Chapter 14 Daniel
Daniel
Shit. This turned into such a mess. But I can’t fight it—it just feels too good to have Derek’s hands all over me.
Should I have told him I haven’t slept with anyone? Was that a mistake? But the fire in his eyes and the greed in his touch increased tenfold. And he said he’d teach me, that he’d make me into his perfect little bitch…
I press my lips tight, shaking with need and anticipation.
Fuck, am I insane for wanting that? I hate that we’ll have to hide, that I am sleeping with a taken man, but I can’t force this want down.
I can’t shut it down, I want him too much.
The real him, the one that’s still obscured by the image he’s built for himself.
And if this is the way to reach him, then I’m more than happy to go down that path.
Derek rolls us over until I am the one sitting on the couch and he’s on the floor between my legs. With his strong hands, he grabs my knees and spreads them, exposing my dick.
“So, so pretty.”
He leans down and licks the tip. My eyes roll back.
Slurping noises fill the lounge as he sucks me with urgency.
It’s like he can’t get enough or like he’s been imagining giving me a blowjob for a long time and can finally make that fantasy a reality.
It’s my first one, and it feels amazing, incomparable to anything solo I’ve done.
I didn’t mean to be a virgin at twenty-five—it’s just how things turned out. I’ve liked people, but they’ve always been out of reach. Besides, I was too busy trying to stay alive to look for love or sex, until they kind of found me on their own.
I let out a deep groan that surprises even me when Derek gives me a firm, dominant stroke from base to tip. “Do you like that?”
I nod vehemently.
He repeats the movement, pulling another cry of pleasure from me. “God, you are so sensitive. I can’t wait to be inside you and show you how good it feels to be fucked.”
The things he’s saying are so filthy, but that’s exactly what I need.
I’m a dirty dirty man for sleeping with someone who’s not single, but that ship has sailed now.
I should hate myself for doing this, but I really don’t care, I can’t, not right now and not when it feels like the stars have aligned whenever Derek is near me.
Does that make me bad? Definitely. But even so, I can’t fight this, I want him too much even if it means I have to be a shitty human being from now on. It’s the price I have to pay to hold onto this perfectly flawed man.
I’m buzzing and begging him to come by the time he’s done teasing my cock with his mouth. But he doesn’t let me, pulling away just when I think he might.
“Not yet, little artist. We aren’t done with today’s lesson.”
Little explosions of pleasure tingle under my skin. I’m so turned on. I want to come. This fluttering tension inside me needs to be released, so I can think again. So I’m not a whimpering mess on the verge of exploding.
“Please, Derek. I need to come,” I beg, making noises I didn’t know I could make.
He flares his nostrils as he takes me in, his eyes twinkling. “So pretty.” He grabs a lock of my hair and pulls, bringing our faces closer. “Should I do you from behind, hmm? Or should I let you ride me like I promised?”
My head spins. My cock twitches and my balls tingle. I’m at his mercy, a thing meant for this man’s fun. I shouldn’t like it so much, but what he’s doing to me feels so good, so freeing, so mind-blowingly arousing.
“I can’t wait to stretch your tiny hole.” He licks his lips, dark promises swimming in his eyes as he presses a finger against my entrance. “It’s so pretty and pink.”
Just the pressure his digit applies makes me see stars. My hole clenches and unclenches on its own, trying to suck it inside. “Please, Derek.”
His eyes meet mine, the color eaten up by his pupils. It’s like he’s drunk or high, and the realization that I’ve made him that way almost undoes me.
“So impatient. Whatever shall I do with you?”
“Please fuck me with your big dick,” I beg, palming myself. I’ve lost it, truly. Nothing matters anymore other than coming after getting a taste of his cock.
He swats my hand. “On your knees. And face the backrest.”
I comply without protest, shivering as my stomach is flooded with anticipation. He gets in position behind me. Just as I expect him to ram in or something, he leans in instead and whispers into my ear.
“I’m really your first?”
His voice is gentle, reverent, heartbreakingly so. I nod, my chest suddenly too tight. “Yes. I haven’t been with anyone.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, his hand squeezing my thigh.
“You are perfect, little artist. You were made for me. I’m going to fuck you so good, it will be all you can think about all day tomorrow.
” A whimper escapes me, making him smile against my skin as he kisses my neck.
“Is that a ‘yes, please’? Do you like this idea? To be on edge all day wishing I was fucking you?”
I push my hips back, feeling emptier by the second. I don’t even know where the sensation comes from, but he’s the only one who can fix it. I just know he can make me feel full, that he can make the emptiness go away before he unravels me.
He reaches over for the supplies, but pauses. “I had my medical a few days ago, and it all came back normal.” He licks my earlobe, then huffs. “I really want to go bare. To pump you full of my cum until you are leaking. Can I do that? I promise it will feel so so good for you, little artist.”
My head spins again. I’m going to die from overstimulation before he even puts his dick inside me. It’s such a filthy suggestion, but god, I want it now that he’s offered. “Yes… Please.”
“Such a good boy. So obedient. Fuck, where have you been all my life?”
I could ask the same. I don’t know what it is about him, but from the moment I met him online—without even knowing his real identity—he’s been driving me crazy. He’s made me step out of my comfort zone, he’s made me try things I normally wouldn’t.
“I’m here now,” I say with a trembling voice. “Please teach me how to be your bitch.”
He grabs my neck and twists, sealing our mouths in a hungry kiss.
The position strains my back, my shoulders, but that only heightens the intensity as pleasure floods every part of my body.
His hard cock brushes against my ass, rigid and leaking, and two slicked fingers find my hole.
They circle it, rubbing and spreading the lube, then one of them presses hard.
I yelp, surprised by the intrusion, but as the tip breaches, I suddenly want more.
