Chapter 6 #2
“You like that?” I asked, brushing his balls with the stubble on my chin.
He clenched, almost clamping my head between his thighs—which wouldn’t have been the worst outcome.
He moaned in approval for me to keep going, and I did, toying with the little taint line before my lips met his hole.
His skin was nice to the taste, and lifting his legs up to raise his ass, I wanted to sink my teeth in as much as I could before it got nasty.
My tongue licked as I sucked at the small mouthful of his skin, leaving an imprint of my teeth and a nice, deep-red mark on his skin.
“Am I bleeding?” he asked, brows twitching together.
“Just marked,” I told him, kissing at the wet saliva on the impression. “I’m controlling myself as best I can.”
“What are you usually like, then?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Worse,” I said. “You’re my first little. I’ve got to be soft with you, be gentle, to make sure you’re having fun.”
“What do you mean, worse?”
Kissing his skin again, I didn’t want to have this conversation while my tongue was centimeters away from punching inside his ass and opening him up.
“Tied up, punished, those are the types of submissives I attract,” I said, planting my kisses on his inner thigh until I was on my knees in front of him.
I tapped my heavy dick against his, like two swords.
His had a little curve to it, and mine was straight like an arrow—with just as much of an aerodynamic head.
“You’re different,” I said. I’d been trying to tell him that.
“You make me more controlled, you let me play a role I’ve wanted to explore for a long time. ”
He pushed his cock up against mine, as if combating me—it was adorable. This was all so different, and I had to take these moments in, because I didn’t know how many more I’d get. He was singlehandedly scrubbing away all the boys that had come before him.
There was no more waiting. I had lube and condoms in my nightstand—both sides of the bed.
There were a collection of novelty ones, glow in the dark, flavored, some even with the ability to leave the tackiest looking washable tattoos on the shaft.
Isaiah picked the glow in the dark, immediately curious and with those big eyes that begged, asking for permission to roll it down my cock.
He did it well, with encouragement and guidance.
“Good boy,” I whispered, stroking my thumb and fingers on his face like you would a kitten.
“No, lie back, relax, and don’t tense, you might tear your ass. ”
“What?” he mustered.
“It’s happened,” I said. And I think I’d seen more blood on the bed then than I had after a shooting. I smiled. “Relax, baby.”
He chewed on his bottom lip, laying his precious head against the pillow.
I warmed the lube up in my hand before applying it to his freshly eaten ass. I grabbed his legs by the thighs and pulled him slightly so his back was up on my knees. “You wanted this, remember,” I whispered as the thick head of my cock pushed inside him.
Isaiah’s mouth opened wide, no sound. His eyes rolled back, and after a second of me teasing his hole, he moaned. It sent a body-shaking shiver through me, to the point I pushed the entire head inside and found him loosening up rather nicely around me.
“You like that?” I asked. I’d never checked in as much as I was right now, making sure his pleasure was perfect, and that I was just the tool to deliver it to him.
He moaned so sweetly, like he was trying to hold them in, and when they came out, they were just peeps of sounds.
I fucked him in missionary for a moment, and then flipped him over for better access.
He lay on his belly, ass perked up, wiggling for my cock.
I applied a little more lube to the tip, rolled it down the shaft, and let him feel it as it slowly stretched him again, his moans now muffled into the pillow.
“Harder,” he whispered, his head turning from side to side on the pillow, moaning.
Laid out on his back, my entire body covered him, elbows on the mattress and my knees pushing his legs out. He was truly splayed out for my benefit. “You like it this way?”
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
Soft and slow strokes, I was controlled.
One of my biggest struggles was control, and yet around him I found control easy.
I was controlled enough not to have torn his clothes right off him when he walked into the penthouse.
As I thrust my hips and my cock went deeper, I was letting out deep grunts, almost harmonizing with his.
“Daddy,” he let out. “I might come.”
In this position he was being rubbed up and down the bed, his cock no doubt taking most of that friction.
“Come,” I demanded from him. “Make your pretty little hole tighter.” Almost like I punched a come button in his ass, several thin strings of cum shot out across the length of the bed.
His hole tightened, warmer now, and my control left as I went as deep as my hips in his ass would allow my cock to dive.
I unloaded into the condom, and lay right there on top of him, my cock letting out these tickle twitches inside him.
That was . . . better than expected. Now his ass would need to recover, and he would have to decide to stay. I made sure he got all the TLC he needed for that ass’s recovery—a little cream, and a little kiss, but not in that order.