Chapter 29 #3
“If I want you this wet, you’ll be this wet.
” He punctuates his statement with a sloppy-sounding plunge of a single finger inside me.
I cut off a moan, holding my breath. He hums, using his other hand to fondle my balls, which hang between my spread legs because I’m fucking debasing myself, baring myself, for him. Ugh, it’s so fucking hot.
In the shower, he didn’t explore inside me, just got the job done. But this time, he seems enamored with the feeling of me. And I know what he’s looking for, so I shouldn’t be surprised when he finds it, but–
“Fuck me,” I groan when he finds my prostate. “Right there, Daddy.”
He hums again, approvingly. I expect him to go for it, to push in another finger and get to business, to work me open fast and nasty, but he just presses against that spot inside me, working it like he wants to see if it will make me cum. I choke, groan, flush with embarrassed heat.
I know my fingers are flexing on my ass, my hole is twitching. I can’t even imagine the eyeful he’s getting right now. He’s such a bastard about staring too, so I know he’s looking right at me. Right at my center. Fuck.
“Put in another one already,” I snap at him, trying to get a little control back.
“What’s wrong, Tommy?” he asks, unbothered. “Feeling a little slutty for holding yourself open for me? You should. But you’re such a pretty slut, such a good boy. I love that you embarrass yourself for me.”
“Fuck off, put in another–shit!” My back arches when he massages my spot hard and tugs on my ballsack. My hands slip and I have to readjust, face burning because he’s watching me re-spread myself. “This is some real fucked up shit, Young-gi.”
“It’s really not,” he comments, finally teasing a second finger around the edge of my ass. “I could get a lot more fucked up. I probably will, someday soon. But for now, this is enough. This is what we want. What we need.”
He shoves a second finger inside me quickly, like he’s expecting me to argue like I always do about that word, but instead I moan out a broken, wrecked, ‘yes’.
Because me needing things is new, but okay, I can wrap my head around that.
But Young-gi, needing me back? Goddamn, I think I can get on board with anything to have that.
Another squirt of cold lube precedes the slick, wet, messy sound of his two fingers opening me up. It’s fucking obscene, the only other sound in the room besides my harsh breathing. It’s acutely filthy and so nasty hot, humiliating in a good way.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I accuse.
“Obviously.”
“Asshole,” I hiss, then squeal when he squeezes my nuts and pegs my prostate real good.
“What was that?” he asks me. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you whining for it like the precious cumslut that you are.”
“Fuck yo–ugh!” He does it to me again, and I bite the bedding and groan, miserably turned-on and terribly into this. This is so fucking weird, but so fucking hot.
“Give me three!” I demand, desperation making me sweat. “Please, please, I’ll be good, shit, goddamn, please–”
He gives me a third one, along with another generous application of lube.
It’s dripping down my balls at this point, I feel a bead of it making its way slowly down my taint, down the length of my cock.
He chuckles in that breathy way of his when I make a sound that’s a horrible cross between an annoyed growl and a delighted moan.
He knows where to touch me, so he keeps me distracted and fucked-up until I’m quivering, my fingers digging into my asscheeks to re-awaken that just-spanked feeling, trying to keep my head in the present moment.
Trying to keep this momentum, this breathless whirlwind, so I don’t lose my erection and ruin everything and–
Shit, focus!
I gasp when Young-gi pulls his fingers out all at once, and flips me over onto my stomach. I look down the length of my body at him, panting for air, and realize I’m only half hard now. Shit.
“S-sorry,” I start, only to swallow my words when he grabs my ankles and folds me in half again, swatting at my stinging backside.
“You. Don’t. Say. Sorry. For. This,” he reminds me, each word a sharp spank until I’m groaning just the absolute sluttiest groan you could possibly imagine, but even sluttier than that.
My dick is rock hard again. Shit, I’m such a fucking mess, but I think Young-gi has me all figured out.
Thank god someone does, because I sure don’t.
I’m still blissing when he notches his cock at my ass, and I moan enthusiastically, spreading my legs for him. He leans over me, one of my knees hooked over his elbow, his other hand pressed into the bed beside my face. I turn my head and kiss his wrist, then lick it, while he pushes inside me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his head hanging on his shoulders as he goes deeper. I hum in appreciation, pleased and smug. He feels divine inside me. I knew he would.
“You like it, Daddy?” I ask teasingly. His eyes flash up to me, narrowed and burning with dark fire.
He snaps his hips against me, and I gasp at the deep pleasure, the stretch and burn, and the smack of his skin against my stinging, sensitized ass. I’ve been spanked to hell and back, and I’m feeling it, holy shit. He gives it to me good, but I already know–I already know–
“I’m–” I cut off my apology because as much as I love getting reminders from him, I don’t want him pulling his dick out of me.
I want it to stay inside. So I wrap my legs around him like a trap snapping shut, so he can’t pull out.
“I’m not hard, I can’t cum, I-I like it, don’t stop, please, I just can’t–Daddy, please, I’m–I’m not–”
“Shhhh,” he stills inside me, grinding deep.
My eyes roll back and he takes advantage of the blissed-out weakness of my muscles to unlock my legs and pull out.
I groan, annoyed, but I’m also intrigued because I know him, and I know that if he wants me to cum, he’ll make it happen one way or the other.
