Hooking the fingers of my other hand in his pajamas, I dragged them down his hips. He watched, lashes nearly touching his cheeks before he fluttered them again, as though caught between wanting to close his eyes and wanting to stare at me. With his pants around his thighs, I had the best view of his cock, and it was wonderful and beautiful. I’d seen bigger and thicker, but it wasn’t about the appearance—I knew that from experience. I’d waited too long for this moment.
I slid my hand down his length, a pearly drop of precum beading at his slit. I swiped my thumb over the head of his cock, and he gasped, tilting his hips toward me.
Swallowing nervously, I slowly dropped to my knees, careful I didn’t go down too hard with the extra weight of my belly. I cupped my stomach and scratched my nail over the sensitive skin above the head of his cock. He watched me, eyes hazy as he sucked on his bottom lip. I didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to my belly, then back to my face, torn between where he wanted to look.
I raised my chin slightly, silently asking him for permission to suck him, but he didn’t speak his consent. He tapped his cock against my lips.
I grinned and opened my mouth, taking him inside. With the hand not cradling my stomach, I grasped the base of his length, holding him tightly. I took him completely into the warm cavern of my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
He groaned and cursed, arching forward over me and spreading his legs. He tasted salty and masculine. I wanted more. Ineededeverything he could give me. I bobbed on him, sucking and licking and working it like I always did when I had a nice, juicy cock in my mouth, showing him my best skills. After years with many different men, I’d learned what they liked, just as I knew what I enjoyed, and the sounds Dare made were perfect. He switched between saying my name, moaning, and muttering swear words, and everything that left his mouth only encouraged me to go harder and faster.
My hand caressing my belly slid into my pants to find my cock, where I stroked it in time with the way I was sucking Dare. I barely needed to touch myself because my body was already buzzed and ready to erupt. Vines of pleasure twisted their way through me until I clamped my hand on myself to stop from coming so soon.
I stared up at Dare—his flushed cheeks, eyes screwed closed, mouth open and panting—and it was impossible to look away. Grazing my teeth over the sensitive skin of his cock, I watched as a full-body shudder swept through him and his eyes shot open. He returned my gaze.
“I want you to come on my face.” I traced the tip of my forefinger along his length. He trembled as I reached down to lift my shirt to my chin, showing off my belly and nipples. “No, come on me here.”
He gripped his cock, replacing my hand at the base, and stared down at me with hungry eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and slid his tongue over his upper lip, another tremor shaking his body as he stepped closer.
I grinned, excitement winding its way through me until it was a tangle of emotions that had my skin prickling. I tugged hard at my erection, pressure building at the base of my spine. My balls were hanging heavy, full and ready to explode, but he needed to come on me first.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered, barely a breath of words as I gave him a pleading look. I ran my hand up over my belly and to my left nipple, tweaking it. He let out a breath, eyes widening. “Come on me.”
He grabbed the counter behind me, grasping it until his fingers turned white, and jerked off with quick, rough yanks. The sight of him had my mouth watering and my balls so tight I thought they’d burst then and there.
“Oh fuck, Z. Oh shit.” He stilled, his muscles locking into place as a long, drawn-out groan left his mouth. Cum shot from his slit, painting the silicone belly. Some reached as far as my nipples and chin. He quaked through his release, his eyes clenched closed and his cheeks redder than I’d ever seen them.
The warmth of his seed on my chest and chin had me whimpering, wishing the silicone was really my belly so I could feel it there, too. How I dreamed I was full with his child, that he’ddonethis to me.
The fantasy had my orgasm ripping through me so hard I collapsed on my ass, strings of spunk coating my fist and spraying the loose pair of pants I wore. I trembled through the fireworks that exploded in my real stomach, my vision bursting with an array of multicolored sparkles until I fell against the counter cabinets, boneless and panting as though I’d run a marathon.
Laughing, Dare dropped to the floor next to me, cock still out and pajama pants around his thighs. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” I chuckled and leaned my shoulder against his, gasping for breath. I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm rocked me like this one had, but all the other guys I’d shared them with were never Dare.
He tilted his head toward me, and I leaned forward hesitantly, touching my mouth against his in a soft, nervous brush of lips. When he cupped my face and deepened our kiss, I sighed into his touch in relief. He smelled like sex and sweat, and I had the strong urge to lick every inch of his skin to get a good taste of him.
“We should shower,” he said against my lips. “We have work soon.”
I pouted. “I already showered….” Glancing down at myself, I laughed. “I’ll need another one. I’m sorry I messed up breakfast. Itried.”
He grinned, flashing me those amazing pearly whites and the dips of his cheeks. “You did try, and I love that. We’ll get Starbucks on the way, otherwise we’ll be late.”
“Who cares? We always do free work. What does it matter if we’re late?” As much as I tried to sound confident, my voice wavered.
He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Come on. I’ll help you wash again.”
As much as I hated that we’d have to go to work after the shower, I let him lead me back up the stairs and to the bathroom. We stepped inside, and he went to close the door before halting, realization passing over his face. There was no need for privacy anymore. We’d seen each other naked and done a lot more. He’dseenme with a dildo up my ass while I had my belly on; we’d passed the point of embarrassment.
We stripped our clothes and took the time to stare at each other’s naked bodies. Dare wasn’t muscles on muscles; he was the perfect combination of strong arms and soft belly. A real man, not one dreamed up in romance novels or porn. As much as I loved my fake boyfriends, the person I wanted was in front of me.
To my surprise he helped me remove the belly, taking considerable time to lay it against the wall so it wouldn’t get damaged in any way. My heart raced as he held his hand out to me. I slid my fingers into his. He stepped into the bathtub, and I did, too, as he closed the curtain.
“Warm?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my words as he turned to twist the knobs. It took him a few moments to get the setting right, and then he moved out of the way so we could both get the jets of water cascading down on us. Like he’d promised, he grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up before sliding it across my wet shoulders. He took his time bathing me, smoothing the cloth over every inch of my skin, including dipping it between my asscheeks.
I bit at the corner of my mouth as he cuddled me closer, our chests pressed tightly against each other. He reached around me and slid that washcloth down my crack, touching it to my hole. I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d do, but he continued with his washing as though he hadn’t just cleaned the most sensitive part of my body.
