“What do you want, Sir?” My words were soft, and I tried with everything in me to hide the worry that swirled inside of me. We both knew I’d do whatever he wanted.
“Everything. Nothing. The fuck if I know.” He huffed, rubbing a hand down his face. The following words were muffled. “I’m going to hell anyhow. But fuck!”
“Sir?” I placed a hand higher up on his thigh, inches from where his dick lay. At the touch, I watched as something twitched behind the black sweatpants he wore. The way he was sitting, it didn’t leave much to question.
I wasn’t sure what I was asking. Was it permission? Was it for him to tell me to go get lost? Or was it just me needing words and his eyes on me?
“You’re…” he sighed, letting both hands fall to the couch. He looked back up towards the ceiling. “You are too appealing for your own good, boy.”
That was no help whatsoever.
Taking a deep breath in, I shifted again slightly so I could use both hands. Watching and waiting for every reaction Sir would have, I slowly undid the tie on his pants. Then, he seemed to let his body decide his actions as he lifted his butt off the couch, enough for me to pull down the pants.
Once the pants were down, tucked under his balls, I watched with mild fascination as his dick woke up. Inch by inch, it grew.
I was glad it wasn’t as thick as a lot of the other ones. Sir also kept himself trimmed, so that was another nice thing.
With my left hand, I slowly ran my fingertips up and down his shaft. The softness of his skin was warm. I never did understand quite why a dick’s skin could feel so soft and hard as a rock at the same time.
“Dakota,” Sir’s voice was rough. When others would have spoken to me while I had access to something that could cause them pain if I moved my hand or used my teeth, they would take complete control. But not Sir. Not today. His hands were at his sides, and his breathing was slightly labored. “Play all you want.”
My stomach somersaulted at those words, and my head grew fuzzy. I shook off the feelings I’d never felt before.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly worked it up and down. I watched and listened to every inhale, every light groan. After a few strokes, his hips followed my hand, wanting more.
On another pass, the pad of my thumb ran over the tip, right along the cut. I couldn’t stop the small smile that lifted a corner of my lips as Sir groaned louder, unable to help himself.
With another look at Sir’s face, his eyes were closed tight. Did he not want to see me, a boy, giving him pleasure? Or was it something else?
Taking in a deep breath as best as I could, I then took his cock in. The head hit the back of my throat, and I tried to swallow around him. But all that did was cause the pain in my ribs to spike enough that I had no choice but to pull back.
Still keeping the head of his cock in my mouth, I licked and sucked at it as if it were the best lollipop I had ever had. Every once in a while, I pulled him farther into my mouth and used my hand along the section I couldn’t reach well enough.
The salty pre-cum coated my tongue as I lapped at him.
“Stop,” Sir panted right as I was sure he was about to fall over the edge of climax.
At the word, I pulled back, breathless. I looked up at him, feeling spit covering my chin.
“Come here, boy.”
Blinking, it took me a moment to move and crawl into his lap. Each one of my legs was on each side of his. His hard cock nudged against my soft, clothed one.
Wait. It wasn’t as soft as I thought.
I glanced down at myself, seeing my pants tented. I had long since ignored my own desires because they weren’t ever mine. My body only belonged to another.
“Stop thinking,” Sir mumbled, pulling me down by my shoulders. My own hands held my upper body on his arms, but that didn’t stop my head from dropping against his shoulder. “Boy.” I looked up, but before I could get my thoughts in order on what he was wanting, Sir’s lips were pressed against mine.
I froze for a moment before I let my lips move against his. He was warm and soft, and my stomach grew with butterflies.
Slowly, as if Sir was the one testing out boundaries, his tongue slipped past my lips and met my own. I gasped, my hips having a mind of their own as they pushed forward, seeking friction.
As Sir explored my lips and mouth, taking whatever he wanted from me, his hands ran down my body. Then, my pants were pushed down enough that my own hardness was released.
“Sir?” I bucked against his hold, breathless, as one of his hands wrapped around me. His dick was there, too, rubbing against me as he moved his hand up and down.
On another pass, he took his own cock into his hand, fusing us together in a way I never knew was possible.
