17. TIM
Chapter seventeen
TIM
I can’t even describe the relief I felt when Lion was explaining why he had the accounts. But I just knew he wasn’t lying. He’s not like that. He’s just so carelessly sweet that he really thought what he was doing was to help me. And it did. But did it also help grow this need I have to constantly check for new posts about me, too? I have been obsessed with how everyone sees me. I have been since forever, but it got really out of control last year. That high I get from someone praising me is a tricky thing to just quit. That’s when I started seeing Dr Hamlyn.
It can also push you to keep trying to be better. I’m always trying to be better, working on every flaw, or failure someone posted online like I owed it to them to fix it. To fix myself to be what they thought I needed to be. If I’m honest, that’s where my obsession really started. With the negative posts. I had to know what was wrong so I could make it right. But then there started to be more good posts than bad. More people shared how well I did, or how cool a trick play was, and it was easier to ignore the negative posts until I almost never saw them anymore. Knowing that Lion is the reason that happened, and that it was him wanting to make my world better, is just so incredibly sweet.
I had to ask him to close the other accounts now, though. Now that I know about them, it’s just too wrong to keep them going. And he didn’t even falter when I explained why. He just said okay. I’ve never been in a relationship with a guy that would just say yes because they knew it would make me happy. It’s kind of amazing, and I trust that he won’t open more, too.
I get how others might see it, and Duckie is still a little worried about Lion, but Ian seems to get it. While we were talking at the bar, he said he looked through all the posts and nothing screamed dangerous, just a whole heap of praise. Duckie called it love bombing, but it’s not that. It’s not like Misery either. Lion is just different. He sees who I am and supports me one hundred percent. It’s intoxicating, the feeling of being truly seen. And I’m not ready to let go of that feeling. I don’t know if I ever will be.
He stumbles through the window to my loft, and I climb in afterward, closing it and the blinds after I’m through.
“You said naked, right?” he asks, stripping his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes. His muscles bulge in all the right places, tanned skin tightly wrapping each one with barely a blemish. This guy really is a god.
I lean against the wall and watch him undress.
“Turn around, I want to see that ass I’ll be claiming as soon as you strip.”
He turns and peers over one shoulder.
“Yes, boss,” he replies, looping his fingers into the hem of his pants and pulling them over his round ass, bending forward as he pushes them down.
“Is that a plug?” I ask, stepping forward.
“Oh, right. I forgot I put that there,” he says, looking back at me from his totally head-down position. He really is more flexible than I thought. He’s got his hands around his ankles, lifting his feet free from his pants all the while holding eye contact with me, flashing a cheeky grin that tells me he in no way forgot that it was there. “Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it, but you can’t have really forgotten you have a plug in.”
He shrugs, stepping his other foot out and sliding his pants aside before rising.
“I was going to tell you at the pub, but you were upset and then… Well, I got distracted.”
“When did you do this?”
“I wore it to the game. I wanted to be ready for you if you decided you wanted to… you know.”
I grab my crotch and adjust myself. My cock hard and straining against the tight fabric. “Just knowing you had that in has gotten me so hard.” He licks his lips as his gaze drops to my groin. “Get on the bed, I want a better look at what you did for me.”
Lion climbs onto my bed, turns onto his back and pulls his knees up. There, wedged into his perfect ass, is a purple and green butt plug. The colors of the Funky Monkeys. My team. Just like this is going to be my ass.
“It’s custom,” he says, reaching between his legs and twisting it in place. “I ordered it from this online place, the balls inside look like baseballs.”
“There are balls inside, too?”
“Just five, of different sizes, they get smaller the deeper they go.”
He turns it again, and I can tell by the way his eyes flutter just a little that he likes the way it feels.
“Can I do that?” I ask, and he moves his hand away.
“I told you, it’s yours. You can do whatever you like.”
“Then lie back because we’re going to be here for a while.”
I grab the flavored lube from my bedside table, leaving the drawer open for later. It has a few of my own toys and condoms we might need. I climb onto the bed between his legs, his thick cock resting against his stomach, already half hard and leaking.
As much as I want to taste him again, I want this more. I grip the base of the plug with two fingers and pull slightly, testing his grip on it. There’s only a little resistance, and when I slowly draw it out, his head lolls back, and he lets out a slight moan.
“I’m going to fuck you with this perfect plug you brought until you’re stretched wide open for me, begging me to fill you with my cock, does that sound good?” I ask, and he nods.
“Yes, boss. Whatever you say, boss.”
I bite down on my lip. Hearing him call me that sends a roll of pleasure over my body, culminating in my balls that I’ve never experienced before. I’ve done role-plays with partners in the past but never have I needed to be the one in control. The one calling the shots. The feeling is exhilarating, primal, and so fucking sexy.
“Call me boss again,” I say, squeezing the lube over the plug.
“Yes, boss,” he replies, and I squeeze lube down over his balls, letting it drip into his crease. Sliding my fingers between his ass cheeks, I spread it up and down, his hole already opening for me, and as much as my fingers want to slip inside, I don’t let them. Instead, I push the plug back in and start moving it in and out in a steady rhythm.
He arches his back a little on every insertion as his ass clenches around it.
“Is this good?”
“Yes, boss. So good, boss,” he replies, sending another shiver through me.
