Rocky
Just when I thought this evening couldn't get any better, Decker plops my dick out of his sweet mouth—after taking it all the way to the base on his first go!—bats those baby blues at me, and comes out with that.
My brain is short-circuiting, but a voice from somewhere deeper cuts through the haze and makes its way out my mouth. "You said you'd slobber over it," I growl, my eyes traveling to his slender fingers wrapped around my girthy base.
His eyes twinkle like a field of stars. "I did."
"Did you mean it?"
He nods.
"Do you still want it?"
He nods.
"How hard?"
He grins and licks my swollen head like it's a lollipop. "Face fuck me with everything you've got, big boy."
I don't right away.
I can't.
I'm frozen in place, my back pressed against the headboard, watching in awe and disbelief as my pretty, blond PR manager goes ham on my cock.
There's a size component to it that just doesn't compute, even as I'm watching my swollen dick disappear down his magical throat.
I'm so big, he's so tiny, and I've been treading so carefully around him, not wanting to hurt him.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe Decker doesn't need to be treated so delicately. If I take him at his word, he definitely doesn't.
His head bobs up and down on my dick, and the gagging sound he makes when he takes all of me is the single hottest sound I've ever heard in my life. Clearly, he can handle what I've got.
So I decide to not hold back any longer. I twist my fingers into his curls, get a good grip, and sharply pull his head off my cock. His eyes are ablaze at the sudden movement, his lips are wet, and he's staring at my meat, whimpering like the greedy little cock whore it turns out he is.
With my free hand, I slap his face with my cock, smearing his cheeks with the wetness of his saliva and my precome.
He opens his mouth greedily, and I push his head down onto my dick, shoving the entire length roughly down his throat.
He lets out a strangled sound, drool sliding out the edges of his mouth and running down the length of my cock.
I drag him off me, pulling him by the hair, and check, "You okay? Is this okay?"
His mouth tilts into a half smile, and I think he's going to say something, but instead, he nods and…spits on my dick.
The dirty fucker.
I thwack his cheeks with my cock again then launch into an even more brutal face fucking. He wanted dirty talk, so I give it to him as I mercilessly drive my massive meat past his willing lips, all the way to the back of his hungry throat.
"Take that cock in that pretty mouth of yours."
"Yeah, gag for me, my little slut."
"Own that fucking cock. Show me how much you crave it."
The filthy words tumbling out of me spur him on, and I have no idea how he's keeping up with every rough shove I throw at him, but he does. I only stop when he's choking back tears.
Not giving him time to recover, I lean over, spin him around, and start making out with his pink hole, licking and spitting and slobbering all over it the way he did on my dick. I'm so fucking hard right now.
Then, a reality check.
My size.
Any visual benefits are always erased by the practical logistics of trying to cram an eggplant into a doughnut. I've never once been fully seated inside a guy, and even though Decker's deepthroating skills are top-notch, that doesn't automatically mean his hole will be able to accommodate me.
I pull a travel-sized bottle of lube I brought with me from the bedside drawer and get my finger slicked up.
"What are you doing?" Decker asks over his shoulder.
"Getting you ready," I reply, pressing my forefinger to his entrance.
He lowers onto his elbows, but he keeps his neck craned and his eyes on me. It's impossible to get a read on what he's thinking.
"Thank you," he whispers breathlessly.
"Of course."
He turns around, and I get started, working my way up from one solitary finger until he's stretched open enough to take four.
I spread the fingers out, expanding his gape as much as I can.
I really wish I had a toy with me so I could work on the depth, not just the width, but I'll just have to conjure up all my willpower and take it nice and easy on him.
Actually…that gives me an idea.
"Come here."
I help spin him around as I slide down the bed. He lifts a leg to mount me, and I hold on to his narrow waist to support him. He really is exquisite, lean and lithe. The perfect size for me.
"I want you to be in control," I say, letting go of him to grease up my hog.
"Take your time. Go as slow as you like.
" When he rolls his eyes, I toss the lube aside and grip him by the waist again with slippery hands.
"I mean it, Decker. I don't want you hurting yourself.
We've got eight hours, remember? We can pace ourselves. "
That seems to get through to him, and he nods. "Got it."
He lowers himself until my tip is lined up with his hole. "Slow," I repeat in a low rumble.
