If only he knew. But he didn’t need to know this wasn’t my actual first time. Just the first time I’d chosen it for myself. And that blew me away. I gave myself to him. I let him touch me…
“Aiden? Talk to me. Are you sure? There are other ways…”
My brain screamed at me not to waste this opportunity. I gazed up at him, my hands running up the muscular arms to his shoulders then neck, before cupping his face. His eyes, a blue laser, zeroed in on mine, and I swallowed. I wanted this. I really did, so I said, “I’m positive. I want you. Please.”
His mouth met mine, kissing me first slowly and then again, deeper and deeper. His gentleness turned savage the longer our tongues dueled and our mouths stayed fused.
He pressed forward as the fog of pain dissipated. It hurt. So bad, but on the edges of pain, pleasure rode, and it played with my emotions. I’d never felt anything like this… I couldn’t even describe it. I didn’t know what was up or down. All I knew was pain and ecstasy.
And him.
Alex.
The first Daddy to ever Daddy me.
The first to call me boy, and baby boy, and even better, little one.
“I loved little one!” The words intended to be a thought tore from me when his cock hit that spot.
“Again. That, I need that again!” I yelled, and he chuckled, pulling from me and pressing back in, gaining speed and strength with every thrust until he pounded into me.
He folded me in half like a pretzel. His cock plunging in and out of me. Pegging that spot in me until my vision darkened and lightened in time with my heartbeat. The flashes should’ve come with an epilepsy warning; they came at me so fast, with a zero pause between them. I lost my breath and the world started going dark.
Alex growled, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. His dick thickened inside me, his rhythm faltered and he groaned, “Sweet fucking hell, baby boy. You feel so fucking amazing.”
“I’m gonna… oh God… I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, little one. Lemme feel you squeeze my dick.”
I lost it. I’d only ever experienced this by myself and it felt nothing like what he made me feel. Come shot from my cock. Muscles tensed and spasmed, robbing me of breath and then I felt it…himpulse inside me, and I had to see him. Had to watch him get off inside me.
“Fuuuck!” Alex screamed, his head thrown back, his neck long and graceful, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
I’d been so distracted when we first kissed and then later when we got naked I hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate just how beautiful the man above me was. And how fit. Jesus, his body looked like he just stepped out of a hockey locker room.
Sweat coated his muscles, making them ripple and shine even in the darkness that the lamps couldn’t fully lighten. The silver at his temples glittered. Recognition sparked within me, as it had earlier, but I couldn’t grasp how I knew him or where we’d met.
His cock quit jerking and his chin fell to his chest. His unfocused eyes cleared as they came to rest on my face. That beautiful full mouth that drove me bonkers moments ago curled up in a smirk just before he kissed me through the panting breaths we both couldn’t control.
He collapsed onto me. I welcomed his weight. This night, everything about it, fulfilled me in a way I didn’t know it could. Ifinallyhad sex and it was with a Daddy. Maybe not my forever Daddy, but still. It was with a man who knew the lifestyle and what I wanted at least partially.
AndI choseit and him.
And the fear I’d been so scared would keep me from ever experiencing sex the normal,consensualway, played along the edges of my mind, but only in the sense that I wasn’t frightened of Alex and what he made me feel, and that all those feelings were good, even when they hurt.
Our breathing slowed and he slipped from within me. The loss of him left me feeling empty. Now that we were spent, sated,and left two hot sweaty messes, I had no clue what to fucking do.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he said, smacking a kiss to my temple before rolling out of bed.
He stood, peeled off the condom and dropped into a wastebasket, I hope, since I couldn’t see it from where I lay. My gaze traveled over his body, cataloging all the features and muscles I hadn’t noticed before. The man definitely worked out. A lot. His chest, abs, and back were corded muscle, but his thighs and ass were a work of art.
I cleared my throat and said, “Not a problem. I think you broke me.”
His gaze turned to mine, catching me checking him out. I usually tried to hide doing that to someone but I couldn’t pull my gaze from him. He didn’t seem to mind. He placed a knee on the bed his hands falling to rest beside my head as he hovered over me. His eyes roamed my body, the hunger in those blue orbs heated my core and warmth spread throughout my body.
Including my dick which I would’ve thought was done for plumped a bit.
Alex smirked, as he noticed it, “Bent maybe, but clearly not broken.”
