20. Dylan
Dylan
Ever since we returned from camping, Ford had been extra attentive, snuggly even. And not just in bed. A casual touch of my hip as he passed in the hall, or a little ass squeeze as I washed the dishes. It made me feel appreciated. I’d never been with anyone so attentive and it was the best feeling.
A sharp knock at the door made me jump, pulling me back to the moment.
I had been so lost in thought over Ford, I wasn’t even reading the book in my hands.
Heaving myself off the couch, I headed to the door, hoping it wasn’t River or his two boy toys.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and let it out.
It was just a UPS guy, holding a package. "For Ford," he said, his voice as ordinary as the afternoon. I took the box, a plain, brown parcel, and carried it into the kitchen. Ford came down the stairs, a question on his face until I said, "A strange man brought you a package."
"Is it a big package?" Ford asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Pretty big," I replied, then added, “but not as big as the bulge in the delivery guy’s shorts. It was huge ."
Ford closed the distance between us and shoved me playfully. "Don’t make me spank you!"
“I told you I liked that.” I pulled my shorts down. “In fact, why don’t you do it right now?”
Smack!
“Harder.”
Smack!
That one hurt a little bit more, but I liked it. My hips instinctively bucked forward, grinding against the air. My dick was half-hard already. “Oh god, that was…keep going, please.
Smack!
“Just like that.” I was breathing heavier now, a low groan rolling through my chest. I leaned forward, bracing myself on the counter. "Don't stop.”
“Don’t stop what?” he whispered in my ear. His breath sent shivers through my body.
“Don’t stop, daddy.” I wasn’t joking anymore. Calling him that felt right.
Ford chuckled. “I was looking for please .”
“Please don’t stop, daddy.”
“Fuck.”
I looked over my shoulder at Ford. “What?”
“You’re so fucking hot right now.”
“Yeah?”
Without another word, his hands were on me again, exploring my body, rubbing down my back.
He alternated between soft, teasing caresses and sharp, searing slaps.
A few times his lips brushed against my bare ass, covering it in soft kisses before sending me reeling again with the force of his hand.
My hips were in constant motion, an uncontrolled thrusting against nothing, until I shifted my feet and my cock brushed against the countertop.
I threw my head back and moaned. “Fuck.”
“You like that, huh?” His voice was huskier than normal; I could tell he was enjoying himself.
“God, yes,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “The way you touch me, it’s just-”
"You gonna make a mess all over the counter?"
“If you keep it up, I’m definitely going to cum.” My hips pumped faster, my cock throbbing with each thrust. “Or you could…”
“I could what?”
“You could get on your knees and swallow it for me?"
Ford’s eyes flashed, then he slowly knelt down in front of me. “Give it to me, boy.”
My breath hitched in my throat as I saw his expression. His mouth was open wide, his tongue all the way out and waiting for me. As I felt the warmth of his breath on my cock, I started stroking.
“That’s it. Have I told you how much I love your cock?” He reached out, his fingers tracing under and around my balls, a light, teasing touch that pushed me closer to the edge.
“Uh-huh.”
I felt a pressure between my legs, so I spread them apart. With exquisite slowness, he slid a finger along my perineum until he found my hole and gently pushed in.
“I’m close.”
With a slow, teasing stroke of his tongue, he licked my head, sending a fresh wave of unbearable pleasure ripping through me. “Feed me, Dylan.”
My body shuddered, every muscle tensing. My hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking his mouth. With a few more desperate strokes, I yelled, “I’m cumming.”
Ford’s eager mouth engulfed my cock as it erupted with what felt like the biggest load I’d ever shot. The sensation of him sucking was overwhelming and I had to grab onto his shoulder to steady myself.
As my spasms subsided, Ford’s tongue gently swirled around my softening cock, cleaning the last traces of my jizz. “I love watching you lose control,” he said, wiping his lips.
“Your mouth’s pretty talented.” I leaned on the counter, trying to catch my breath.
Ford shrugged. “I enjoy giving you pleasure.” When I moved to pull up my shorts, he stopped me, telling me to leave them off. Standing up, he grabbed the package from the table. “This isn’t actually for me. It’s a gift.”
“A gift?”
“For you, actually.”
I would’ve jumped up and down if I wasn’t almost completely spent, but I was thrilled Ford had thought of me in that way. Other than giving me his hard cock whenever we wanted to fuck, this would be the first present exchanged since we had become a couple.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You’ll just have to open it and see.”