"Sure, slow."
I wasn't sure if he would, but thankfully, he obeys, easing himself onto my fat dick with control and care.
About halfway down, he starts breathing heavily.
"That's it," I murmur. "You're doing great."
"So full," he moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his hard dick twitching.
"You can stop if you like."
His eyes snap open, and he scowls at me like I've offended him. "Never."
He keeps going, grinding down onto me inch by inch by inch until he's finally all the way down.
"Whoaaa…" he moans on a very long exhale.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, caressing the side of his face.
"So fucking good."
My chest floods with heat, and I grin. I want to make Decker feel good in all the ways, not just physically.
After a few more deep breaths, he starts rolling his hips, and it sends ten thousand volts of pleasure shooting through me.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, smiling cheekily, like he might already have the answer.
"So good. You're so beautiful, ba—" I manage to catch myself before the word slips out.
Decker narrows his eyes for a second then grins. "My ass is that good, huh?"
"Even better than chicken and rice," I joke.
"I'll show you how much better it is."
The gentle hip rolls get replaced by him pounding down on me aggressively with a look of pure determination in his eyes, like he's showing me he's the one fucking me.
I live for it, hooking my hands behind my head and watching my hungry pint-sized bottom own my cock. If he wants it, it's all his. My body belongs to him.
I love his cock, too. It's on the smaller side, but it fits perfectly into my hand. I start stroking him in time with his movements.
"Oh, fuck." He throws his head back. "That feels so good."
I jerk him off faster. "Getting close?"
"Uh-huh."
He might be getting close, but he is still riding me hard.
I tighten my grip then give my wrist a workout to rival the hammer rotations I do in the gym.
"Oh, god. I'm gonna come," he yells out, bucking wildly, his channel throbbing and pulsing around my dick.
My hand becomes a blur, but all I look at is his face. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Warm ropes land across my chest and abdomen, and I stare, transfixed by the beautiful man I have the honor of being inside.
Rolling his neck, he straightens then gives a little shoulder shake. "Wow. That was… Wow. Okay, your turn."
The quick turnaround makes me grin. "Always thinking of the client, huh?"
He grins right back. "Nope. Thinking purely of me. I want to feel your load in my ass."
I groan, his dirty words taking me right to the edge.
"Keep talking," I grit out, rocking into his body.
He leans forward, and the change in angle is divine. "I want to feel your cum in me, dripping out of my ass all night long."
"Oh, fuck!"
"Fill me up, big boy. Fill. Me. Up."
"Fuuuuck!"
I buck my hips and drive into him with all my force, unloading deep inside his ass just how he wanted.
Decker keeps me inside him for as long as possible, only relenting once I start going soft. He climbs off me and snuggles into my side, under my armpit.
"That was so good, thank you," he breathes.
"I should be the one thanking you," I say, kissing the top of his damp curls.
"I'll be right back," he says, shooting off the bed and making a beeline for the en suite. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth.
"What are you doing?"
He starts wiping his cum off my chest and stomach. "Cleaning you up. I made a bit of a mess."
I latch onto his wrist, and he flicks his blue eyes to me. "You can make all the mess you like on me."
He smiles as he finishes wiping me down, and I stare at him, unable to move or even process the sweetness and tenderness of his gesture.
No one's ever looked after me like this before. I guess because of my size, most guys think I'll be the one doing the aftercare, and I always do.
And I like doing it. I naturally have a protective, nurturing side.
But this…this is special.
He tosses the cloth away and settles by my side again, fitting so beautifully against me.
I play absently with his hair, twirling it around my fingers, wishing this moment could last forever and trying to convince myself that it can.
That the alternative I'm desperately trying to avoid isn't getting closer and closer with every second that ticks by.
"What are you thinking?" Decker asks, his head resting on my chest, gently lifting and lowering with my breathing.
"Nothing."
He lifts up, those intelligent blue eyes boring into me. Can he tell I'm lying? What's going through his mind? Is he already planning how to say goodbye in the morning? Or does he not want this night to end as much as I don't want it to?
He bites into his lower lip, running his fingertips over the edge of my pec. "I'm thinking something…"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." His eyes burn with hunger. "You promised me eight hours, big boy. I'm ready for my next round."