“I’m not—I didn’t—oh fuck that feels so fucking good.” I wind up with my face in the pillow, whimpering softly as he eats me out, and I try not to hyperventilate. No one’s ever done this to me before.
He starts with one spit-soaked finger and his tongue again. My legs jerk and shake as he licks and presses, licks and presses. I take a deep breath, hold it, and let him inside, fairly confident I cleaned myself well enough.
He moans when I grant him entrance, and suddenly an alarmingly intense amount of pleasure fills my pelvis. I suck half the pillow into my mouth on another gasp.
Oh shit. What is he doing to me?
“When was the last time this hole got fucked?” he asks even as I hear the crinkle of a condom packet near my ear.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to get control of my breathing. “I don’t—I never—” I’ve never been with a man like this.Have I wanted to be?“What’s happening?” I ask, even though I know damn well.
“You said you wanted a change of pace?”
“I did…”
“So do I. Let me take it from here, Daddy.”
“The fuck…?”
He laughs softly, and there’s a hint of wickedness in him that wasn’t there before. Have I been tricked? Am I being assaulted?
But when he tugs on my dick and puts his tongue inside me, the unholy moan I let out tells me my body doesn’t give a single fuck what he’s doing or why he’s here or what he wants with me. He’s going to get it.
“Turn over, Isaac. I want you to see this.”
“I swear to God, I can fuck you,” I say.
“I know you can, but let’s try something new together.”
Yes. Yes. This is exactly what I need. Something different. Something new. Something raw and real and maybe even rough.
I start to roll over, but he stops me when I’m on my side. Behind me, he pulls his body flush to mine, one large arm wrapped around my middle and his face nuzzling my neck. He nips at my skin and then my earlobe. I twist, and we’re back to kissing. His tongue in my mouth re-centers me. The stars snap back into alignment, and I’m practically purring as I arch up against him, suddenly needing this too much. Two lubed fingers touch my hole, and he whispers, “Let me back in.”
My body does, and shit—shit—I twist away from his mouth and bite into something—probably his bicep—as I adjust to what this feels like.
It’s an intrusion, certainly, and while it physically doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t feel great, but something inside me responds well to it—the fact that he’s inside me. This large, gorgeous man wantsinsideme. He’s wrapped around me, breathing against my neck, and it’s so fucking sexy, so hot, so emotionally satisfying, I press back for more. “It’s the good kind of bad, right?” he asks in a low murmur.
“Yeah.”
He sucks at the skin behind my ear, and a third finger enters the chat, stretching me wide.
I groan shakily as I squirm to adjust. “Fuck.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No. I want you to do it.”
“Good.”
“Can I touch myself?” I ask.
“It’s your cock.”
“Kiss me,” I tell him, and yes, I realize I’m all over the place.
But he does kiss me. After he’s reduced me to a brainless mass of moving flesh, his fingers slide out of my hole, his tongue slips into my mouth, and then his cock is breaching my rim.
My cry is muffled as he kisses me deeper because he must know what an overwhelming feeling it is, and then he fills me. I cry out—a sound louder than I’ve ever made while in bed with a man. Wrapping my hand around my cock I jerk it back to hard.