He’s opening up, but with this alone, I’m not going to be able to get him ready for me, so I slide it free and coat my fingers in lube.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, and he nods and pulls his knees up higher, spreading himself even more open for me. I start with two fingers, gliding them in easily, feeling the heat of him wrapped around them makes my cock throb in anticipation of being there soon.
“That’s so good,” he groans as I work them in and out, spreading them inside him, stretching him open bit by bit. The strawberry scent of the lube fills the space, and I have to taste it on him. I slip my fingers free and move off the end of my bed, kneeling on the floor.
“Move down but get those legs back up for me the second you are down here,” I say, and he hurriedly does as he’s told.
“Like this?” he asks, raising his legs to point his feet high in the air and holding them by his ankles.
“Perfect.”
I cup his balls, the lube on my hand sliding over them and lift them up to show me his hole. It’s still slightly open, like it’s waiting for me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I slide my tongue down his inside thigh, the rumble in his groan deepening to an almost growl when the tip circles his entrance and then presses inside.
His ass lifts from the bed a little as he encourages me deeper, and I pull his cheeks out further, then slide my thumbs inside with my tongue. He tastes incredible, mixed with the sweet strawberry of the lube, and I stretch and tongue fuck him as he moans and groans on my bed.
My cock is straining against my pants, soaking wet with precome, and I back off, pushing my thumbs deep, massaging him with the pads as I stretch him out.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, and he lifts his head to look at me.
“Fuck, yes, I’m ready, boss.”
“Stay right there. I don’t want to see you move a muscle,” I tell him as I climb to my feet and grab a condom out of the drawer. He turns his head to watch me.
“I said not a muscle,” I scold, and he pouts.
“But I want to see you.”
“I suppose I’ll allow it,” I reply, and I turn to face the bed and let him watch as I flick the button open on my jeans. I go slowly, teasing the zip down and up before revealing my hard leaking cock pressed against my underwear. I loop my fingers in the waistband and strip them and my jeans off in one go before rising and stroking myself slowly right by his face. He leans a little forward, and he licks his lips.
“I so want to taste you right now,” he says, and I shake my head.
“There’ll be time for that, but right now, I’m going to fuck that tight hole of yours until you come all over that perfectly chiseled stomach, and then you’re going to watch me lick you clean.”
“Holy fuck, Tim, that sounds so good.”
I raise one brow, unfurling the condom down my hard cock.
“I thought I asked you to call me boss.”
“Yes, boss, sorry, boss,” he says, the blush rising on his cheeks. “Please, boss man Tim, fuck me and make me come all over myself.”
“As you wish,” I reply and move to the end of my bed. I coat the condom in lube, then add more to his waiting hole, working it inside him with a few fingers just to test again that he’s open for me, and then I position my cockhead. He clenches a little tightening around the knob before relaxing again and almost sucking it inside. His fingers grip into his ankles as I work my way in, the heat wrapping my cock in his perfect tight grip.
Bottoming out, I wait there, pressed against him as his breath settles, and he opens his eyes to look at me.
Holding my gaze, I move out halfway, then slam back into him. His mouth opens in a gasp. Smiling, he says, “Do that again.”
“I didn’t hear the magic word.”
“I mean, please, boss, will you please do that again?”
Having someone so big and strong like Lion begging me to take control is incredible. With every gasp and moan, I just want to fuck him harder. He promised me his ass, and I am going to make it mine.
I slide my hands up his legs until they wrap over his and then test how flexible he really is by pushing back a little, leaning into him, burying my cock deeper and deeper.
“Hold those right there,” I say, and he nods, then I push myself back, my cock moving out before I slam deep inside him again. I go again and again until I’m pounding his perfect tight ass in a steady rhythm. His cock bounces between us, thick and leaking. The vein running down the side blue and perfect has me wishing I could somehow contort myself to suck on him while fucking like this. But there’s just no way. So I grip him with one hand instead and start jerking him in time with my thrusts. His ass clenches around me and sends a jolt of electricity through to my balls. I won’t last much longer with him so tightly wrapped around me. Clenching in pulses as I thrust deeper and deeper.
“Do that again,” I say, and he smirks.
“Yes… boss,” he gasps, releasing his legs but keeping them up and gripping the bed. “How is… this?” he asks, and his ass clenches so perfectly tight around me that I almost explode.
“Holy fuck,” I reply, and I squeeze his cock and start fucking him faster, harder, pounding his sweet ass as the pressure builds and builds, his grip holding me pulsing around me as I fuck him, edging me on until I can’t control my thrusts any longer, they become frantic, and I explode.
“Fuuuuuck, Lion,” I cry out, and his hot come explodes, coating his chest and stomach in beautiful white ribbons.
“Yes, bosssss,” he groans, and I thrust the last couple of times until I’m completely spent. It’s perfect. Well, almost perfect, the only thing that could have topped this moment is if I had been able to fill his ass with my come, but maybe one day, I’ll get to do that, too.
I slide out of him, unroll the condom and tie it before tossing it to the floor.
“Time to clean you up,” I say, bringing his legs down around me.
“Whatever you say, boss,” he replies, and I run my tongue up the length of his thick cock, savoring the taste of him and wondering, how long until we’re ready to go again?