He licked all the way back down, traveling from my neck, down my side, until he finally reached my ass. He kissed both cheeks while he squeezed and separated them over and over, moving his thumbs closer and closer to my hole, but never touching. It was torture of the sweetest kind. I tried to move my ass to intercept his hands and got a sharp slap to my ass, “Don’t you dare fucking move, or I’ll stop now, and you’ll be hard all night. Is that what you want?” I didn’t answer right away because I wasn’t sure. If you waited a long time to come it was always better, so what would happen if you waited all night?
Before I finished my thought process, Connor answered. “Oh, fuck yeah! We’ll revisit that another time. You want me to keep you hard all night and not let you come ‘til morning, boy? I could even cage that pretty cock and not let you come for days if you want.” I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my throat. I felt it all the way to my dick. Fuck yeah, that sounded amazing.
I whimpered a pitiful, “Please,” but I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. It didn’t matter though because I wasn’t the one in charge. It was Connor’s job to take me on this journey, and so far it was fucking amazing.
Connor spread his hands on my ass again and finally spread me wide. I felt something wet and looked back to see him dribbling spit onto my hole. The visual was so dirty, but it made me shiver with desire. “You’ve got such a pretty pink hole, my Laddy. I’m going to enjoy wrecking it with my cock. I’m gonna stretch it out and watch my cock slide between these creamy white cheeks. I’ll be sure to rub your spot every time I push in, but I’ll make sure to make it a soft, gentle nudge. It’ll be just enough to tease you and me, but not enough to come. I’ll edge you for hours until you beg me to let you come, then I’ll start all over again.”Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Connor’s filthy mouth is going to make me come just from his words alone.
He reached up between my legs and jerked my cock hard once, then twice, then a third time, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from coming. “Uh, Uh, don’t you dare come yet.” He pulled his hand away and slid it over my taint, finally resting his fingers against my hole. “Now, let’s see what we can do here.” He spit again, then leaned in and licked me from bottom to top in one long thick lick. The warm wet tongue felt so unbelievable I couldn’t begin to contain my moans. Connor kept licking and biting around my hole for what seemed like hours. Every once in a while he’d let out a growl and grab my cheeks tighter to spread them wider so he could press his tongue deeper, then even deeper still. I couldn’t keep quiet now even if I wanted. I kept up a litany of moans and groans while Connor wrecked my ass with his tongue and teeth. When I thought I couldn’t take his pleasurable torture even one second longer, that’s when I felt him slowly slide one of his fingers into the first knuckle.
It felt good, fantastic even, but, “I need more, let me feel you, please?” I begged, pushing back slightly against the gentle intrusion.
He let out an evil chuckle, “I’m not through, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel it.”
He spit again, but this time I also heard a crinkle sound. I turned around and saw him opening a sachet of lube. I had no idea where he’d gotten it, but I was too far gone to question anything at this point. I felt the slick slide between my cheeks and felt another finger enter me, this time they both went all the way in. I gasped at the fullness, my cock leaking onto my leather couch cushions. I was so lost in the moment that the mess didn’t even begin to bother me. I was totally lost in Connor and what he was making me feel. Connor continued to tease me with first one, then two fingers. He’d go after my prostate, then ignore it for a while. The seductive bastard was slowly driving me mad with the constant fluctuations of sensations. When he added a third finger, I finally felt the sting that I needed and loved. “Oh, God, Connor, yes! Feels so full. Make me come, please. Make me feel it.” I was whining like a slut, and I didn’t care. I was so close now, and I just wanted tofeel.
Connor removed his fingers, and I thought I might cry. “No.Please!” I cried, but he didn’t respond with words.
Connor flipped me over like I weighed nothing until I was flat on my back on the couch cushions, with my legs over his shoulders. From this new position, I could feel that his own cock had gone rock hard again with all the time he’d played and teased me. He looked me in the eye as he slid his three fingers back inside my ass with a rough push and nudged my spot relentlessly. Then his other hand that he had slicked up with lube grabbed my cock and ruthlessly began to jerk me in time with his punishing fingers. He wouldn’t let me look away even for a second. Every time I would close my eyes or turn my head, he would stop. “No, Ladd, you’re not hiding from me. This is mine, your pleasure is mine, and I want all of it. Watch me. I want to see it in your eyes when you see your stars.”
He jerked me rougher than anything I had ever experienced. It was perfect. He pumped my ass with his thick fingers in a steady rhythm, and I felt it right there, but it was just out of reach. Continuing his rhythm with both hands, Connor seemed to realize I needed more to send me over. “You need my cock don’t you, Laddy? You need me pounding into you to come tonight don’t you, my boy?”
God, yes!
“God, yes, Conn, please, fuck me. I’ve wanted it so long. Please let me feel you deep and hard.” I shook with excitement and knew I sounded like a whore begging for his cock, but at this point, I needed him so bad it actually hurt.
“I can’t say no to you, Laddy. Let me get something, and I’ll be right back.” He pointed his thick finger at me. “Don’t you dare move.”
