Chapter 11 #2
After a few turns, Drew’s talking morphed into grunts and moans.
Any pretense of modesty had gone out the window, and I loved it.
Drew was completely lost. He moaned and moved like a man without inhibitions.
Each thrust into my mouth was more forceful and demanding than he’d ever been.
He wanted his satisfaction, and he intended to take it.
And I was fucking here for it.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait anymore without embarrassing myself,” I confessed with a whisper against his sweat-slicked skin. As I spoke, I eased my hand away from his cock and found his puckered hole.
Drew planted his feet on the bed and thrust forward. I caught and cradled his ass and allowed my fingers to brush against his most intimate part.
“Daddy, please, no more teasing. Just fuck me. Please.”
There was never a chance I’d turn down a request like that.
“Shhh, I’m gonna take care of you,” I murmured softly.
I tugged a few times on his cock while I reached over to the nightstand to grab some lube.
I flipped the lid off and drizzled some onto my fingers, then slicked up my cock.
Immediately, I returned to his tight hole and poured some there too.
I had no clue how long it had been for him, but I wasn’t taking any chances with hurting him. He was too precious for the risk.
“Daaaaaaaddy,” Drew whined. “I want you inside me.”
Hell, if I’d known sex was the key to getting him what he wanted, and liked, I would have pushed for it sooner. Maybe not exactly true, but the point was the same. I was fucking here for it.
“Shhhh, I got you.”
I eased the tip of my finger inside him and pushed forward. I curled it a little. His soft moans went straight to my own painfully hard cock. I gave myself a few tugs, trying to find some relief until I could finally put myself in him.
Carefully, I slid one lubed finger into his hole to loosen that first tight ring of muscle, then slid in a second. His body gripped me like a vise. The second took him a little longer to get used to, but his cock never stopped leaking. The shiny head tempted me, and I kept sneaking tastes of him.
His moans were getting louder and less coherent.
They were more babble than anything. Drew kept his feet firmly planted and thrust into the air, seeming to seek some kind of relief.
After the third finger, he needed to catch his breath before I continued.
Splayed across the pillow with chewed lips and acres of sweaty skin, he’d never looked sexier.
I was desperate for relief, but everything could be shoved aside to ensure Drew was taken care of the way he deserved. It wouldn’t have surprised me if Drew was used to pushing aside his own needs for his partner’s wants, and I’d be damned if I’d be another one to do that to him.
When I curled my fingers to touch against the magic spot inside him, he came off the bed with a keening cry.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
His chants were interspersed with gasps and grunts. For once, his hair was mussed, his lips were raw from whisker burn and nibbles, and sweat dribbled down his neck and chest. He’d never looked more beautiful or more perfect.
“Tell me what you want.”
It was an order, but delivered with all the love that I knew was blooming in my chest for him.
“You, Daddy.” He paused to drag more oxygen into his lungs. “I want you to fuck me.”
That was all I needed.
Our mouths crashed together, and neither of us pretended it wasn’t our desperation.
Drew surrendered and let me take full control of the kiss.
He melted under me, and I poured everything I could into the action.
Each moment brought us more tightly entwined with each other, and I was absolutely here for it.
“I got you, sweetheart,” I promised.
Drew was beyond doing anything but thrashing his head against the pillow. His protesting noises made me smile when I withdrew my fingers, but they were quickly replaced with the head of my cock.
My attempts to go slow were thwarted when Drew surged forward and fully impaled himself on my cock. His cry was a cross between pain and relief. Truthfully, I was shaky as hell from the sensation myself, but I sure as fuck didn’t want him to hurt himself.
“Drew, christ, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I admonished him.
“Need you too much, Daddy,” was his strangled answer.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Rather than keep up the pretense of argument, I gave this boy exactly what he wanted.
My hips snapped forward, and he cried out in something that sounded closer to relief.
Once I was fully seated inside him, I remained still until I was sure he’d had a chance to adjust. The tightness of his channel threatened to overwhelm me.
When I was sure he could handle my thick cock without tearing something, I moved slowly.
That wasn’t good enough for Drew because he untangled his legs from around my waist and planted them firmly on the bed.
“Boy, if you don’t put your legs back where they belong, you’re not coming.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Drew wound his legs around me again. Satisfied he wasn’t going to hurt himself, I surged forward and let instinct take over. Drew’s pleas spurred me on. I moved one of his legs over my shoulder, and I fucked him until I hoped he forgot his own name.
He matched every movement and thrust with one of his own until we were both crashing into one another in a desperate search for release. When we finally came, I poured myself into him, and he joined me. We came at nearly the same time, and his cum spilled all over my hand.
Our pants filled the silence of the room, and wave after wave of pure relaxation rolled over me. Drew’s hole spasmed around my spent cock. In the quiet room, the only sounds were our gasps and pants.
Drew clutched me close when I made a move to get off him, so I ended up collapsed on him while I pressed him into the mattress.
“I’m boneless,” he murmured against my neck.
“I am now.”
He huffed a small laugh, which I claimed as a win.
“You good?”
“Mmmm.”
“Does that mean yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah what?”
“Yeah, Daddy.”
“Best boy in the world.”