13
Jayce
It’d been too long since I was in the clutches of overwhelming need, and I reveled in the warmth of River’s body. When I’d bought the humbler, I didn’t expect to use it, at least not the very first time I played with him, but I’d acted on instinct, and I didn’t regret a thing. The sight of it pulling at River’s balls made me grimace, unable to comprehend what was so thrilling about that kind of ache in his most sensitive body part, but the sight had my own balls humming with need. Between the pressure of his hole and the sight of pain and pleasure sweeping across his face, I was ready to explode.
I clutched at him, my fingernails digging into the back of his thighs. “Fuck, Lamb, you’re so tight.”
He groaned, head thrown back and mouth parted. His legs shook and his toes curled, and it was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. “Sir, please.”
“You’re such a good boy,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss him. My belly pressed against the humbler, and he moaned into my mouth. “You make your Sir so proud.”
“Fuck,” he mumbled, eyes screwed shut. His whole body trembled, and I knew he was close.
“Now, Lamb, I’m going to release this toy and I want you to come for me. Can you do that? Can you come for your Sir?”
His eyelashes fluttered, dark and long against his cheeks, and then he glanced up at me, the liquid pools of his eyes darker than normal. “Yes. Please.”
“Would you do anything to make me happy, Lamb?” I stroked down his cheek and along his jaw. I thrust into him and his head fell back as he groaned.
“Anything, Sir.” He gripped my shoulders, his pleading gaze latched onto mine. River was beautiful like this, a raw version of who he really was deep down. He wasn’t just that overconfident lawyer who knew he could get his clients set free, but he was a man who craved submission beneath it all.
I reached between our bodies and unscrewed the humbler, releasing the pressure to his balls. He groaned louder than before, his legs shuddering. I threw the device to the side and touched his sensitive sacks, listening to the beautiful sounds he made as I massaged them in my palm.
“Come for me, Lamb. Show me how good you are.” I ran my hands down his legs and up his thighs, pinching at a piece of his skin.
He tilted his head back and went to touch himself, but I batted away his hand. I wrapped my own fingers around his cock, using his precum as lube as I stroked up and down his hard length. Watching him unfold and become a pretty mess was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. The usually uptight man who held himself tall was unravelling before my eyes, and knowing that I was the reason had my balls pulling tight to my body. I was so ready to release myself inside of him.
River stiffened, his back arching as he let out a long moan. His cock exploded, jets of cum shooting from his slit and splattering across his stomach and chest. I resisted the urge to lean down to lick it away because I was too close and too busy fucking into his warmth. He squeezed around me with the right amount of pressure, and I clenched my eyes closed when my orgasm blasted through me. My cock jerked and my spunk filled the condom. I shivered through the pleasure until my balls were empty, then had to stop myself from falling on top of River. Holding the condom and pulling myself out of him, I collapsed on the floor.
“Fuck.”
River laughed, and the pleasant sound startled me. “How did you know to use the humbler? That’s… hardcore for a newbie.”
“I told you, I watched videos and stuff.” I shrugged but it was halfhearted, and I was exhausted. My body hummed with the aftermath of my orgasm. “Didn’t think I’d use it on our first time.”
He smiled lazily and leaned over to kiss me. I cupped his cheek, enjoying his tantalizing taste. “I’m glad you did. It was amazing, Sir.”
“River, I’m your Dom from now on,” I whispered against his mouth, dotting a kiss at the corner of his lips. “If you truly don’t want it, you can tap out right now, but I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. From now on, you’ll call me Sir. If we’re alone, you’re to use my title. Do you understand?”
I watched his fingers, which rested on my chest, waiting for him to tap out. He kept them still, not moving, not even a twitch.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your verbal safeword?” I asked, sliding my fingers through his hair. He sighed into my touch.
“Escher.”
“What?” I frowned at him when he laughed.
“He’s an artist. I shouldn’t have expected you to know that, though.” He raised his eyebrows at me, and I smacked him on the arse for his smart-aleck comment.
“What did I say about you being sarcastic?” I rubbed the spot on his cheek I’d just slapped and leaned over to trace my tongue along his chin, licking up the taste of his sweat. “Are you a fan?”
“His work was one of the first art pieces I bought. It cost me a lot of money at auction, but it was worth it.” His eyelids slid closed and he leaned into me. He smelled like sex, and my cock gave a valiant effort to rise again as I stripped off the condom and tied it. It only half succeeded. I was too tired to do anything about it, though. I tossed the condom next to the humbler on the floor. The type of play we’d just done didn’t only leave me physically exhausted, but mentally, too. I’d been enraptured by every face he made and that intensity took energy out of me.
“You didn’t grow up with money?” Was I pushing the boundaries of personal information? Either way, he didn’t seem upset by the question.
“No, not like Madden. My parents have always been hard workers, blue collar. My father worked construction for most of his life, did a lot of overtime to get me through school. Mom was mostly a housewife, but she had cleaning jobs when money was tight. I decided I didn’t want that life of constantly worrying about whether I could pay bills, so I got good grades and went to college to study the law.” River opened his eyes and stared at me with a range of expressions I couldn’t decipher. He’d been like wringing information out of a brick wall before, and now that he was finally opening up, the cascading emotions in his gaze left me breathless. “I thought my parents would be proud of me. They are. Mostly. But they’re self-sufficient. When I offered to help them with money, they refused. Father told me to leave that day, as though me offering them money was the lowest thing I could do. I haven’t talked to him much since. Mom still calls. Father’s always been a stiff-necked man, though. He’d never take help, so I should have realized.”
