He moans and thrashes around almost as if he’s in pain.
You and me both, baby.
I make my way back to the other side.
“S… sorry,” he pants.
“Sorry, what?” I say only inches from his lips.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Mmmm, good boy. Now what do you need, baby? Besides the obvious.”
“It’s been a while, and I’m wound tighter than a clam with lockjaw. So stretch me, but don’t fuck with me. You said…” Beckett sits up and counts his fingers, which looks ridiculous with his blindfold still on. “Four! By my count, it was four. And I’m pretty sure we’ve reached four, right?”
I untie the tie from behind his head, letting the silk fall between us. His forehead crinkles as his eyes adjust to the light. When I can tell I’m in focus, I raise a brow.
He swallows thickly. “Sir.”
I reach for the bottle of lube, adding a generous amount. He said it’s been a while, so out of precaution, I make sure his hole is extra nice and slick.
I crowd his body, hitching his leg over my hip as I slip my first finger in past the tight ring of muscle. Beckett tenses. “Shhh, relax, baby. Relax that pretty hole for me.” I work my finger in and out, kissing him in hopes of distracting him, until I feel his body relax before adding a second. He hisses at the stretch. “Breathe through the pain, little mouse. I’ve got you, and I promise you this will all be worth it in the end.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Always.”
I let out a moan when his hand wraps around my cock as it finally gets some much-needed relief. Now it’s time for me to stop holding back and let myself feel as he strokes my shaft. In an effort to save myself from embarrassment, I capture his lips with mine. The kiss starts slow, steady, the way I like things. I savor the feeling, wanting to burn this moment into my memory. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus on not coming myself. I add a third finger.
“I need you. Please fuck me now. I’m good, I swear. I just… I just need you to fuck me.”
He tastes of mint and sweat… and something I shouldn’t need as much as I do.
“Little mouse?”
“Yeah?” he answers as if he just ran a marathon.
“You’re going to want a nice, good grip on the sheets.”
Pretty sure I hear an excited, “Yesssss.”
I tear open the wrapper of the condom, putting it on before I line my cock up with his hole. Taking my time and pissing him off, I slowly sink into his hot channel. When I finally bottom out, I hold my position. He wiggles his ass in an attempt to make me move. Control loosens its grip, and for once I let it, letting him pull me closer until there’s no space between us.
“Ugh, move, Dom. I need you to move. You fucking promised.”
I pull almost all the way out before slamming back into him. The moan he releases is desperate and needy.
“More,” he begs.
I answer his pleas with an onslaught of quick thrusts.
“Fuck, the way your ass hugs my cock. It’s perfect. It was made for me.”
I soon find my rhythm, and don’t let up until I can tell he’s right there.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes,” comes out in another desperate plea.
