I move my hand from his lower belly to cup his cock, which has gone soft. As much as I want him hard and on the edge, I fucking love a soft cock.
“Look how tiny you get,” I whisper in his ear, thumbing the loose foreskin as I inch my hips forward.
He gasps and tries to rock back again. “You’re so big. Biggest I’ve ever had.”
I hear that a lot, but it’s different coming from him.
“And you’re the tightest,” I say, practically growling. Another hit of lube, another inch forward, another tug on his soft dick. “Not to mention the prettiest I’ve ever had.”
He whimpers at the compliment and bears down a bit more, the tight band of muscle finally relaxing.
“There you go, sweet boy.”
His jaw clenches, and I know he wants to protest all these little nicknames, but he can’t help how good they make him feel. How much he wants everything I’m taking and giving.
I finally push all the way in, and he moans so beautifully.
“You okay, lover?”
“All I know is that the combination of fullness and ache is making me a very, very happy man.”
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say with a gentle thrust. “You’re taking me so well.”
He’s stuffed full of me, flushed from my compliments, and it makes me feel ten feet tall. My hands drift up his torso, my fingers curling here and there to find his tickle spots. He clenches and shifts his hips to escape the sensual torture, then moans, giving in to the stretch.
He gasps when my fingertips graze his flat nipples. “Mmm. Need to play with these for a minute,” I say, bringing him along with me as I sit up on my haunches.
“Oh God,” he moans as this new position allows me to go deeper, find new places to stretch and hurt and satisfy.
I grin as I find his nipples again. “Adorably small, but so sensitive,” I murmur, aggressively pinching and thumbing the tiny nubs as I roll my hips.
I’m rewarded with a series of increasingly high-pitched sounds, and his head is all over the place. He complains when I move my fingers away from his nipples, grumping at me as my open palms explore his torso, over his belly.
I keep going.
“Mm. Someone’s getting hard.”
He glances down, watching me take him in hand, stroking him. One of these days, I’ll make him come when soft, but for today, his taut body and hard cock are everything.
“Please, please, please,” he chants as if it’s the only word he’s capable of at this moment.
“Ah fuck. I’ve gotta see you all stretched out for me, sweetheart.”
He whimpers when I pull out of him, then whimpers again when I spread his cheeks. I whistle under my breath as I rub his pretty ring. “Look at this fucking wrecked hole,” I say before snatching his hips and flipping him onto his back.
I don’t mind admitting that I feel a little smug at his mussed hair and the drugged look in his addictive eyes.
“Oh, baby boy. You are such a mess for me.” I kiss his nose, then grab the lube. “You like me in control like this?”
He grins as he nods off-kilter.
I re-slick my cock before stroking into him. He gasps, and I still.
“Too much?”
He shakes his head against the soft pillow, the lights above us sending colorful beams across his cheekbones. “More. Please.”
I guide his fingers back to my piercings, my hips shifting andwrithing as he plucks and twists the rings. It feels so good, and I reward him by swiveling my hips here and there, deepening the stretch as we pleasure each other, feeding on each other’s intensity and need.
