34. This is the End #2
Anders hums around me, pleased with himself.
The sound nearly destroys what little composure I have left.
When he locks my gaze in a teasing hold and licks the ridge of my crown, it fully sends me over the edge.
“Come here,” I beckon, hooking my finger.
Anders lifts up on his knees and wraps his arms around my neck, mashing his mouth to mine.
I smack my hand to his ass, plunging my fingers deep inside his core, but stopping when I realize how insanely tight his ass is. “Fuck.” I pull back. “Go get the lube.”
“You get it,” he argues against my mouth. “Princess.”
“Mm. Hilarious.”
He yelps as I hook my arm around him, grab the nearest bottle of lube, and stumble back to our bed. Anders straddles my legs and reaches behind to grip my length.
After pouring a generous amount out onto my fingers, I sweep the curve of his crease and drench his little pussy until he’s slick and dripping with his own juices. “Special trick,” I murmur, thrusting two fingers up his entrance and hooking them at an angle.
“Holy fucking shit,” Anders immediately gasps. “What the fuck?” His warmth closes around me, slippery and rigid. “Mmm-God, Pet’ka.”
I choke out a laugh. “Yeah? Right there?” My fingers keep plunging in and out, scissoring back and forth to loosen his ring. When I flutter them inside, he melts against me, a complete, whimpering mess.
“Mm,” he whimpers, nodding. “Right there, Pet’ka.” Pressing right into his prostate nearly kills him. He tucks his head against my shoulder, breathing unsteadily like he’s trying to endure something more painful than I know this is.
“Stimulating this spot a few times will make you feel even better when I stick my dick in you,” I murmur. “Guys are always so sensitive here…”
Anders whimpers again, anchoring a hand against the back of my neck. I brush my lips against his temple. “Can’t talk?” I tease.
He lets out a slow breath against my skin. “Daddy,” he hums softly. “Mhm.”
I can’t handle this. It’s one thing to call me Daddy during sex, but the way he says it now…
it feels terrifyingly intimate. But even worse—the way my body reacts to it makes me feel things I probably shouldn’t.
“You’ve gotta stop with that,” I breathe, the unevenness in my voice giving me immediately. “I like it too much.”
His breath ghosts across my skin, murmuring something beneath his breath.
“What was that?”
He nudges his nose against my neck, playing with my hair.
“But you are,” he whispers. Unbearable heat flashes through me.
The kind that leaves your skin stinging afterward.
It takes over before I can push it back.
My body responds instantly, all heightened awareness and unsteady breath.
“You know you are,” he adds. “You’re my Daddy. ”
Goddamn. “You’re a menace.”
“No, I’m your special boy, Pet’ka.”
I exhale humorously through my nose. “You’re trying to get me locked up in a ward.”
Anders sneakily grabs the bottle of lube and pours it directly on my cock. He bites back a smile as he pushes me down and gives me a few strokes, straddling my lap.
“Oh lord,” I mutter despite myself, grinning up at him and shaking my head. “You’re getting bold.”
“Ruse.” And then he slaps me without warning, giving me an offended look. “I’m gonna fuck you up.”
“No, I’m gonna fuck you on all fours,” I retort. “Saddle off, cowboy.”
He positions my cock and drags my tip up and down his crease in a complete act of defiance. “I don’t want it to hurt you,” I tell him a little more seriously. “It’s gonna hurt. You need more prepping.”
Completely ignoring me, he sucks in a breath as he slowly sinks down—not getting very far until he groans, his face lighting up. “Ughhh. Fuckin’ hurts, Pet’ka. Why didn’t you warn me?”
God, he’s so fucking cute. And naughty.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch in amusement as he attempts to rock his hips back and forth, taking me inch by inch. My fingers curl around his shaft as I stroke him slowly, enjoying every second of this. “Need some help, sweetheart?”
He flashes an annoyed look for a brief moment, which turns sarcastic a click later. “No, Daddy. I can do it myself.”
My mouth pulls. “I thought Daddies were supposed to do the heavy lifting.” I sit up a little and brush my thumb over his nipple for a few strokes. “Let Daddy stretch your—”
“Oh, I think Daddy’s stretching me just fine,” he snaps curtly. “Gah-fuck,” Anders hisses, fully seated at this point. He laughs incredulously at himself a moment later, like he’s just conquered the impossible. “Mm. Did it.”
But now I’m the one who’s at a loss for words.
He’s so fucking tight. I hold onto him, digging my nails into his skin to ease the pain, to no avail.
His tight walls close around me, constricting me so strongly that it feels like my Goddamn blood flow is being restricted. “Stop clenching,” I murmur roughly.
“That feel good?” Anders leans down, grinning lazily at me.
“Let me show you my special trick.” And then, he sucks in a sharp breath as he rolls his hips forward for a moment before rocking back.
It takes us a moment to settle at a steady rhythm, but when we do, it’s pure bliss.
The weight of his body feels…just right.
We fit together like a glove. His perfect ass claps loudly against my thighs the harder he comes down, his confidence growing with every individual bounce.
It’s like our bodies speak their own language.
My hips thrust up automatically as his curves languidly in one flawless movement.
When he leans fully against me, our shared lust fizzles into delicate intimacy.
Despite looking like he’s simultaneously in pain and having reached nirvana, there’s something completely sobering about the tender look in his eyes.
One that my body recognizes as a word neither of us have dared to speak.
“You feel so fucking good,” I pant, sliding my hand up his sweaty cheek while my other one stays fixed on his pelvis. “God, I love pounding this ass.”
Anders brushes his nose once over mine before closing the distance between our mouths. “I mean what I said,” he murmurs, letting his words settle against my lips.
“What did you say?” I ask a little nervously, afraid he’s about to say some more shit about calling me Daddy.
But he doesn’t.
“Being together, we harm nobody,” Anders recites gently. “Being apart, we extinguish ourselves.”
A soft, confused chuckle escapes me. “Is that another book quote?”
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t say that in the shower.”
“No, not that,” he breathes. He shifts around a bit, his hand sliding down my neck and his fingers brushing over my heart. “You’re not my Frankenstein.”
And then I stop. For a minute, I just let it settle in. Anders pauses too, his expression hardening. His fingers run through my wet hair as he pushes it back out of my face.
“What book is that from?” I ask him, swiping my thumb beneath his eye to brush away an eyelash. “The thing you just said.”
He gazes intensely for what feels like forever, stretching time beyond its normal measure. It’s absolutely striking, holding me in place with his magnetizing pull. And in true Anders fashion, he evades the question with silence.
“Beautiful,” I murmur softly. “Beautiful boy.”
And as soon as it stops, it picks right back up. He pulls himself off and rolls over onto his hands and knees. I huff out a laugh. “Tired, baby?”