Nineteen
Bart
It was obvious that Keith did not like giving up control, but I gave him no choice and took it.
He was hard as a rock and leaking when I couldn’t resist any longer and swallowed him down, thankful for my nonexistent gag reflex like never before.
He towered over me like a wall of solid muscle, but he wasn’t in charge right now, and he needed to remember that.
I pulled my lips off with a pop before standing and planting a wet and dirty kiss on his lips.
“Strip and get on your hands and knees on the bed. Where’s your lube and condoms?”
“Dresser,” he panted and hurried to pull his boots off while I did the same and walked over to the dresser fully naked before even looking at him. After choosing the wrong drawer. I found what I needed after rummaging around in a second drawer then slipped on a condom.
When I turned back and got an eyeful of this beautiful man on his hands and knees waiting for me, I couldn’t hold back my gasp. “You are so perfect. How did I get so lucky?”
“I could say the same,” he panted.
Unable to resist I cupped his buttocks in both hands and spread him wide before blowing lightly on the delicate skin there. He flinched before spreading his knees a little wider. “Patience.”
“You’re trying to kill me aren’t you. You and your sexy in control always—nyagh.
” His words cut off the moment my tongue started to do dirty things to his backside.
Dirty things I knew he would love and the fact he stopped talking and was now groaning told me I was right.
He was so reactive and so open to anything.
How the fuck did I get so lucky? Not that I was questioning it because right now a gorgeous mountain of a man was letting me have my way with him and I planned to take full advantage.
His hips circled and he pressed back but every time he did, I flattened my tongue against his hole and denied him what I knew he wanted. “Patience, baby,” I murmured.
He reached for his dick, but I wove my fingers with his and pressed his hand back down to the bed then went back to working him into even more of a frenzy.
When he made a sound I knew was more frustration than passion, I kissed the base of his back and leaned forward covering him with my body.
My covered dick pressed into his crack, and I moved just enough to give him a taste but not enough to press inside him.
“Bart, please,” he moaned.
“Whatever you want, baby,” I crooned. He startled at the flick of the lube lid and held perfectly still while I poured it on him. “Want me to loosen you up?”
“It’s been a while,” he whispered and I wondered exactly how long that was.
I slowly pressed a finger into him, and he was so fucking tight I worried I might not be able to get inside him after all, but then he relaxed and after a few more kisses and lots of comforting rubs to his thigh and lower back, I managed to work three fingers into him. “Yessss, so good,” he groaned.
“Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.” His hips moved with my fingers and after adding lube to my other hand I lightly held his dick while he moved.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and lined myself up to his hole.
Even though I’d stretched him he was still tight, so I took my time and pressed in slowly while pulling out and pressing back in a little deeper.
“Almost there, you feel so fucking good.” He grunted but didn’t show any signs of discomfort, and when he pressed back against me and sighed, I relaxed and started to ease in and out of him.
He stretched his arms out and relaxed lower onto the bed while I gripped his hips and started to speed up.
The sounds he made drove me on and if I wasn’t careful, it would be over far too soon.
He tried to reach his dick that I knew had to be screaming for release, but I pushed his hand back and pulled out. “Roll over.”
He didn’t hesitate and as soon as he pulled his legs up, I was back inside and watching every emotion that crossed his face. Unable to resist him for a second more I kissed him deep and slow as I moved in and out of him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured against his lips.
He grunted and I knew I’d played him as long as he was going to let me.
I gripped him in the hand that had lube on it and slammed into him.
Riding him harder than I had earlier and not holding back even a little.
He groaned and his legs struggled against my hold as his back arched and he painted his chest with ribbons of his release.
The moment his ass tightened on me I followed right behind him before he was finished until we were drained and my softening dick stared to slip out of him.
I caught the condom and pulled it off and took a beat to enjoy the view below me.
This handsome man laid out before me looking both debauched and relaxed, covered in his own climax and panting like he’d run a marathon. His eyes opened and he grinned at me.
“Where have you been my whole life,” he whispered.
“Waiting to meet you,” I said. “Come on, let’s shower.”
He led me to his bathroom that was just across from his bedroom and thankfully had a shower.
After adjusting the water, he took my hand and guided me under the water.
The shower was just big enough for the two of us but small enough we were always touching.
Not that I minded, and by the constant brush of his fingers I’d say he didn’t either.
“Please stay,” he murmured against my shoulder after he’d finished washing my back and rinsing it.
“Okay.” He didn’t need to know that I never stayed over, and that when I hooked up with someone it was always a one-night stand no matter if they called or I was tempted to.
I never went out with them again. Too afraid of commitment I couldn’t live up to, and too worried about them getting tired of my need to take control in the bedroom.
“Really?”
“Really,” I said and spun around to face him. “I really like you, Keith.”
“I like you too,” he whispered before kissing me again while I forced myself to stop planning my escape like I always did.