I remove my tongue, licking around his rim once more before saying, “You can come, Jackson. But just know if you do, I won’t let you stop. I’ll wrench more and more out of you untilit’s pure torture, until you can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure.”
He whimpers, shaking his head. “No. Please.”
“Then you better not come.”
My lips skim over the pink skin of his left cheek. Unable to resist, I sink my teeth into the reddened flesh. He cries out, and his cock swells in my hand, leaking more precum. I soothe over the spot with my tongue before licking my way back to his hole, driving inside him once more.
I fuck him with my tongue. Stroke him with my fist. Test him. Edge him.
Just when I sense he’s close to either coming or collapsing, I stop.
“Good boy.” I give him one last smack against his ass. “On your back.”
He was definitely close to collapsing because that’s exactly what he does, crashing down onto the duvet before slowly rolling over. When he blinks up at me with shimmering tear tracks on his cheeks and fresh ones rolling down his temples, I forgive him for not responding once again.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir,” he says, his voice already wrecked.
“Good. Because those tears are so beautiful glistening on your skin.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He watches me with hooded eyes as I push down my sweatpants and kick them off the bed behind me. Lying over him so I can open the drawer of my nightstand, I let my cock rub against his. He groans and throws his head back as he thrusts up against me. By the time I retrieve lube and a condom and sit back on my heels between his legs, both of our precum is smeared across his abs.
Tearing the condom packet with my teeth while maintaining eye contact with him, I take the condom out and roll it over my cock. Then I pour a generous amount of lube over my cock and fingers. While I stroke myself, I bring two slick fingers to his hole and slowly push inside, taking my time mostly to watch his reactions and soak up his noises. He squirms, his moans and whimpers growing louder.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan as I stretch him open and add in a third finger. “This virgin hole is so greedy and sucking me in.”
“Fuuuck.” His eyes roll into the back of his head as I fuck him with my fingers. “Sir, Please. I need more.”
“Do you?” I ask as I nail his prostate, making him leak more precum. “I think you’re about ready to beg even more for it.”
He nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir. Please. Please, give me your cock.” He forces his eyes to meet mine, and there’s equal parts lust, need, and emotion swirling in their depths. “I want you inside me, Isaac.”
Warmth hits me right in the chest as I give him a smile and pull my fingers out of him. “I might make you beg for it, sweetheart, but I’ll always give you what you need.”
Lining up the head of my cock, I gradually push my way inside his tight, warm hole. Sweat beads at my temples with the effort it takes to hold back from slamming into him, but the look of pure bliss on his face is worth it when my crown slips past his tight ring of muscle.
I fall on top of him, my mouth finding his. My tongue licks at the seam of his lips, and he lets me inside on a gasp. Both the kiss and my thrusts start slow, making sure he feels every inch of me.
Then as I devour him with my mouth, I pull my hips back and drive into him as deep as I can.
His scream of pleasure tastes like carnal sin.
Reaching for his hands and lacing our fingers together, I slide them up the bed on either side of his head, pinning them to the mattress, using them as leverage as I rut into him.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, Jackson,” I tell him as I brush my lips down the column of his throat, my voice deep and breathless and creating even more heat between us. “Are you going to come for me? Show me how good I fill your greedy hole.”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Sir. Gonna come.”
The friction of our bodies grinding on his cock and mine buried deep in his ass is enough to have him reaching his climax. His hands hold tightly onto mine as his body shudders beneath me and warm cum pulses between us. His ass spasms around my cock, squeezing me tighter, and I’m fucking gone. I thrust three more times, driving in so deep on the last one that I see stars as my release pours into the condom.
Even though we’re both panting heavily, I can’t help but want to kiss him again. So I do. But I keep it unhurried, a soft stroke of our lips as I continue holding onto his hands, this time not for leverage. I just want to hold him. Touch him. Never fucking let him go.
“Such a good boy for me,” I whisper against his lips before giving him one last kiss.
I pull out of him, trying not to let his whimper get me worked up all over again. Removing the condom, I tie off the end and toss it onto the floor. I’ll throw it away later because I’m not ready to leave this cocoon of heat and sweat and pleasure we’ve built ourselves. I’m not ready to take my eyes off of him.
