I needed to see him lose his shit.
I wanted to watch him spray cum across the freckle-painted chest that enamored me so.
Leaning down and brushing his lips with mine, my thumb flicked the top of the lube open. Tiny licks and nips of his mouth were used to tease and distract him from my plan to mindfuck the boy. I wanted him thinking about his mouth until…
“Ohhhhh! Ahhhh!” he yelled. The ‘oh’ turning to an ‘ah’ as the lube I drizzled over his dick ran down his shaft.
“Just wait. It only gets better.”
I sat back, resting my ass on my heels, his legs still around my waist. Pulling him as close as possible, I stroked his dick, slicking his shaft and my hand before encircling both of us with my fist.
“I’m gonna get us both off and then,” I said as I went to work, jerking our dicks while thrusting into my fist as the same time.
“Then?” he asked with a gasp.
Falling forward over him, my weight shifted onto the elbow pressing into the mattress next to his head. I took his mouth in a savage kiss as the first orgasm I’d shared with another person since before my accident careened toward me.
With my lips pressed against his, I groan, “I’m going to open that virgin ass up with my fingers. I’m going to make you beg and scream until you come a second time. And while your cock is still shooting cum, I’m going to bury my cock in your ass and fuck you, until you forget your fucking name.”
The last bit clawed its way out of my throat as he screamed my name, his voice breaking as his back arched, his hands grappling at whatever they could reach of my body… arms, thighs, shoulders, throat. His nails bit into my skin, the burn telling me I’d wear his marks for days, if not weeks to come.
I was okay with that because I never wanted to forget this night. Or him. I wanted to take him home, tie him to my fucking bed, and use him to my heart’s content.
The image of his pale skin against my black satin sheets and blankets as he lay bound to my bed, at my mercy, that my mind conjured, shot through me like a lightning strike.
Ten of them.
My cock pulsed and throbbed. Cum shot out of me as if launched by a rocket. The thick, white fluid splattered across his chest and abs, mixing with his until you couldn’t tell his from mine.
Releasing the iron grip on my dick, my still hard dick twitched with need, I covered my shaft with a condom and lube, slicking my fingers. I would make this good for him, but I’d waited long enough. I’d fulfilled my promise of making him scream and beg and cum again, but…
“Alex…”
I looked up and the fucking kid was drawing circles in our mess with both hands. As our eyes locked, he raised one sticky cum-covered hand to his mouth, our fluids dripping from the tips of his fingers, and the other to mine. He painted my lips with our cum while slurping and sucking his other hand clean.
I fell on him, kissing him around his fingers as my own found his ass. His hole begged to be opened, pulsing more and more with every touch. I pressed against the twitching muscle sliding into him slowly, his channel sucking first one finger then the other into him.
He thrashed, his back and neck arched away from me, his face pained. I paused, the tips of my fingers hovering over the bundle of nerves within him, and I asked, “What color are you, Aiden?”
NINE
AIDEN
“Green! Daddy! Green!”
The name burst forth without permission. He said we weren’t there yet, and yet I went there. I didn’t want to disappoint him, but he ripped that worry from me when he spoke.
My screams echoed throughout the room again, bouncing off the walls, joined by even more cries of pain and pleasure. As he rubbed my inner walls, over and over, pressing against something, I didn’t know if I should curse him for touching or thank him and beg him to do it again.
“God, you are beautiful, baby boy. So fucking beautiful. And perfect. The noises you make, the way you move and feel, it’s all perfection and then to hear you call me Daddy, fuck baby. That’s music to my ears.”
“Please. Please, I need…”
“What do you need? Hmm?”
The touches turned to deep, massaging drags of his fingers over the happy spot inside me and my cock, once soft, surged to life,throbbing painfully but deliciously and the world fell away. All the fears I’d been sure I’d experience were non-existent. Like my body knew somehow that he was a safe place. Alex… Daddy’s fingers moved again, and I gasped, my vision and breathing going haywire.
All my energy, all my focus, zeroed in on Alex’s voice and touch as he made promises and told me of what he planned to do to and with me. He’d promised he would make me come. And he did. He’d promised he’d open me up and make me beg. He had, and I was. Half a moment ago, I didn’t think I’d be able to get hard again, much less come.
