening him up.
I’ll fill him with lube, carefully stretching him until his body is gaped wide and desperate to be filled.
Fuck, imagining all the things I’m going to do to his perfect body makes my own cock weep with precum. But first I need to ensure that he understands that he’s mine now.
“Move your hands, Boy,” I say again, slowly rising to my feet until I’m standing upright and looking down at him.
“I can’t,” he whispers, desperately.
“Why not?” I ask calmly.
“Because…” Swallowing thickly, a fresh surge of heat somehow makes his cheeks redden even darker.
“Because what?” I ask, pushing him to tell me.
“Because I’m hard again,” he finally admits, like he somehow thinks his arousal is a bad thing.
“Oh, Kitten, don’t worry, I’m going to take care of that for you.”
“You are?” he squeaks.
“I am,” I assure him. “Now move your hands so I can see you, and I’ll tell you how things are going to be from now on.”
I’m not sure he means to obey, but his hands fall to his sides, exposing his cock to my greedy eyes.
Reaching out, I curl my fingers around his length, squeezing just enough that I know he’ll feel the possession in my touch.
Some guys don’t like to be gripped tightly, but I have a hunch Henry will.
His body melted into my touch when I collared his throat with my hand, and he’s reacting the same way to me holding his cock.
His entire upper body leans into me, his eyes falling shut as shuddering pants fall from his parted lips.
“This cock is mine now, Kitten.”
His eyes snap open at my words.
Jerking him slowly, I keep my voice at the same pace as my hand. “Unless you’re holding it to take a piss or a wash, you don’t touch this cock without my permission. Your pleasure is mine now. I own it. I control it. You’ll only come when I say you can.”
“What?” He blinks, his voice raspy and weak as his gaze darts between my hand on his cock and my face.
“You’re mine now, Boy. This dick is mine.” I squeeze him tightly. “This ass is mine.” Leaning around him, I palm his ass, dragging his cheeks apart. “This mouth is mine.” Leaning forward, I kiss him, swallowing down his gasp of shock as I tease his tongue with mine.
It takes him a few moments to kiss me back, and I don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t want to or if he’s not sure how. I don’t want to think about the inexperienced fumbling he’s done with other men in the past, but it’s obvious that whoever he was with never taught him how good kissing could be.
Precum drips from the head of his dick, coating my hand, and as we kiss, he starts to roll his hips, grinding his body into mine, thrusting himself into my grip.
“Stop moving,” I order. “You’ll get to come when I say you can and not before. If you keep trying to fuck my hand, I’ll stop and you’ll have to wait for your dick to go down on its own,” I warn.
His hips instantly still, and I smile against his mouth. “Good boy,” I praise.
I like control. No, I need control, but I also love to make sure my partner knows just how much their submission means to me. Henry is clearly not used to being told what to do, but he softens every time I praise him.
I can tell it’s hard for him, but he stays perfectly still while I work his cock, bringing my fist up and down his hard length until desperate whines start to fall from his pouty lips.
“Do you need to come, Kitten?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he pants.
“Good Boy. Why don’t you go ahead and ask me for permission?” I suggest, wondering if I’m pushing too hard and how he’ll react.
“What?” he asks, then whines long and low, closing his eyes and locking his knees to stop himself from grinding into me.
“You heard me, Boy. This dick is mine. If you want to come, you need to ask me to allow it.”
“Oh god,” he groans. “Can I…” His words trail off, becoming nonsensical noises.
He’s close to the edge, so I slow down and loosen my hold on him. He might still come. He exploded earlier without either of us touching him, but I’m hoping he’ll give in and ask for permission before that happens.
“Ask me,” I prompt, stopping my hand from moving and squeezing him tightly.
“Oh god. Please. Please. Can I come? Please,” he begs, his eyes unfocused, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his naked torso as his dick weeps liquid from the head.
“That’s my good boy. Come for me, Kitten. Cover me in you. Soak my hand,” I order, fisting him tightly, jerking him hard and fast until he explodes, spurts of cum bursting from his cock, coating my hand and jeans in his release.
Not letting him go, I work him through his orgasm, enjoying each shudder that ricochets through him.
The moment his eyes refocus and his panting breaths start to even, I slowly peel my fingers from around his softening cock and bring them to my lips.
Sucking my cum-drenched thumb into my mouth, I lick his taste from my skin and hum with pleasure.
“You taste fucking delicious, Kitten.”
I don’t know what he sees on my face, or what he thinks is happening, but his eyes suddenly turn wary.
“I need to use the bathroom,” he mumbles, his expression shuttering.
“Of course,” I say softly, not wanting to frighten him, but not willing to let him put any distance between us either.
Stepping around him, I take his hand and lead him into my bathroom, turning the light on so the clean white tile comes into view.
Once we’re both standing in the middle of the room, I release his hand and lean into the bath to turn on the shower.
When I turn back to face him, his hands are hanging in front of his now soft dick, clearly trying to hide himself once again without making it obvious.
“Would it be okay if I used your washer? I don’t have any other clothes with me, and I really don’t want to wear…stained clothes to work tomorrow,” he says shyly.
“You can wear something of mine. I’ll put them in the wash after we’ve showered.”
“Did you want to go first?” Henry says, his voice meek.
“No.”
“Okay.” He nods, then glances toward the door.
“You should take off your socks,” I say with a smile, glancing down at the only item of clothing I didn’t strip off him.
“Oh, yeah.” Cringing, he exhales. “I’ll take them off once I use the bathroom.”
“Let me help,” I say, not giving him time to protest before I step up behind him and walk him to the toilet, reaching around to grasp his soft cock and aim it toward the bowl.
“What are you doing?” he asks breathlessly.
“Helping.”
“You holding my penis while I pee isn’t helping,” he squeaks, adorably ruffled.
Chuckling, I wrap my other arm around his waist, pressing his ass into my hard cock. “I already told you this cock was mine. If I want to hold it while you pee, I will,” I inform him, rolling my hips and grinding myself against him.
The silence stretches between us until finally his cock pulses and he starts to pee. Aiming for him, I watch until he’s finished, then squeeze the last drops of liquid from the tip, reaching beneath his cock to his balls and giving them a gentle tug.
“I know this is new, but you’re being such a good boy for me, Kitten. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to find you.”
Despite his obvious confusion, he preens at my praise, unconsciously pressing back into my dick.
“Come on, let’s take a shower, then we can go to bed. You have work in the morning.”
“I should?—”