Chapter 29 #2
I pull him with me when I leave the shower, and he follows me like he isn’t sure this is real.
He stares at me, unblinking, like I’m some kind of apparition, as I pat him mostly dry.
But when I shove him back onto the bed, he squawks out an alarmed ‘fuck!’ as he falls backward.
His breath wooshes out of him when he hits the mattress, and he scowls up at me, more alert than before.
“What was that for?”
“I’m real, Tommy,” I remind him while I pull a bottle of lube and a condom out of my bedside drawer. “Don’t look at me like I’m not. You need me to scare you? Spank you? Embarrass you? Then I will.”
“Shit. So fucking hot.” He scoots back on the bed until he’s fully sprawled out. “Do you want me to, um, like, lead? I know you haven’t been with a man before. I can tell you what to do, if you need me to.”
Bashfully, he fidgets on the bed and doesn’t meet my eyes. My sweet boy is trying very hard to be good.
“I think I get the idea,” I smirk. “But I’ll let you know if I have any questions.”
“No need to be a smart ass,” he mutters.
Then he stiffens with a gasp when I crawl over him.
I push his arms up, nip at his inner bicep, kiss his lips, run my hands roughly down his ribs.
I explore the curves of his body more intently, listening to his hums and moans and whines.
I keep exploring until he’s writhing, and when I finally shove his legs apart he nods eagerly.
“Yeah, get it in me,” he pants. He looks away, patting the bed in search of the condoms, which gives me the opening I need to surprise him.
I move further south, licking at his stomach, and he clenches with a cussed exclamation. My lips tingle as I press them into the dips and valleys of his abs, tickle from his happy trail, and then I nibble on the thin, sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
His dick is mostly hard, the first dick I’ve ever had this close to my face, but I don’t hesitate at all.
It doesn’t occur to me to second-guess myself or to be turned-off by the idea of a cock in my mouth.
All I can think of, all I can feel, is Tommy and my desire to fully explore him, consume him.
I want to dive straight into his flames, I want to pour gasoline over the both of us.
I pull his dick into my mouth and suck, looking up his body as I do so to study his reaction. He lets out a gargled noise of pleasure, his pupils blown wide and his eyes even wider.
“Y-Yo-Young-gi,” he moans, the pitch lilting up when I swallow around his tip. I can’t get him as deep as he got me, I don’t have the practice, but I’m eager to learn.
But before I can work on that, his cock starts to soften. He pants, shaking, and I look up to see that his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s white-knuckling the sheets beside him.
I pull off.
It takes him several seconds to even realize I did, further proving that he got lost in his own head for a second there. He blinks up at me, returning to himself all at once.
I just watch him, waiting him out. Eventually, he gives me what I want. He always does.
“He–” He swallows hard. “He used to–to make me, it was how he would sometimes–get me off. Sorry, I-I like you doing that, it’s just that–I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”
Quickly, to cut off that line of thinking, I grab his ankles together in one hand and lift them straight up, folding him in half.
He scrabbles at the bedding with his hands, but the first spank I crack across his ass has him freezing in place, groaning loud and long and uninhibited as I heat his ass up with smack after smack, until I’m sure it’s warm and aching, especially after already spanking him downstairs.
“That’s to help you remember,” I say darkly, lowering his legs, letting him stare dazedly up at the ceiling. “You will not apologize for anything your body does. I’ve told you once before. I’ll remind you as often as you need.”
“Fuck,” he squirms, feeling his stinging ass brush against the bedding beneath him. “So fucking hot.”
While he enjoys the bliss of my correction, my mind races with possibilities.
I want to make Tommy cum, of course I do, but it’s clear that just being on the receiving end of pleasure isn’t enough.
It’s not enough inputs, not enough distraction.
At the nightclub, he said the more the world spins around him, the more chaos and noise there is, the easier it is to let go.
He needs to get his mind off his own thoughts.
He needs someone to help him quiet those noisy, intrusive memories.
When I’ve made him cum in the past, I’ve been spanking him, Daddying him, or choking him.
I can do a little bit of all three.
His ass is probably pretty hot right now; he’ll feel those spanks for a while, so that should help.
I climb off the bed, my dick swelling as my ideas percolate into one plan of action.
“Tommy,” I pat my thigh, and stand beside my tall bed. “Want to suck me, instead?”
