Chapter 18 Daniel
Daniel
Derek takes his sweet time sucking my dick. I’m a mess by the time he lets off, on the verge of coming, but not able to because of the ribbon.
“Should I let you ride me today, hmm? Would you like that?”
Yes, fuck. “Please…”
He stands, stretching his muscular arms, then pulls me up, too. We kiss. His tongue leaves no corner of my mouth unexplored, marking, claiming. His hands touch any part of me they can get to with greed and urgency, like he can’t get enough.
When we come apart for air, he sits, spreading his legs and giving himself a slow stroke. His flushed cock stands proud, leaking impatiently. I can’t wait to have it inside me, to feel it move as it drives me over the edge.
“Come then,” he says, beckoning me with his finger. “Let’s teach you to ride.”
I saunter over, giving my ass an extra sway. His gaze eats me up, dark and inviting. Slowly, I settle into his lap, pushing my hips out so he can slick my hole. He sucks on my nipples as his fingers prepare me, pulling a moan out of me.
“Are you ready, little artist? To make us both feel good. You are in charge today.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my skin crawling. “Tell me what to do.”
He smiles, inhales me, his hands squeezing my ass, then spreading it. “Position yourself.”
I comply, pressing myself against the tip of his dick. It’s bulbous and wet, teasing me about what’s coming.
“That’s it. Now, let me in slowly. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel every inch.”
My stomach twists, excited and nervous. I’ve been fantasizing about this since he mentioned it, and now I finally get to do it.
Tuning it to my every sense, I push against his cockhead.
There is a little bit of resistance at first, but it gives.
I feel the breach as it happens, the way the tip leads the way and stretches me so the rest can follow.
The angle is different than usual, I control the pace.
I’m still his good boy though, he makes sure to remind me as he snaps his hips and fucks into me.
My vision swirls. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good boy, you are doing so well. Try to move now. Up and down. Use my dick any way you want.”
His words are like an order, compelling and firm. I wrap my arms around his neck and sink all the way down on his cock. “Derek! Fuck!”
“That’s it.” He licks a line up my neck, nibbling on my earlobe. “Let me in. Deeper. I want to own every inch of you.”
I start moving, bouncing on top of him. I don’t rush it though, letting myself get used to the new angle and the way his dick feels somehow bigger.
His hands stay on my ass, keeping it spread, which amplifies the pleasure.
Before long, I’m shaking, going faster and faster as that pressure within me begins to build.
I’m a balloon about to burst, tingling as little shocks of electricity slither across my skin.
“Fuck, Daniel.” The muscles of his legs strain under me.
“Am I doing okay?” I drawl, my vision blurring as I up the pace.
“Yes. So good. More than okay. You are amazing.”
His words are slurred, telling me he’s close. The need to please him spikes within me, quickening my movements. Each slide lets him in deeper and deeper, and then he reaches that spot which makes me see stars.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I chase after that feeling, needing more as desire floods my veins. Control slips away from me, my body taking charge. I can’t think anymore, but I don’t need to as every fiber of me knows what it wants.
“Yes, that’s it. Good boy. Fuck,” Derek groans, fucking into me now as he tries to match my urgency. “I’m close. Use your body and make me come, little artist.”
My world spins suddenly, stars and black dots exploding.
I come with a scream, spilling against his stomach and seeking his mouth.
He opens for me, his taste sweet and carrying a hint of me.
I continue to bounce on top of him as I ride out my orgasm, waves and waves of pleasure flooding my core.
He’s close too, almost there. It’s evident in the way his muscles tense under me, in the way his hands grope me harder. Just a little bit more.
I feel even fuller than before, almost like he’s too much. But I don’t stop, sliding up and down his hard slicked cock like my life depends on it.
He roars, ending the kiss. His entire body jerks and then he’s coming, spilling inside me and making me launch into the sky all over again. I love the feeling of his throbbing cock, the way his cum floods me and reaches parts that his dick couldn’t.
“Mm, yes. Take it all. Don’t let even a drop go to waste,” he mumbles, hips rocking up and down.
He slows down eventually, the urgency leaving him as the aftershocks of his climax dull down. With his cock still inside me, he repositions us horizontally on the couch, throwing his arms over me in a comfy hug.
“Did I do well?”
He kisses my shoulder. “Yes. Such a good boy.”
I smile, pressing my lips to his fingers, which are playing with locks of my damp hair. It’s so relaxing, it starts to lull me. “We need to wash up,” I say, my eyes closing.
“Shh. Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of you. Just sleep now.”
I want to protest—it’s an extremely bad idea to go to bed without washing off the sticky cum. But I’m too boneless and it just feels too comfortable in his embrace, so before I can gather my remaining strength and get up, I drift off.
There’s no trace of last night’s mess when I wake up. My body smells like my shower gel, and I realize I’m not in the lounge anymore. I’m in my bed.
Cheeks burning, I stare at the closed door. Did Derek wash me and carry me here?
I grab a pillow and bury my face in it. Fuuuuuck, why is he so perfect?
A text distracts me from my internal euphoria just as it’s about to get too much. I place the pillow down and grab my phone from the nightstand.
Derek: I regret not being able to sleep in. Yesterday, I closed a really big deal and there is a lot of stuff that needs to be done. I thought about waking you up with a blowjob, but you looked so tired, I couldn’t bring myself to.
I squeal. He’s too much.
Me: I appreciate that. And congratulations. I hope it’s smooth sailing from here on.
Derek: You were amazing last night.
I blush. Jesus, it’s way too early to be getting horny!
Me: So were you. I can’t wait for our next lesson.
Derek: Maybe I should get you a toy or two so you can practice when I’m not around.
Well, fuck. Thinking about this was the last thing I needed today!
Me: Promises, promises.
Derek: This partnership… It’s a really big deal, actually. But we didn’t get to celebrate yesterday.
Didn’t we? I’m pretty sure the mind-blowing sex counts.
Derek: Let’s grab dinner, say, tomorrow. There’s a really good sushi place.
I gasp, clasping my mouth with both hands. Oh my god, is he asking me out on a date? Fucking is one thing, but going out in public… Does he not care if people see us together? Even though he’s dating Adam? I chew on the inside of my cheek. This is so fucked up, yet my heart is beating like crazy.
Me: I don’t know…
Derek: It’s my treat. You can order everything on the menu if you want.
I shouldn’t go… But I want to. I’m a horrible person.
Me: Okay, but I can’t tomorrow. I’m going to Jesse’s studio. The day after? If that works for you.
His message comes after a minute or two.
Derek: Sure. I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.
I grin at my phone like an idiot. Fuck. This is insane. I can’t believe Derek asked me out on a date!