It brings with it a hint of that fullness I’ve been fantasizing about, a taste of what’s to come, so I push against it, trying to get it deeper.
There is a burn, and it feels a little weird, but in a good way that sends more heat to my core.
“That’s it. Let me in, Daniel. I need to stretch your tight hole before you can take my cock.”
I hold onto the backrest and hump it, fucking myself on Derek’s finger. He adds a second one, and while the initial burn makes me grit teeth, the pleasure that follows is so worth it.
“God, you are so beautiful. Such a good boy.”
His praises amplify the pleasure, the want, the need within me. “More, please.”
He hums, repositioning behind me. His fingers disappear a moment later, and just as I am about to complain, I feel the tip of his dick. I hang my head back, every nerve-ending coming alive. His cockhead pushes past my rim, the stretch incomparable to the way his fingers felt.
My breath catches. I’m on fire within seconds, shaking and heaving and needing more as he slowly slides inside me. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It’s unlike his fingers or mine. I feel so full, like a piece I’ve been missing has finally found its place.
“Fuck, you are so tight,” he grumbles, voice delirious.
Slowly, he bottoms out while I hold onto the backrest for dear life.
He throws his arms around me and kisses my neck, shoulders, back.
We stay like that for a while, and gradually the pain and the burn from the stretch give way to immense pleasure.
I move experimentally, sliding back and forth on his cock.
He purrs in my ear appreciatively. “Are you ready for more, little artist?”
“Yes… I think so.”
His hand snakes around my waist and finds my cock, wrapping around the base possessively. Then he moves, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in.
He hits my prostate. My vision blurs. I see stars. “Yes! Fuck!”
“I’m gonna make your first time so good you’ll keep coming back for more.”
I lose the ability to think. All I can do is feel and beg for more as he rails me from behind. He’s aggressive, but careful not to hurt me. He speaks praises in my ear, telling me what a good boy I am, how amazing being inside me feels.
It’s like I’m in a dream. The world around us is but an afterthought, a muted version of its bright and loud self. Only we exist as he stirs more desire in me, as he bathes me in mind-dulling pleasure.
Soon I am moving with him, both of us chasing after the high. His cock slides in and out of me, stretching and molding and claiming with every glide. I’m a mess, he is too, but we keep going. It’s not enough. I need more.
“I’m close,” he growls, snapping his hips harder and faster.
I moan in response, shaking my ass in encouragement and spreading my legs slightly so he can get even deeper. I want to feel more of him, to make him come so hard he won’t ever think to look at another man.
“Mm, so so good. That’s it, let me in deeper. Take from me what you need.”
He lets off his thrusts, and I’m the one in charge now. I’m fucking myself on his dick as I pinch and rub my nipples while he jacks me off. It feels so damn good, like he really is training me. I’ve seen porn, of course, but I didn’t know sex could be this amazing.
“Feels good.”
“Yeah?” He kisses the spot between my shoulder blades and fingers my slit. “Do you like being fucked?”
“Yes, I love it.”
“Good boy. You are doing so well. Taking me so nicely.”
Ripples of electricity surge within me. “Please, I want to come.”
“Yeah?” he purrs. “Come for me then, Daniel. Show me how much you are enjoying this.”
His words undo me. It’s all it takes. I’m spilling the next moment, screaming nonsense as my cock throbs and my ass clenches hard.
Behind me, Derek groans deep and load, pinching my hip.
He starts pumping faster and faster, losing his rhythm in a chaotic chase of his own climax.
I meet his every thrust, lost to the ecstasy as I keep coming.
“Yes, fuck, that’s it. Keep going. Fuck, milk me with your tight ass until there’s nothing left,” he blabbers, growling as he finally tips over the edge.
His cum spills inside me, and it’s the best feeling ever.
It triggers another burst of pleasure within me, which makes me come even harder.
I’m so full I feel like I’ll burst. His pulsating cock breeds me like I really am his bitch, his hands hold me in place so I can’t escape.
I moan and shake, every nerve-ending singing.
Fuck, I could get addicted to this, or maybe it’s too late and just one taste has already made me an addict.
Derek keeps fucking me through the subsiding tremors, his pace slower and gentler. His cum sloshes inside me, and I feel some of it trickle down my left inner thigh.
“Look at you,” he says with reverence, trailing his finger up and scooping the sticky liquid. “So pretty, so well-used.”
He gently grips my wrists and guides my hands to my ass. My knees spread of their own accord and my fingers pull on my ass cheeks, showing off my leaking hole.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” he whispers, pressing a finger inside. It slides without resistance.
After a few more minutes of appreciation, gentle arms come around me and lower me onto the couch.
A wet towel wipes the mess from me, and then we are kissing, languidly and without a worry in the world.
His tongue is hot, dominant, the perfect ending to this crazy session we had.
My body relaxes, I’m boneless. My eyelids turn heavy.
“Did I tire you out?” he chuckles, kissing my nose. “Sleep, you’ve earned it.”
I mean to say something, but between formulating it and saying it out loud I kind of forget what it is. My brain is just too foggy as the post-sex bliss lulls me, so before I know it, I’ve closed my eyes.
When I wake up, Derek is gone. I sit up half-disoriented, with soreness in my ass. There is a note on my coffee table.
I have to attend an event tonight. I considered waking you up, but you were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bring myself to. You did so well today, little artist. You were such a good boy, and you let me use you so well. Call me in the morning and think of me when you go to bed.
Derek.
Butterflies invade my stomach. Fuck, what did I do?
My cock twitches, half-hard already just remembering Derek’s touch.
My hole pulsates with need. I want more.
More of this feeling, more of Derek. I want him to call me good boy again, to teach me how to please him and to make me his, even if we have to keep all that a secret.
Shit, what do I do now?