8. Anders #6
This isn’t at all how I hoped this night would end. But oddly, even though I’m a little disappointed that I’m not buried deep inside of him, having him curled into me, safe and warm and all fucking mine, feels pretty perfect.
It’s still early, not even ten p.m., but I fall asleep almost immediately. When Henry’s alarm starts to trill, it’s still dark outside and cold enough that I can see my breath like smoke in the chilly morning air.
Instead of being in my arms, Henry has rolled over in his sleep so his smaller body is spooned into mine, his ass nestled against my cock. My dick isn’t soft, but I’m not rock hard either, unlike Henry, whose cock is tenting his fleecy pj bottoms.
When I run my hand over his length, he moans softly in his sleep, pushing his hardness into my palm.
“Good morning, Kitten,” I rasp against his ear as he starts to stir. Slipping my hand beneath the waist of his bottoms, I fist his cock, feeling the exact moment he comes fully awake.
“Shall we take care of this?” I ask, slowly pumping my hand up and down his length.
“Anders?” he says sleepily.
“I better be the only man you’ve woken up to with his hand around your cock,” I say playfully, but the hitch in his breath makes me want to demand answers.
“You’re the first,” he says, his voice thick.
I don’t sense that he’s lying, although there’s clearly something he’s not telling me. But this isn’t the time to question him, not when his cock is weeping precum and twitching in my fist.
“You’re so hard, Kitten. Were you dreaming naughty thoughts again?” I purr.
“Yes,” he admits easily.
“About me?”
“Yes.” He nods.
“What was I doing in your dreams, Kitten?”
“You were…”
I tighten my grip on his cock, pumping slowly as his breath hitches.
“I was…” I prompt him.
“You were.” A pained groan slips from his parted lips as his hips roll and he pushes himself further into my grip. His reactions are so fucking adorably innocent, it makes me want to corrupt him, to teach him exactly how I like it, so he’ll be perfection, but only for me.
“Was I fucking your tight little ass?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he arches back against me.
“Was I swallowing your perfect cock, sucking you until you filled my mouth with your cum?”
“No, I was…” His voice dissolves to rasping pants as his breathing becomes shallower.
“Were your lips around my dick? Was I fucking your face and forcing my cock down your pretty throat?”
His sound of agreement is half words, half moans as he grinds into me.
“Do you need to come?”
His nod is so fast it’s funny.
“Then ask for permission. Ask me to let you come in my hand.”
“Please, please can I…please can I come?” he rasps.
“That’s such a good boy. You have to ask because your pleasure belongs to me, doesn’t it?” I’m torturing him, but a little delayed gratification will only make his release sweeter.
“Please, please, please,” he chants.
“Come for me, Kitten. Fuck my hand.”
The moment I give him permission, his hips start to furiously thrust into my hold until he comes with a guttural moan.
His release covers my hand, and the inside of his pajama pants.
There’s so much of it, it’s dripping from my fingers and slowly seeping down my wrist by the time his hips finally stop moving.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper against his ear.
“Oh god,” he pants, breathlessly.
“Lift this leg,” I say, tapping his left leg.
He doesn’t obey straight away, but when I tap his thigh again, he moves it a couple of inches. Gently releasing his now spent cock, I move my hand back until my fingers are resting at the crease of his ass.
“Lift it a little higher,” I order.
His breathing starts to quicken again, but he does as I ask, allowing me just enough room to part his cheeks and slide my cum-soaked fingers down his crease.
“Anders,” he whimpers uncertainly.
“I know no one has ever fucked you here, but have they touched? Have you touched?”
“No,” he whimpers as my wet fingers graze over his hole.
“Such an innocent little kitten.”
“Will it hurt?” he asks, his voice wavering slightly with…fear, or nerves.
“No, I’ll make sure you’re prepped and ready for me. If it hurts, then we’ll stop.”
“Are you going to do it now?” he asks.
“No,” I say with a smile. “Now, I’m just going to play a little.”
“Okay,” he says, his tense muscles relaxing, until I run my cum-soaked knuckle over his hole, coating it in his own release.
“Relax, Boy. This hole is mine, isn’t it, and if I want to play with it, then you’ll be my good boy and take it. Won’t you?”
I’m pushing him. This is the first time I’ve spoken to him like this, the first time I’ve treated him like a sub, but I can’t help it.
“Yes,” he whimpers as I rub soft circles over the tight ring of muscle.
There’s something dirty about using his cum as lube, but I do it anyway, rubbing it into his ass until the muscles start to relax under my touch. The moment they do, I push the tip of my finger against his hole until it slips inside.
“Oh,” Henry gasps.
Slowly working just the very tip of my finger in and out of him, I allow myself to gradually push deeper until my whole finger up to the third knuckle is inside of him.
My fingers are slick and covered in his release as I slowly fill him, but I won’t stretch him any more until I have some real lube to use.
“Grab your cock,” I order.
“What?” he breathes.
“Grab your cock and jerk yourself while I finger your ass,” I demand.
It takes him a moment to respond, and his movements are tentative when he pushes his hand into his pj bottoms and curls his fingers around his hardened shaft.
“Hard and fast,” I snap, fingering him in time with his hand on his dick.
“Can I…?” he asks after less than two minutes.
“Do you like playing with your cock while I finger fuck your virgin hole?” I ask, my voice low and demanding.
“Yes,” he pants. “So much.”
“This is only one finger, imagine how it’ll feel when it’s my thick cock inside of you, slamming into you and filling you with my cum.”
“Oh god.” His voice is desperate. “Can I come?”
“Yes, fuck my finger while you jerk your cock.”
A moment later, hot cum spills from the head of his dick as his tight ass spasms around my finger.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper.