Chapter 42
Dayyan
“Fuck, I love your body. So perfect, so hot.” His hands are everywhere, his lips too. On mine, on my neck, behind my ear. “Too much fabric, I want to feel you.”
I love it when Jannis loses himself completely, let’s go, and uninhibitedly takes what he wants.
I love it when he tells me how hot he finds me and how horny I make him.
My cock reacts to his words like an aphrodisiac, twitching, dripping, begging for attention.
But he doesn’t give me what I want, not yet.
First, he’s driving me so crazy I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind.
He pushes me to the edge of the bed, then he unzips my jeans and slides them down as he drops to his knees. I know what’s coming. My pants have to go, then my boxers, preferably both at once, and when I’m lying completely naked in front of him...
“Ahh!” Exactly that. Then he takes me in his mouth, all the way to the hilt, so deep he gags briefly.
His fingertips brush feather-light over my inner thighs to my pubic bone and back again, and I writhe on the bed.
Too much, too good, my brain doesn’t know what to process first. Complete overload. So good.
Suddenly he stops, so unpredictably that I push up my hips in shock and ram my cock even further into his throat. Jannis coughs and gags.
“Oh God, I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Okay, I love it when you’re choking on my cock, but that wasn’t intentional. Are you okay?”
He nods thoughtfully. “I was just wondering... would you be willing to change things up sometime?”
For a moment, I just stare at him blankly. Then it clicks. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
“Wouldn’t have been my choice of words, but yes.”
I sit up, needing to see him. Need to look into those beautiful eyes and see he really means what he says. “You want that?”
“I’ve been toying with this idea for a while now. But only if you...” My lips press firmly against his, I don’t want to hear anything else, no doubts, no buts, nothing.
“Absolutely. Do you want to now? Do you want to go to the bathroom?” Am I too fast?
Jannis shakes his head sheepishly. “I’ve already done that. Before you came.”
“I haven’t come yet.” That was a cheap shot, I know, but I couldn’t resist and it serves its purpose. Jannis rolls his eyes, shakes his head with a smile, and his shoulders relax. “Lie down. Stomach, back, whatever you feel more comfortable with.”
Indecisive, he kneels on the bed, looking more lost than ever. He’s nervous, even though I don’t understand why. He likes it when I play with his ass, when I take the lead and he surrenders to me. The role reversal is nothing new.
I follow Jannis and kneel behind him, his back against my chest. Skin on skin.
Closeness. I plant a thousand little kisses on his shoulders, along his spine, his shoulder blades.
His nipples harden between my fingertips, and a shiver runs through his body.
I let my hand wander down and grab his cock.
One stroke, two strokes, on the third Jannis falls forward, on all fours, ass up. “Is that an invitation?”
He grunts affirmatively into the pillow beneath him, and that’s my cue to drip lube into his ass crack.
The first finger goes in without much resistance.
For fingers two and three, I have to work a bit.
I stretch, massage, and play with his prostate, just to drive him crazy.
If you didn’t know Jannis, you might think he’s enduring the whole thing patiently, but if you look and listen closely, you can see his shoulders trembling, hear his irregular breathing and his quiet moans.
A receiving Jannis is not the same as a giving one, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it or isn’t having fun. Different isn’t worse.
“Turn around, I want to see you.” Without hesitation, Jannis turns onto his back and pulls his legs up to his chest. “Oh yes, sunshine, just like that. Fuck, that’s so hot. Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure. Do it.” Not a man of many words. I grab a condom and lube and position myself at his entrance.
“Take a deep breath and relax, sunshine.”
“Smartass.”
“I love you too.” I gently capture his lips and distract him with a long, deep kiss while I penetrate him deeper and deeper with small thrusts.
At first, Jannis furrows his eyebrows, probably unsure how he feels about this new sensation. Maybe it’s a little uncomfortable, but he doesn’t ask me to stop.
Halfway in, I need a break. The protest comes immediately. “No, what are you doing?”
“If I keep going now, I’ll come before I’ve even started. Give me a moment.” I grip the base of my cock tightly to stave off the impending orgasm.
“I can feel you, ma lune, inside me. And you feel so good. I can’t wait until you’re all the way in... oh, fuck, ahh. Yes, just like that, not so slow.”
If he has air to talk, I’m not doing my job well enough, and I thrust inside him all the way in one go.
“You want it fast?” I slowly pull out and push back into him.
“Yes.”
“You want it hard?” To be honest, I don’t know who’s suffering worse from my agonizingly slow rhythm. I feel like I’m hanging by a thread.
“Please.”
Jannis cries out with my first real thrust, and his hole tightens around my cock. I’d like to claim I have infinite stamina, but that’s not the case. My thread is getting thinner and thinner. “Take your cock, I can’t hold out much longer.”
Jannis’s smug grin disappears with the next thrust coming long and loud, and his hole tensing up so fantastically tight around my cock that I follow him right away.
Completely exhausted, he lies beneath me. His blond curls frame his beautiful face, his eyes closed. My hands glide over his chest and I enjoy the sight. Mine.