“No condom. Damn. You look so incredibly sexy waiting for me with your ass all red.”
His compliment brought heat to my face, but then I wanted to know what he meant. “Just my ass, Sir?”
“All of you. But I’d be lying if I said seeing my handprints on you didn’t turn me on.”
King climbed behind me. I had a moment of panic, as he was thicker than any of my previous partners. He pressed the head to my tight pucker. I enjoyed being penetrated as much I enjoyed being the one doing the penetrating, but his girth concerned me and the action made me clench. “I’ve… thought about this before,” I confessed. “But not quite like this.”
“Relax, babyboy. It’s going to be better than any fantasy you could possibly have imagined.”
“Wait! Sir, can you… um–?”
“Are you stalling or do you need something?”
“Will you please kiss me before you fuck me senseless?”
Kingston moved me slightly so he could reach my mouth. He kissed me deeply, passionately. We made out like we used to. I’d missed the way he tasted. Moaning into his mouth while he whispered sweet nothings in between kisses had me melting into a pile of goo. And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
“If you need a break, Reed? Or it hurts? You tell me.”
“I’m good. Please, Sir. Please fuck me!”
“You’re so fucking hot, babyboy. I love the way you beg.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I was sure my eyes were nearly sparkling with anticipation. He helped me back into the position I’d been in before we kissed. Lubing his finger, he slid it inside my tight hole, stretching me. I’d missed the feeling and my nerves lit up in pleasure. Before I could overthink anymore, he withdrew his digit and pressed his cock against me. Kingston slowly entered, allowing me adequate time to accommodate him. He filled me up in a way I hadn’texperienced before. He thrust in and out of my tight asshole, slowly at first, then faster.
“Oh god, Sir.”
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes!”
We’d had sexual experiences together once or twice back in our twenties, but it had been with another man in the middle. We hadn’t explored each other at the time. As he’d promised, the way he fucked me was even better than I thought it could be. He brought me closer and closer to my peak while I arched.
“Sir!”
“Yeah, baby?”
“You feel so good. Mmm. I’m so close.”
“That’s my good boy. Stroke your cock while I fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The way he ordered me to play with myself while he pumped in and out of me brought me over the edge. I came all over my hand as he hit his own peak. For some reason I felt a hundred times lighter. Pleasure crashed through my body like a wave, and I nearly came again. I was blissfully sated, muttering sweet words to him as he pulled out.
Kingston flicked his gaze to mine. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I’msomuch better than okay.”
“Good. Let’s clean up. Then we’ll go drink your fancy coffee,” he said, patting my hip.
“King?”
“Nah.” King negated the use of his first name. “I’d like you to call me Sir until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir. Um, I need to tell you something.”
