“Look at me. What was that about?”
“I like it in bed, but…I saw something where there were folks who do the bossy-submissive thing all the time, and I don’t want that. Like, I can't have you treating me like that in the shop.”
I pull him up to me, and we both lie on our sides, facing each other. “I don't like that whole twenty-four-seven thing either. I don't even like it all the time in bed. But sometimes it's just a little…”
“Like an itch that needs to be scratched?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.
“Yes. And while I like to be that domineering asshole in bed, I’m not an exclusive top. It’s my preference, but I’m down to switch it up every once in a while.”
He bites his lip and then kisses me. His fingers, tricksters that they are, sneak up and caress my nipples. “I like that. It was nice to top the few times that I did, but this is better.Somuch better.”
Jesus, he has so little experience.
And I am such an asshole for letting that turn me on so much.
“Yeah? What was your favorite part?”
He buries his face in my neck. “I liked it when you teased me and didn't let me come right away. So many guys are just about getting there so fast. You didn't do that.”
I find the lube on the bedside table, thumb it open, and add a little to my fingers. Slicking him up and down until his slippery cock is encased in the tight tunnel of my fist, I get him nice and hard.
“So you like it when I get you riled up and then make you wait?” I ask, stopping as soon as I see his balls start to pull up.
He moans out his complaint but nods. I push two fingers into his hole, still slick and stretched from last night’s activities, pressing against the smooth bundle of nerves while I take up stroking his cock again. His chest continues to rise and fall rapidly with his breath.
“Tell me when you're close.”
His response is immediate. “Close.”
I release his cock but leave my fingers inside of him, holding steady on his prostate. He lets out a growl between his teeth, sending me a baleful look.
I lean over and catch a tiny pink nipple in my teeth. He cries out and arches up, his cock bobbing angrily.
“Fuck you,” he grits out between his teeth.
I waggle my finger at him. “Uh, uh, uh. I'm the one who does the fucking.”
He leans his head back into the pillow, exposing his Adam's apple to me, so I suck on it as my searching fingers swipe at his nerves, keeping them nice and awake for me.
I bring my other hand down to slick him up and down two, three times.
“Close,” he chokes out.
I stop, swirling the head of his cock with a single fingertip, catching the bead of precum and bringing it to his lips.
“Taste.”
He opens his mouth and sucks on the tip of my finger. My cock gives a twitch, but I know it’s down for the morning at least.
“Tease.”
He narrows his eyes at me, and I show him my teeth. Pushing two fingers into his mouth, I enjoy his suction on them while I fuck into his ass with the other hand. His beautiful body bows up, and I rearrange myself to kneel at his hip, now able to equally impale him from both sides.
I add another finger to each location, so now he’s got three in his mouth and his ass.
He's close again, and the devil part of me wants to make him wait, but I'm greedy to taste him. I lean down and kiss the precum-smeared head of his cock, and he lets out a low groan. Letting my lips circle his head, I give a little suck. He punches up with his hips, chasing my mouth. This time I let him win, sinking down the full length of him and sucking hard.
I add a fourth finger to both holes.
