I chuckle. “I’ve hardly started.” I pick up speed but still vary the severity of each slap. My jeans are soaked with his precum as his dick drips between my legs. He really is letting go and loving it. I’m not going to keep it up for much longer, my own cock wants in on the fun. I finish by counting down from ten, giving the final smack where his arse and thighs meet. Memphis lets out a cry, and I think he’s going to come, but he holds it back.
I have him on his back, his knees pushed to his chest, and I unzip my cock, snatch the sachet, and tear it open. I squeeze the lube directly onto his hole and start to stretch him with one hand and coat lube over my dick with the other.
“Enough.” He is wriggling. “I want the burn.”
“Christ, I thought I wanted the little side of you, but I’ve gotta say this demanding, know what you want attitude is hot as fuck. I think I want to hear more from you.” I grin at him.
I press the blunt head of my incredibly hard and aching cock to his entrance, slowly press the pucker, sliding inside only millimetres at a time. Hopefully, Memphis will get the hint and start talking.
“For fuck’s sake, Royal, just get that monster dick inside me,” he snarls ineffectively, because he’s just too cute. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You sure you don’t want more lube? Because this monster dick, as you called it, isn’t going to stop pounding you into the mattress.” I nudge my cock further in, just popping the first ring of muscle. He’s a little slick but not much; I’ve no doubt he’ll feel the stretch and burn just as he wanted.
“Do it,” he snaps and pulls his legs up to his chest. A growl escapes me as the handprints on his arse become visible.
I spit on my dick and his hole, then plunge deep inside. One thrust and I’m balls deep and feeling every fucking ripplefrom his channel as I pump in and out. Memphis’ eyes are shut tight, his mouth open as I rut into him. “Open your eyes, boy, look at me.”
His pupils are blown wide as his face relaxes; his slack mouth turns into a grin. “Fuck, you feel huge.”
A huff of laughter bursts from me. “I am huge, although you’re not small yourself. I think I’d like that inside me sometime too.”
I get back to fucking him as he processes the thought of fucking me. It’s obviously not something he’s thought about, making me wonder if he’s ever topped. Something to think about another time, right now I want to make him come so I can. “Stroke yourself; I want to watch you come.”
My original thought was to pull out and cover him in my cum, but the memory of his last partner coming over his body, rather than inside him makes me think again. I don’t want him to have any reminders of his past.
“I don’t need to, the way you’re pressing on my prostate is doing the job nicely, thank you very much.”
I pick up speed whilst still focusing on the delicious buddle of nerves he’s enjoying. His hands go up above his head, elongating his already beautifully stretched out torso. I wonder how he’ll feel about being restrained. I can feel the tell-tale sign of my own impending orgasm, my nerve endings come alive and like a detonator wire, sparks down my spine and up my legs to reach my already tingling balls.
Memphis looks as lost in pleasure as I feel, but I don’t know him well enough to read all his cues. For now, I cheat and give his balls a nudge. Then with the Dom in me, I command him to come.
Spunk flies from his cock, splattering his stomach before pouring a stream of the creamy, sticky cum up his sternum to hispecs. My own orgasm is simultaneous as I pump my load deep inside him. Pulse after hot pulse.
Drained, physically and figuratively, I withdraw and flop down next to him and just relax. With a sigh of contentment, I turn my head to face him. He looks how I feel. Complete. I ask. “Did I hurt you?”
He mirrors my action, but with a wry smile playing on his lips. “When you spanked me to oblivion, or when you fucked me blind?”
My concern evaporates, and I smile, letting my dimples pop. “Hmm, either, both. As long as you’re happy with what happened, I’m good.”
“Always the caring Daddy coming out.” His voice is low, the post orgasmic glow still in his eyes.
I told him that even without him being a little with me, I’m not going to change. “That part of me is never going to change. I don’t mind who you are or how we play, but if you think you’ve moved on from needing a caring lover, someone who puts not only you, but your happiness, wellbeing, and your safety first, you’re wrong.
“I love your bratty side as much as this, the side that wants me to cuddle and look after you.” I kiss him; he eagerly opens his mouth, letting me dip inside the wet heat and stroke his tongue with mine.
Hmm, I could get used to this. I’m finally sure of myself with him. Our relationship is definitely one that’s going to shift and develop as we learn more about each other. In fact, I think we could be ready to go for round two. Until the shrill ring of my phone interrupts us.
I pull away and get off the bed to retrieve my phone from the top of my folded clothes. “It’s Finn.” I answer, and I’m greeted with the sound of heavy sobs. “Hey, what’s wrong. Finn, are you hurt? Did something happen?”
“It’s M…Matt, he’s just walked out on me.” He begins sobbing again. There’s something he’s not telling me, and the thought of him hurting my friend has my blood boiling.
“Did he hurt you? What happened?” I can see the worry on Royal’s face. He’s never met my friend, but his instinct to care and protect is rising up in him.
“He didn’t mean it. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have questioned him.” Finn is still crying, but it’s lessening.
His boyfriend hit him. He fucking hit him. Fury rages through me; no one should ever be hit in anger, especially not my best friend. “I’m on my way. It will take a few hours to get to you. Has he got a key? I want you to lock the door so he can’t get back in.”
Finn protests exactly the way I knew he would, but there’s no way I’m letting him deal with this alone. “Finn, I’m coming.” I end the call before he can say anything else.
