16. Rio
Ikissed Saint for a long time, a pastime that I was already quite adept at. He often melted after only a few minutes but even though I could tell he was enjoying it, he wouldn’t – or more likely couldn’t – settle and submit. Instead, he was almost fighting me for control of the kissing. His hands ran over me restlessly, stroking up under my shirt to stroke over my pecs and belly, down to cup my bulge, and around to tease at the waistband of my jeans.
I had thought leading him into a scene and taking care of him would help, but it appeared that wasn’t the case, and my body was beginning to get a different idea entirely.
“Saint… Saint, do you want to try to switch? Maybe top?” I asked when he left my lips to mouth down the side of my neck.
His head popped up and he looked at me. “Really?”
I nodded. After the way he had been handling me, my body was very, very interested in whatever Saint might have in mind for me.
“Yes.” He sealed his mouth to mine again and where he had been fighting me for control before, he was now simply taking it as I gave it over to him. I moaned into the kiss, my eyes closing as the pleasure of submitting slid down my spine.
“All the limits you said before?” Saint asked after a few minutes of heavy kissing.
“Sí. Safeword is cactus,” I replied. I opened my eyes to smile at him and lifted my arms up to strip my shirt off. He admired me and I flexed subtly just to watch his eyes dilate, then grinned at him.
“What do you like to be called when you’re switching?” Saint asked, his eyes locked on my body.
I hadn’t expected that question and of all the things that he could have asked, that was the one thing that would make me blush. “Osito,” I answered, remembering that word being purred both affectionately and in warning. The memory made me shiver hard.
Saint was watching and his lips curled into a smile that had my cock throbbing. “Oh…” he purred, his accent thickening. “Osito… my pretty little bear?”
I moaned as pleasure and desire poured through me, then chuckled. “Sí. Fuck, yes…”
Saint chuckled evilly. He stripped quickly, then stepped up and went to work on my belt, button, and fly. He reached into my jeans and cupped my erection through my underwear, then teased his fingers into the slit of the fabric to stroke over my hard flesh with the lightest brush of his fingertips. My hips kicked forward of their own volition and he tisked, then chuckled. “Eager.”
“Not my fault you’re a wet dream,” I shot back, sliding my hands up his sides the way I knew he liked. He loved to have my hands run over his body, both sexually and in general. I kissed him sweetly, tempting him without making an overt gesture, inviting him to put me where he wanted me.
Saint understood what I was asking for and hugged me to him while he took the kiss deeper for a minute, then ran his hands down my body to push my pants and underwear down. I stepped out of them, stripped off my shirt, and tilted my head down, looking at him through my lashes.
Saint laughed softly and shook his head. “Are you a tease when you’re playing?”
I shook my head. “No… I like to think of myself as ‘inviting.’ …Is that accurate?”
Saint’s eyes searched my face, flicking all over as his smile went thoughtful. “Yes…” he said quietly before he kissed me again. His hands went down my back to cup my butt and dragged me tight against him. His erection poked my stomach and I wormed my hand between us to stroke him once but he shook his head. “Onto the bed. I’m gonna have some fun with you.”
Something in his tone, as much as the words, sent tingles through me and I obeyed immediately. I had the feeling that Saint wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but if he wanted to figure it out on me, I was game.
Saint looked me over for a minute and I could see the wheels turning. I stretched a little, emphasizing my chest and belly with my arms over my head in a submissive gesture. I enjoyed being pinned and kissed, and I had done that to him several times already. I watched his eyes dilate as he took in my body and I moved a little more, this time shifting my hips to draw his eyes downward, hopefully to my cock. It worked, I saw his eyes slide down, and he licked his lips before he looked me in the eye again.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked. “There’s everything for the taking, after all…”Saint’s eyes ran down my body and back up and he swallowed, then frowned slightly. “I… I’m not sure.”
I tilted my head. “Why?”
He nibbled his lip, pulled in a breath to speak, paused, then blew it out again. “I want to do this… but I’m worried I’m going to screw it up,” he admitted quietly.