“Fuck yeah,” he pants, crawling to me.
“On your back.”
“Ohhh fuck yes,” he hisses, flopping onto his back and wriggling so his head is hanging off the bed, now level with my dick. “Fuck my throat, I’m gonna fucking love this.” He sticks his tongue out invitingly and moans for it.
“Such a slutty boy,” I comment, feeding him my cock. I push deep, not all the way but enough to make his legs twitch on the bed, to make his cock throb and plump back up.
“If you need a break, tap me,” I say sternly, pulling out to make sure he understands.
But he grabs my hips with a growl of annoyance and yanks me back to him, swallowing around my cock greedily.
I let him do it, happy that he’s happy. With gentle touches, I trace the shape of my dick in his throat, pushing all the way inside just to see it.
He chokes and groans around it, breathless and coughing.
I pull out, and make things shallower, but he pulls me back in.
Deciding to let him choke himself as much as he needs, I bend over him, and take his now rock-hard cock into my mouth.
His hands grip my ass and he moans desperately, trying to force me to fuck his face fast and deep.
I give him enough to keep him happy, but pull out and off to check on him a few times.
He looks more and more wrecked each time I check, eyes watering and his mouth glistening from spit as he swallows my dick over and over again.
Fuck, he’s so good at this.
He’s going to make me cum.
And as much as I love cumming down his throat, that’s not the plan today.
I pull back, leaving him gasping for air. His hips thrust and shift restlessly, his dick glistening from my attention.
“Daddy,” he gasps. “Please.”
“Turn around and flip over,” I order, and smile at the way he does it so quickly. So trustingly. So eagerly.
Like a prayer, he starts a quiet chant when I don’t immediately move to touch him again.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he whispers, almost under his breath, getting on his hands and knees for me. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
“I will, sweet boy,” I purr, picking up the lube and letting him hear me open it. “But first, I’m going to prep you.”
And just like I expect, that splashes a little cold water on my anxious, shy boy. He stiffens up, shakes his head.
But doesn’t say his safe word.
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Tommy
“I can do it,” I tell him quickly, already straightening up, reaching for the lube.
He puts me flat on my stomach in a blur of movement I don’t see coming, and I hit the bed with an oomph. While I’m stunned, he lays a few more spanks on my stinging ass, and I writhe from the pleasure-pain.
“Who am I to you?” he asks me, resting his hand on my roasting ass.
“Daddy,” I pant into the bedding. “Goddamn. Fine, prep me if you want, fuck.”
“I was going to.” He sounds like he’s smirking at me. I grumble, then yelp when he yanks my hips up, propping me up on my knees with my face still on the bed.
I start to push myself onto my elbows but he grabs one of my hands. “No,” he orders. “This is my first time doing this. I need to see what I’m doing. Reach back here and hold yourself open for me.”
Shit. Heat and sweet humiliation burn through me, roasting me as much as a spanking does. “What?” My voice squeaks.
“You heard me,” he rumbles. “Reach back here, grab your asscheeks, and pull them apart. Embarrass yourself for me, Tommy.”
“Fuuuck,” I hiss. And of course, it’s this twist of our dynamic that makes my dick so hard I’m practically dripping onto the bed.
I can’t believe I’m this hard, that I’m still hard.
I got to enjoy a blowjob for the first time, like, ever.
His mouth on me was amazing, and I was so blissed out by choking on him that I managed to keep my mind in the present.
He’s a fucking manipulative genius.
With my face as hot as my ass feels, I bury my head in the bedding and grab my cheeks. The sting on my sore ass zings through me deliciously, and I let out a muffled groan, tightening my grip more than necessary to really feel it. And I pull myself apart, just like he asked me to.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. A featherlight touch right over my hole makes me jerk and groan. I’ve never been so exposed, not once in my entire life. I feel even nakeder than naked. He fucking owns me. I wouldn’t do this shit with anyone else.
I hear the lube squeeze out, and turn my head so I can breathe. Not being able to look over my shoulder makes everything about this dialed in on sensation, all about touch. My throbbing ass keeps me grounded. I can still feel his dick in my throat, wish it was still there.
Then his slick finger presses against me and I can’t focus on anything else. I flinch when I feel lube pour onto my hole.
“Goddamn, Daddy,” I complain. “You don’t need that much.”