“Ari, don’t do that with me.”
His brow furrowed and the smile slid away.
“I like to see the real you.”
The smile crept back across his face.
“I said you don’t have to do that.”
Pink bloomed on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and stole my breath. “I know. I like that you aren’t freaked out by me.”
“Roll to your back,” I said, sliding my hand underneath him to help. He hissed as he moved, and I made sure the ice stayed put on the bruise while I got him comfortable. I was right—his hard-on pushed out the front of his boxers in a very enticing thick ridge. He slid a hand down his flat abs and played with the waistband, teasing his fingers under the fabric, and I crawled up onto the bed and tugged his wood out of the slit in his underwear.
“You’re going to help me, since I’m hurt?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in the early morning silence. He bit his lip, and I couldn’t tell if he was acting or not, but it made me want to touch him more.
“No, I’m going to torture you.”
He laughed, and I settled down on my front between his spread legs. I wasn’t certain when it had happened, but I liked it when Ari was gasping and getting ready to come because of something I was doing to him. Power thrilled through me as I clasped his cockhead between my lips and applied careful suction. I could decide to do anything to him; I was his god. I could make this hurt until his cock went soft—though, depending on what I did, there would be retaliation—or I could make this sexual moment between us a sweet pleasure that was its own gentle torment, which would have him squirming and begging to come. An exhilarating sense of importance washed through me as I glanced up and his dark brown eyes shone with fanatical devotion.
He tried to rock his hips and cried out in pain. I decided to be generous and bobbed my head so he wouldn’t have to move, but I didn’t go fast. I laved my tongue along his shaft and nuzzled into his boxers to suck on a ball and draw it out into the open.
“Master,” he whispered, and the word was the highest praise, coming from him.
I took my time to the point that we would be late for his appointment if we didn’t start getting him ready to go, but I couldn’t bring myself to end this game. I massaged his muscled thighs, playing my fingers across the sensitive skin near his groin, and sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could without choking.
“Master,” he sobbed out, and it was clear in the way he tensed that he was fighting his body’s natural instinct to arch and chase the pleasure of my mouth. I loved that he was creating his own checks and balances, with the pain in his body forcing him to wait for me to deliver the pleasure.
Excitement buzzed underneath my skin. I bobbed up to suck on his cockhead and his cum burst into my mouth in a powerful shot. His hips bucked, and I thought maybe he hadn’t meant to do that because he let out a sob that was quickly followed by a moan. I drank his load down and kept going until his balls were empty and he was panting, his face flushed. I wasn’t sure what he was mumbling under his breath, but he ran his fingers through my hair.
I crawled up the bed, careful not to jostle him, and when I reached his mouth, I attacked his beautiful lips, sucking and nibbling on them until he turned his head away to catch his breath.
“Let me take care of you. I want it.” He groped down and clutched at my belt but winced as he tried to curl to a seated position to actually get his hand in my pants.
“Not right now, it’ll hurt you.”
“My mouth isn’t injured,” he said, then licked along the seam of my lips. At some point while I’d blown him my cock had firmed up, and the tiny action from him had it pulsing.
“Mm. I want to fuck you.”
“Yes,” he sighed out. “Do it.”
“After the doctor says we won’t injure your back more by moving you around.”
He scowled. “I like to see you come.”
My chest felt warm. We enjoyed doing the same things for each other... and I didn’t know what that meant, but I liked it. I kissed him and thought seriously about fucking him, especially since he clearly wanted it, but I backed off. “If there’s something wrong with your spine, I could hurt you, and not in a fun way. I could even do permanent damage. If it’s fine, I’ll stuff you so full of my cock you’ll feel it for a month, and that’s a promise.”
He huffed, and I couldn’t get over how much I enjoyed the way he was acting. Normally people annoyed me when they were demanding, but he wanted me to touch him and fuck him, and maybe that was the difference. He needed me, my cock, and the way I made him feel. I kissed him again.
“I promise I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll regret offering your ass to me, but first we have to get you out of this bed and to the doctor’s office.”
He nodded and didn’t say anything as I got up and held my hands out to him. Considering the fact that his face went white as a sheet while I was moving him, he was strangely stoic while it was happening. Not a peep slipped from between his lips. When he was standing, he let out a shaky breath, and I kept my arms around him on the off chance he couldn’t do this alone.
“Does it hurt?”
“So bad,” he gasped out, then panted as something close to sobs escaped from between his lips before he slammed his mouth shut.
“Do you like it?” I whispered in his ear, brushing my nose through his soft hair.
