I watch as he opens the bedside drawer and drops a condom and the bottle of lube on the mattress beside me. Garrett grabs my legs and situates himself between them, the back of my thighs settled around his hips. He leans forward, pushing my legs closer to my chest. I can feel his cock against my ass. A shiver runs through me, excitement at what we're doing.
His lips start the same trail they did earlier, but this time we aren't interrupted by an adorable pup. One of my hands goes to my own hair, the other rests against Garrett's head. His skin is warm. Garrett takes a deep breath against my skin, kissing, nipping, licking, until I'm squirming under his every touch. His hands have me locked in place, though.
"Hand me the lube, baby." He sits back up on his knees and wraps his hands around both of our cocks. I fumble with the small bottle when he pumps his fist. I watch as the head of his cock disappears with each upstroke. I don't know what my fascination is with his dick, but it's there and I don't fight it. Garrett's laugh directs my eyes to his. "You're obsessed, Orion."
"Stop judging me," I say with a smile. "It’s fun to watch."
"Oh my god." He laughs and flips the lid of the lube open. He shifts his hips, making my own move slightly. I watch him again wrap his hand around both of us. The glide is much easier and he starts moving with each stroke, giving extra friction as he jerks us off together.
My back arches off the bed as Garrett runs his finger over my slit. "That feels good."
"What about this?" Garrett asks. His fingers trail to my balls, taint, and his middle finger circles my hole. I spread my legs on instinct, pulling them closer to my chest.
"Yes, please."
His fingers disappear and I open my eyes to look at him. "Yes, please, what?"
"Please, Daddy."
He adds more lube to his fingers and shifts his body so he's laying next to me. I'm laying on my right side, with my leg hooked over his arm. We're face to face, only inches apart, when his finger presses against my hole again. It stings for just a second, but I relax into the feeling. I know that Garrett, Daddy, is going to make me feel good.
I watch Garrett's face. His eyes are trained on me, his lips slightly parted. I know I look about the same. "Can you take another one for me, baby?"
"Yes." I breathe the word out. Garrett takes my mouth, his tongue dancing around mine and swallowing the moans that rise as he adds a second finger. Our bodies are moving together, like a well timed dance we rehearsed over and over. Not like it's the first time we've gone this far.
Garrett breaks the kiss and I open my eyes. He moves, pulling his fingers from my ass, and reaches for the condom. I watch him roll it on and then he's grabbing my legs and lifting them onto his shoulders. I love that he's maneuvering me around, taking the guessing out of his next move. Or mine.
"Are you ready?" I nod my head and brace myself for his cock.
He goes slow, pressing in only an inch and stopping. I remind myself to breathe and Garrett has his hands running up and down my legs. He thrusts his hips again, going another inch or two. I gasp, the head of Garrett's cock hitting my prostate and lighting my body up. The pleasure comes in waves and I'm no longer focusing on the stretch.
When he sinks all the way in, I feel like I'm going to be split in two. His cock is perfect. I don't consider myself a size queen, but fuck if I haven't been with a guy this big before. A man. My Daddy.
"Honey, fuck, you are perfect." Garrett pulls his hips back and pushes back in smoothly. The sensation is incredible, I can't articulate the words for it. My throat decides to make the noises for me, moans and grunts as Garrett starts moving earnestly.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he slams into me over and over. I can feel my body shifting on the bed, moving bit by bit. Garrett leans forward and seals our lips together.
"Oh, fuck!" I can't stop myself from shouting the words, turning my face so I'm not screaming into his face. "Shit, yes, please."
I hear Garrett grunt out something about language, but I can’t help it. Not when those are the only words that adequately describe how I’m feeling.
I move my hands so I'm holding my legs out while Garrett continues to fuck me. I can feel my whole body, every muscle I have, vibrating with the building pleasure. I'm babbling, not too sure what I'm actually saying. Garrett lets out a grunt with each thrust. He changes the rhythm, just as I'm about to get used to it. It keeps my body on edge.
Without warning, Garrett pulls out and changes our position. He rolls me so I'm on my left side and lays behind me. His left arm snakes under me and presses against my chest, holding me flush against him. His other hand travels down my thigh and lifts my leg. In under ten seconds, he's thrusting back into me. I move one hand to wrap around my cock, the added sensation pushing my body and mind into overdrive.
"Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes." I can feel Garrett's breath ghosting over the back of my neck with each exhale. I quicken my strokes, feeling that growing ball of pleasure. "I'm going to come."
"Do it, honey. Come for Daddy." He turns his thrusts from fast and rough to calculated. I swear he's pulling almost all the way out and thrusting in until he can’t physically go farther. I can feel my body tensing and I know this orgasm is going to be mind blowing.
Garrett's hand knocks mine away and he takes over stroking my cock. I don't know what to do with my hands, so one goes behind me and holds on to Garrett's hip. The other I settle over Garrett's hand still on my chest. When I do come, it's just like I thought.
My whole body tenses the moment before and then it's nothing but pleasure. It starts at the base of my spine and travels down my legs. My heart is pounding in my ears and I'm pretty sure I lose all control of my limbs for a few seconds.
Garrett grunts and stills his hips as he comes into the condom. We stay like that, connected in the most intimate way, for a minute at least. His lips kiss the back of my neck and then he's pulling out of me. I roll onto my back and let out a deep breath. He discards the condom, in what I'm hoping is a waste basket on his side of the bed.
He comes back to the middle and pulls me into him so we're face to face again. I'm a sticky mess and I'm more than certain there's a wet spot behind me that he is intentionally helping me avoid.
"That was… Something." I smile at him. His arms wrap around me, holding me close. His lips kiss all over my face until I'm giggling with happiness.