He flips me over again, and I expect some spankings, but instead he yanks me up onto my knees, upright until I’m leaning back against his chest. With careful movements he sinks his cock back into me while biting on my shoulder, like he’s keeping me still with his teeth.
My dick jumps and I lean into it, all about it.
“Primal play is the shit,” I pant. “Let’s do that sometime, Daddy.”
He runs his tongue over the stinging bite mark. “Okay, sweet boy. But for now, remember this?”
When he wraps his hand around my throat, the other around my half-hard dick, I nod and moan and shift my hips, trying to fuck myself back on his cock and into his grip. “Yeah, shit– yeah, choke me. Make me feel high. I need it, please, I need it!”
He tightens his hold on me, sinks his teeth back into my shoulder and presses down on the veins of my neck. All at once, I feel tingly, floaty; I’m spinning, I’m free-falling, I’m breathless.
“God, yes!” I let myself relax into this, into this moment.
“There you go,” Young-gi growls against my skin, biting marks all over my shoulder. “It’s okay to like it. It’s okay to feel good.”
Before I can answer, he switches his grip and cuts off my airway instead. “Elbow me if you need to safe word,” he says, before starting to piston his hips into me like he’ll die if he doesn’t fuck the life out of me.
I can’t shout or moan; all the noise is stuck inside me with my air.
My eyes roll back, my dick is so hard and achy that it’s radiating pleasure through my entire body.
His cock hitting my spot is gonna make me pass the fuck out.
I think I’m having a stroke. Oh god, oh fuck, this is, this is so good–
I would do anything for this.
Sound muffles, my ears ring. I can hear his growly breathing, my own heartbeat, but not much else. But god, I can feel so much more.
My vision dims and I smile.
Before I can fully lose consciousness, he changes his grip again, giving me back my air but restricting my blood flow. I gasp for air, shuddering, sound and sight returning all at once.
“Shit!” is the first word I can manage, followed by some unintelligible moans and cries. The slaps of his cock fucking into me are so loud, and he’s going so rough and hard that it’s like he’s spanking me all over again. I’m in heaven, I’m overwhelmed.
He’s so deep, god his cock inside me is my new drug.
I’m–
I’m gonna–
“Young-gi-” I call for him, scrabbling at his arms with grabby hands, shivering all over, falling apart. “Young-gi, I’m gonna, I-I can’t! I can’t!”
He doesn’t argue with me, just changes his grip again, then again. He fucks me through it, putting my stamina to shame until I’m, no joke, maybe going to pass out.
Everything except for us fades away. No past, no future. Just us.
And I cum harder than I ever have in my entire life.
I cum so hard I scream, which is a first. I quake in his arms, crying out his name, and tighten around his dick so suddenly that I pull him with me, and he cums into the condom inside me with a deep, masculine groan.
“Tommy,” he presses kisses into my sweat-damp skin, and collapses to the side with me still locked in his arms, his dick still inside me. “Baby. So good, so brave. What a sweet boy. That was so good. Exactly how it’s supposed to be.”
And he just goes on and on with that shit while my head spins and I slowly come back to reality.
He’s patient, as always. His dick slips out of me once he’s soft and he tosses the condom somewhere, careless because he’s so focused on me right now, and that feels good.
It feels nice to be so important to someone.
“Goddamn,” I croak, wrung out, still shivering.
He pulls a blanket over me, over us, and lays himself all over my back. “Are you cold?”
“My ass fuckin’ hurts,” I rasp. “You fucking spanked me a lot today.”
“Mmm, yeah,” he agrees, pleased. “I did.”
“D-ickhead.” I try to insult him but my voice cracks on an aftershock and it comes out embarrassingly high-pitched. I elbow him when I feel his silent laugh against my back. “Shut up and get me some goddamn water.”
His lips curl into a smile against my shoulder, where he presses one final kiss, before rolling out of bed to get me some much-needed hydration.
I end up panting on the bed, awareness returning slowly.
That was the most amazing experience of my entire life. How does Young-gi always seem to know what I need?
He’s the Tommy whisperer.
I snort at my stupid thoughts. He fucked me dumb. I have less brain cells now, I just know it.
My stomach growls, and I groan, then kick my legs with an agonized whine because I don’t want to get out of this comfy bed. Young-gi is about to come back with water for me and cuddle with me and that sounds like the perfect post-sex situation.
My stomach growls again. I want to ignore it, but I know it will only get worse, so I get up on shaky legs to follow Young-gi’s path to the kitchen.
“What was that you said earlier about breakfast?” I call after him, using the wall as support because my legs are wobbly and I’m still all fucked-out and blissful.
And sore, but in the best way.
“Come eat,” his voice echoes to me from the kitchen. “I knew you were hungry. You’re lucky I’m not making you hold soap for that, young man.”
I grin. I try to stop it, try to hold it in, but I can’t. I even stand in the hallway an extra second, giving myself time to pack that smiley shit away. But it stays.
Goddamn, I know he just dicked me down good, but did he actually fuck me stupid?! My body thrums with pleasurable aftershocks, making me think that yeah, maybe he did, and maybe I loved it.
Yeah, this smile isn’t going away.
“Tommy,” he calls, almost menacing. “Is there a reason you’re standing in the hallway? Come eat, or I’ll help you.”
I huff, giving in to the inevitable. Oh well. I guess new Tommy likes to smile. At least, for Young-gi.