He went to his pants pocket in his discarded jeans and was back in a few seconds. He got himself ready, then reached for the discarded lube and used the rest to slick himself up. Then he reached down and manhandled me yet again, flipping me to my hands and knees on the cushion, ass in the air. He gripped my cheeks and spread them wide again, pushing his thumbs inside me over and over, first just one, then both, then stretching them wide. The sting was torturous, but just what I needed.
At long last, Connor lined his cock up to my hole and began to push inside. It felt huge! It burned and stretched, but the pain was exactly what I wanted. He started a slow steady in and out glide for a little while, but I wanted faster. I began pushing back against him harder and harder each time. Eventually, Connor slowed to a stop and I kept going.
“Fuck yeah, Laddy, fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Take what you need from me and show me how much you love my dick in your ass.”
“God, Conn, you’ve got me so full. I’ll feel you for days wherever I go. I love it so much.” I kept babbling how much I loved it all as I moved on him getting closer and closer to my release. Without warning, Connor pulled back and out completely, making me cry out in frustration. “No! Don’t stop, please, Connor, not now, I was so close!”
He turned me back over onto my back, knees to my chest and leaned all his weight into me, sliding smoothly back inside.
“I want your eyes on me, Ladd. This is our first time, and I want us to remember it. I want to see you come and remember what you look like when you get there. I want you to see me and know how much I feel when I do, too.” With that he leaned in and kissed the shit out of me and began a punishing rhythm, pounding me into the sofa cushions and hitting my spot with every stroke in and out. He pulled back a little and reached down to grab my dick in his huge hand and began the same rough pace to match his hips. I was already so close before he ever touched my cock, and then I was there. He started pushing harder and harder, and soon he was coming with a deep groan and a hard push inside. That hard push was all I needed.
“God, Conn, I’m coming!”
“Oh, fucking hell, Ladd, you feel amazing!”
I kept my eyes on his as long as I could, widening in disbelief at the intense pleasure and pain that shot up my spine, through my balls and finally poured out of my shaft. Eventually, I had to close my eyes against the intensity, and I did indeed see stars, just like Connor promised. Then I saw nothing at all.
I came to a few minutes later with Connor leaning over me wiping me down with a warm washcloth. He could be so demanding and yet so sweet at the same time. I was one lucky bastard that was for sure.
“Thanks, Connor, but I think I need a shower. I’m all sticky with your sweat and my cum.” I giggled a little when he looked so proud of my predicament. “Pretty proud of yourself aren’t you, Mr. McDaniel?”
He smirked. “Well, I suppose you have a right to be proud. Go ahead and strut if you must, I’ll just wait in the shower. Once you’re finished crowing like the only cock in the barnyard, you can join me if you want.” With that little challenge, I lifted myself off the couch and flounced off toward my bathroom. I added a little more swish to my hips for good measure, too. I really wanted Connor in my shower.
I had just gotten the water warm when Connor made his way inside looking a little more bashful than before. I got the feeling he was starting to second guess what we’d done. I wouldn’t let him get away with that, not when it had been exactly what I’d wanted and needed.
“Come here, Conn, let me take care of you.” He still looked a little unsure, so I wrapped him in my arms and let him get under the spray with me. “What we just did was amazing, Connor. It was perfect and wonderful. But you have to know that this is, too. I don’t need you to be in control all of the time. I may be jumping the gun, but I’m assuming this isn’t a one and done thing.” Connor gave me a look like I was nuts.
“Of course this isn’t a one night stand, Ladd. I like you,reallylike you, and I very much want to keep dating and see where we can take this. So no, this is not the last time we’ll do this if I have anything to say about it.”
I couldn’t keep the silly grin off my face I was so happy. I just wanted to be clear what we were going to do going forward. “Well, I’m certainly glad of that. I just want you to know that there may be days when we might decide we just want to cuddle, make out on the sofa or everything else couples do together. I don’t need full on mind-blowing sex every day, although if you do, there’s no complaint from me. I just need you to know that the pressure in this relationship is not solely on you. It’s for both of our benefits, and we’ll both make those decisions together.”
“Thank you, Ladd. You wouldn’t know it yet, but I’m a huge cuddler, so that makes me happy that you are, too.” I got one of Connor’s sheepish smiles, and I loved him so much in that moment that I almost told him. But I didn’t say it out loud. I told him with actions instead of words. I washed him from head to toe, having him sit on the bench in the shower so I could reach his hair. Then when he was rinsed, he did the same for me. It wasn’t sexual as much as it was sensual. We loved each other with our touches and caresses. When we were rinsed and dried, we put on our sleep pants to fight the chill in the air, and I took his hand and led him to my big king-sized four-poster bed. Remy and Rhett had teased me when I’d gotten it, wondering what a guy my size needed with such a huge bed. Now they wouldn’t have to wonder. I guess I’d always planned on meeting someone like Connor to fill that empty space I’d always had beside me.
True to his word, as soon as I got settled on my pillow, Connor moved in behind me and pulled me into his chest. I loved having him close, so I rolled over and found a comfortable spot for my head in the crook of his shoulder, my arm naturally falling over his chest, hand resting over his heart. As I fell into sleep, my last thought was of my hand over his heart and how I hoped I already had a permanent place there.