I lowered my arms and held my hand out to him. He took it without hesitation and I tugged him down on top of me. I kissed him lightly, softly, inviting him to lead it and when he did I hummed into his mouth. “Hold me down and kiss me?” I asked when he seemed like he was really back into it.
Saint pulled back enough to look at me, and whatever he saw must have satisfied him because his lips curved into a smile. One at a time, he grasped my wrists and moved them up next to my head on the pillow, flexing his hands on them while he settled more comfortably on top of me. He lowered his head and kissed me with a certain deliberateness that sent heat through my body, and when he lifted his head to check in the next time I arched to rub myself against him. “More?” I asked, my voice deeper and rougher.
I barely had time to see his smile get even wider as he kissed me again, pushing down on my wrists a little. I resisted slightly and he looked at me again quickly, but I smiled back. “Don’t let me get away,” I said. “Hold me down.”
“Oh…” he breathed, then outright grinned. “You’re not going anywhere, Osito…” he purred and muffled the moan that name caused with a deep kiss.
Once Saint found his stride everything took off quite spectacularly. He seemed to enjoy holding me down, which I was completely on board with. When I resisted he pushed harder, quickly catching onto my enjoyment of that. I liked to feel restrained when I was submitting and I regretted the lack of anything we could use to fashion restraints. If he wanted to play like this again I might need to make a quick trip to an adult shop for a set of bondage cuffs.
Saint was not shy when it came to the business of preparing me. He waited until I was near to the point of pleading, but still enjoying the part that came before, being held down and teased with the promise of more – in this case, that was a thigh between my legs that was close enough to feel but not enough to actually grind on.
“Saint…” I groaned when he nibbled down my chest. “God I want it… Please…”
His response was a hard suck on one of my nipples that slammed my head back into the pillow. He slid off me and I wanted to follow, but he still held my hands. “Do you need fucked, Osito?”
“Sí! Te deseo…” My voice was already rough with need, my cock leaking as I pushed up against his hold again. He pushed back and I moaned, opening my eyes to look at him.
Saint was over me, still holding my hands, blue eyes searching my face and body. I smiled at him, fluttering my lashes. “Por favor, Sexy…” I begged, and watched him nod.
He released one hand and floundered around for the lube I had stashed in the drawer for hand-jobs, then pulled me up onto my side with our fronts tight together.
He hiked my thigh over his leg, dropped the lube behind me, and ran his hand up my ass cheek. “You call me sexy, but I could sink my teeth into this ass,” he said, squeezing it.
I wrapped my arm over his ribs and kissed him, pushing my ass out into his hand a little. “I could be into that,” I said. “I could be into a lot of things.” I grinned at him. “And I’d like it if you would be in me soon.”
Saint laughed, almost seeming surprised at my dirty joke, but not displeased. “We’ll get there,” he said, teasing and massaging my ass. He grabbed the lube, got his fingers slippery, and went to work stroking over my hole while he kissed me. He might be new to Domming but he was obviously not new to topping and by the time he had one finger in me to the second knuckle I was already getting desperate.
He pumped one, then two, then three fingers in and out of me while he kissed me, and then I heard a soft chuckle just before electricity jolted from deep inside me to every point of my body.
My hands clenched and I realized after I had done it that I had dug my nails into his back. “I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly, and he narrowed his eyes at me and gave another slow rub to my prostate in reply.
“Saint?” I asked once I had recovered from that. I had clenched my hands again when Saint had done it the second time and he let his lips widen into a smile that could only be called evil.
“If you’re going to scratch me up, you’ll have to earn it,” he said huskily.
My mouth fell open as he swiped my prostate again. I arched into him and scratched lines down his back that made him growl into my neck, then chuckle roughly. “Yeah, just like that,” he said before he pushed me onto my back and then hauled my ass into his lap. I heard the sound of lube being applied to skin, and then I was grappling for the headboard as he breached me without further preamble.
I moaned deeply, digging my nails into the wood as Saint’s cock burned me deliciously, but Saint shook his head. “Hands on me,” he ordered, leaning over me as he began to rock slowly. “Later on I want to see how well I fucked you, my Osito.”