I practically lunged for it, tearing at the tape with eager hands. Inside, nestled amongst layers of tissue paper, was a treasure trove of underwear from Coyote. My eyes widened, taking in all the colors. "Whoa. This is...a lot of stuff."
Ford leaned against the counter, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I may have asked Tyler to have Declan send over some of his favorite attire for you. He’s modeled for them before. Figured it’s a win-win. You get a bunch of sexy things to wear, and I get to take them off of you.”
“Do you want me to try them on?”
“Of course,” he answered. “Let’s move to the living room.”
Ford sat on the couch, while I started going through the contents of the box. First out was a pair of sleek, black shorts. They seemed eerily familiar.
“I have a pair like that,” Ford said.
“That’s where I’ve seen these before.” I remembered the ones, clinging to his powerful thighs. “Yours are blue, right?”
“Yup.”
There was a bright blue tank top, and a gray wrestling singlet. “Do you have a singlet? I’m thinking we might need to wrestle.”
Ford laughed. “I’ll have to buy one if you want to do that.”
“Or you could just be naked?” I suggested.
“Works for me.”
Next, my fingers brushed against something unbelievably small and flimsy – a black thong.
My eyebrows shot up, a silent question in my gaze, and Ford just whistled.
The last item in the package was a retro-looking burgundy jockstrap.
It reminded me of the vintage porn I used to jerk off to in high school.
“If you don’t have one of these”—I held up the jock—“I’m definitely going to need you to get one. ”
When he didn’t answer, I glanced his way. He was leaning back, arms folded behind his head, watching me. "Well?" Ford said, gesturing to the clothes. "I’m ready for the show.”
One by one, I modeled all of them, but saved the thong for last. I had a feeling it was his favorite. Even though he had seen me naked many times, and I had just dressed and undressed in front of him, I felt a little self-conscious slipping on the thong. I hadn’t really worn one before.
“Damn.” Ford’s eyes devoured me, a hungry, possessive look in them that mirrored my own rapidly intensifying desire. “You look incredible in all of them. How’s that one feel?”
I slid my hands down my torso and around my hips to cup my ass. “Very nice.”
“Come over here.” He motioned, then stood up. The moment I was close enough to him, his hands found my waist, strong and firm, and pulled me against him. I could feel his already hard cock between us.
He leaned down to kiss me, snaking one hand behind my neck and the other down to my ass.
Mine were already busy unbuttoning his shorts.
Breaking the kiss for a second, he pulled his shirt off in one fluid motion as my efforts were rewarded with his shorts dropping to the floor.
Together we made short work of the jock he was wearing, but through it all, I kept the thong on.
Its barely there fabric was like a tease against my ass.
Ford spun me around and gently pushed me forward until I was bent over the arm of the couch.
His fingers found the string of the thong nestled between my cheeks and tugged it to the side, exposing me.
As Ford’s strong hands spread my ass, his hot breath ghosted my hole.
A second later, I felt the slow, teasing stroke of his tongue, circling, pressing, making me curl my toes.
He worked at it, loosening me up in the best way with his insistent exploration.
Without thinking, I pushed back into his face.
“You ready for my cock, boy?” Ford asked.
My body shuddered, thinking of what was to come. “Yes, sir.”
I heard him spit, then his fingers were where his tongue had been, opening me up. In and out.
“Just fuck me already.”
“You’re an eager little sl—shit. I’m sorry.”
I knew what he was going to say…and it didn’t bother me anymore. “It’s okay, Ford. I’m your slut now.”
He looked concerned. “You sure?”
“I really want your cock inside of me. Like, all the time. I think, by definition, I am a complete and total slut for you.” He still didn’t seem convinced. “I’m good. I’m owning my desires. Now stand up and put those muscles to work.” I turned back around and arched my back, then added, “Please.”
And then without another word, he was there, plunging into me with a deep, satisfying grunt.
My cry was muffled against the couch cushion as he filled me completely.
My ass clenched around him, stretched to its limit, as his immense cock made me swoon, over and over.
After repeatedly being rubbed against the smooth fabric below, my own dick was coming back to life with every powerful thrust.
Ford’s hand found my hardening cock. "Damn, you're ready for more already," he said. "I wish I still had that kind of refractory period." He pulled out almost completely, until just the tip was inside me, then drove back in with a Tarzan-like ferocity.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I said, losing myself in the moment.