I moan again because at this moment, I really feel like I am made for him. His fat cock is all the way down my throat, and I don’t feel anything but calm. I trust him, he trusts me, and everything we’ve done here tonight has been the best of my life.
For a brief second, I remember that this is only a Valentine’s Day one night stand, but it’s quickly brushed away when Eros grips my throat stuffed with his cock and starts to fuck me in earnest.
I hold on for dear life as he uses me like his own personal cock sleeve. In and out he plunges, more spit dripping from my mouth mixed with some of his salty pre-cum. I suck him as best I can, but mostly I allow him to do as he pleases.
Eros lets go of my neck, slowing his thrusts so he can lean forward, and takes my soft cock in his hand. I cry out around his dick, nails biting into his thighs but not pushing him away. He pumps my sensitive shaft and to my surprise I start to get hard again. I thought I’d be spent for longer, but everything with this man has been different than the norm. His touch is like a magical aphrodisiac.
He praises me and spits on my cock to make it wet. He pumps me over and over, working me up until I’m hard. He moves away when he’s satisfied. I expect him to go back to fucking my throat in the way he’d been before, but instead he tweaks my nipples.
I moan and he does it again, thrusting into my mouth in one hard stroke so I gag before he pulls out of my mouth completely. I want to protest, to tell him I wanted to feel him come down my throat, but he shushes me. He helps me move from the edge of the bed, laying me against the pillows. He wipes away the mess I’ve made of my face before he takes my lips into a kiss.
“You’re incredible, Theo.” Eros nips at my lower lip and presses me into the pillows, his face hovering above mine. It’s the first time our naked bodies have been joined. His softness mixed with my hardness only makes me hotter for him, and I want to spend hours exploring him. To see what makes him tick.
Does he like pain too? He liked when I fucked his mouth, but would he like it if I spanked him too? Edged him? Or did he just allow me to fuck his face earlier to give me the feeling of control I needed? It would be fun to find out. It would also be fun to eat strawberries and whipped cream off his chest and cock. To lick him until he screamed for me to let him come in my mouth.
My cock jumps against Eros’s and he lifts a brow at me. “What were you thinking about?”
“You coming in my mouth.”
He chuckles. “Maybe later.”
My heart flutters that he’s thinking about later like I am—even if later is hours from now. It means he doesn’t want this to end.
I smile against his mouth as he takes my lips into another kiss, this one stronger than before. His tongue slips in and he twines it with mine. This time he’s not dominating me, instead we dance together, our hips moving in time with our tongues strokes.
We make out like we’re teenagers in my parent’s basement, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies until our cocks are so hard against one another, I know soon one of us will bust. Most likely me, because the damn plug is still buzzing in my ass, and in this position, it’s hitting all the right places.
“Eros?”
“Yes, Theo?” He murmurs between shorter kisses.
“I need you to fuck me now.”
His eyes find mine, my hand that was resting on his waist finding his hair, dragging through the mussed curls.
“You want my fat cock in your ass, Theo?”
“Don’t make me beg again. Haven’t I been a good slut for you?”
He rolls his hips so our cocks rub together in delicious friction. “You’ve been the very best slut, Theo.”
I bring my hand from his hair and press my thumb into his lower lip. “Then fuck me.”
Eros captures my lips into his, a brutal kiss meant to re-establish his dominance over me. He presses me back against the pillows, our bodies molding together. When he’s had his fill of my mouth, he moves down my neck, sucking on my thrumming pulse point. He works his way across my pecs then down to my navel, kissing the dips in my pubic bone, and licking my lower abs until I’m shivering, and my cock is throbbing.
When he reaches my dick he pumps it once, his eyes finding mine. They’re full of blazing heat, and a hunger that makes me think he’s a starving man who hasn’t eaten in weeks.
“Eros—” I moan, when he licks the crown of my cock like a lollipop.
“Shh,” he says. “Good things come to those who wait.”
I think he’s going to put his mouth on my cock again, but instead he pushes my legs up and tugs on the base of the plug. He shuts off the vibration and plays with the toy. Pushing it in and out of my ass, but never fully removing it.
My abs clench at the sensation, my cock twitching. I’m about to resort to begging again when he finally pulls it out completely. I shout, both from relief and need for his cock to fill the space he just emptied.
Eros throws the plug somewhere on the ground and lowers my legs, dragging his nails over my thighs.
“Flip over onto your belly.” He gets off the bed, and I do as he asks. There’s the sound of rustling and the mattress dips again. I look over my shoulder to see Eros working a condom over his thick shaft.
