Dean crushed his lips to mine. We both groaned as our tongues tangled together, his fingers grasping at the hairs on the back of my neck. I could feel how hard he was as he tried to get closer to me. His erection pressed against mine. I captured the soft whimpers and moans as we continued to kiss, my hands finding their way up the back of his shirt to touch his soft, warm skin.
“Please, please, please,” Dean begged. “I need you so bad.”
I hummed softly. “Is that so, Pink baby?” I flipped him onto his back. “You want to feel me inside you? You want me inside that tight little hole?”
“Yes,” he whimpered.
I pressed kisses over his jaw. “Are you going to take my cock like a good boy? Come all over yourself and show me how much you like it?”
“Fuck,” Dean whispered and trembled beneath me. I was pretty sure I had never been with someone as needy as he was. And I liked it a hell of a lot. “Yes, yes, I am.”
I pinched his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Dean sighed at my praise, a smile pulling at his lips. “Will you do it now, Daddy? Will you take me to your room and make love to me?”
Instead of giving him an answer, I climbed to my feet, scooped him up into my arms, and carried him into the bedroom, where I placed him gently on the bed. “I’m going to make this so good for you, Pink. I want you to dream about me inside of you while we’re apart. I want you to call me and beg me to whisper dirty things into the phone while you jerk off. I want you to tell me how you can’t stop thinking about my cock in your ass.” I yanked my shirt up over my head and dropped it onto the floor.
“I want that, too.” His nostrils flared as he watched me, his eyes dark with desire. “Can I take my clothes off?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
I watched as Dean began to strip off his clothes, taking in the beauty of him. Most of the men I had been with before were built like I was. Tall, corded with muscle, and ready for me to toss them around. But Dean, he was leaner, smaller, and prettier. I liked that about him. I liked that his body fit perfectly against mine when we slept together. The way he tucked against me when we kissed and how he seemed to be built just for me. Lust burned in my veins when I let my gaze sweep over his naked body, the barbells in his hard nipples, and how hard he was. Dean was hard for me. He wanted me. And he wanted me to be the first man to fuck him. If I had it my way, I would be the only man inside him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Pink,” I whispered.
Dean ducked his head and gave me a shy smile, but I kissed him before he could say anything. I wanted tonight to be perfect for him. The fact that he had gone to his brother to talk about sex had to be a big step for him. My heart thumped against my chest as I pressed Dean back against the mattress, covering his bodywith my own. His hands found their way into my hair before I slipped down his body to kiss him all over.
“Oh God,” Dean keened softly. “I might come before we even get started. I’m just going to give you a heads-up now. I’m so fucking horny.”
I chuckled softly. “Is that so? Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare, Daddy. I can come again,” he assured me. “Don’t stop, please.”
My own cock was stiff and ached with need. I glanced up at him just as I got to the happy trail of white hair that led to his slim, hard cock, and what I saw caused me to stop. Dean was watching me with pleasure on his face, his top teeth buried in his bottom lip. He smiled at me when he caught my gaze. He moaned when I licked at the precum that clung to the tip of his length, his breath coming out in a shaky haze.
“More?” I asked, the salty, heady taste of him making my blood burn with lust.
I wanted more. I wanted to open him with three fingers and fuck Dean into the mattress. Make him come apart with my name on his lips. Have him beg me to do it again and again. But I couldn’t. He had never had more than a finger inside, and I would never hurt him.
Dean nodded. “Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t like it so much that you call me that.” I sucked the angry mushroom head into my mouth, and Dean moaned so loudly I was sure everyone in the apartment building heard him. His hands curled into the blanket, his hips canted, and when I sucked him all the way down to the root, I couldn’t help but bring one of my hands up to roll his full balls between my fingers.
Dean sobbed softly. “Jesus Christ, I’m going to come. Oh my God, that feels so good.”
“Not yet.” I popped off and chuckled at his pout. “I know you’re young and probably have a couple rounds in you, but I’m afraid if you come, I might come, too, and my refractory period is not like yours. I need a solid twenty-four hours before I can do it again.
Dean sat up. “Does that mean...?” He let the question hang in the air as he watched me, his eyes full of heat.
“Yes, Pink, it does. Lie back down for me, okay? I’m going to prep you.”
“Yes, sir, Daddy.”
Jesus, he was going to kill me with that. But Dean did as I asked and lifted his legs up to show me that perfect, tight, pink hole. The one that I was going to have the pleasure of being inside of. I couldn’t help but lean down to drag my tongue over it and listen to the way Dean gasped in surprise.
