He smiles. “You always take such good care of me.”
I have no idea what to say to that, so I lean in for a kiss, letting it linger as I try not to worry about how many kisses we have left.
When I finally pull away, it’s only because I’m already painfully hard, and I can’t wait to advance things any longer. I take a seat at the chair positioned between his legs, just like I suggested, and he lifts his head to look down his muscular body at me. He winks and something in my chest squeezes.
I can’t look at his perfect face right now; I’m far too close to admitting how I really feel, to saying I’m madly in love with him and we can forget all about my plan. But I promised myself I wouldn’t do that, that I would give him the space to move out and decide what he really wanted on his own.
If there’s any chance I’ll ever believe that we belong together, I need to set him free first.
So I lean in and pour all the things I’m not ready to say into my actions, into hopefully making him feel as good as I possibly can. I don’t hold back as I lick and suck around his hole, making the shapes and letters and patterns with my tongue that I’ve learned over our time together get the biggest reaction from him.
He’s quickly moaning and panting and begging for more. I love it. I love knowing that I’m the one earning each of those cries, that I’m the one in control of his pleasure.
When he’s relaxed enough, I fuck into him with my tongue, and the moan he lets out sounds like it’s straight out of a cheesy porn film.
I slowly add a finger with my tongue, continuing to open him up as he moans for more. I switch to lube, adding more fingers, and far too quickly, he’s begging for my dick.
This is it.
“I need to take off my clothes. Get off the table now and bend over it so I can fuck you, but don’t forget the pillow,” I instruct. The table is low enough that with him bent over, it should be the perfect angle. And yes, I might have considered that when I chose it. Who wouldn’t?
He hurries to get off the table, bending over in front of me as I slowly remove my shirt, and then my pants and underwear. The whole time he’s bent over, he’s squirming, his ass shifting back and forth, seeking me to fill him up. It’s such a fucking power trip to know how desperate he is for me.
When I’m naked, I trail my hand up and down his spine, stopping before I get to his hole. The whimper he makes is the sweetest sound. “Adriaaaan, please.”
“Please, what?” I tease.
“Fuck me!” he demands.
And as much as I want to, I can’t help but tease him a little more, making a tsking sound as I round the table instead. “But you didn’t listen to me.”
He whips his head in my direction. “What?”
“You didn’t listen,” I repeat. “I told you to bring the pillow, and you left it all the way over here.” I hold it up, now on the opposite end of the table. “Maybe you don’t really want me to fuck you.”
His jaw drops open, and he stares at me in disbelief. “I absolutely want you to fuck me.”
I smirk. “Ask me again. Beg me to fuck you. Maybe if you do it nicely enough, I’ll forgive you.”
We both know that I’m going to fuck him regardless of what he says, as long as it isn’t “no.” He’s told me countless times by now how hot it is when I boss him around, when I make him beg for it.
And tonight, more than any other night, maybe a part of me needs to hear it. Needs to hear him begging for my cock, begging for me.
Maybe I’m just desperate for anything that might help me believe that it could be true.
“Please, Adrian. I need you. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen, will you please fuck me? Pretty please, Charming, I need you to stretch me out and fill me up. I want to picture your dick so far up my ass that I see stars every time I try to eat at this table.”
I smile at that thought, round the table again, and grab the condoms and bottle of lube on my way until I’m standing behind him. I open a condom, put it on and slick up my dick with lube before I give his ass any attention. When I finally do tease him with my tip, he rocks back, trying to force me inside of him.
I tsk again. “Hudson, you’re such a bad listener tonight,” I tease.
“Please, Adrian, baby, I need you.”
I freeze, my heart squeezing at the new endearment. He’s never called me that before. It’s always “Charming” or “Prince” or my name. Which he said with “baby,” so he definitely meant it for me.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be good, now. Please fuck me.”
I don’t know what to think after he called me that, but I’m done teasing him. I finally line my dick up with his lubed-up hole and slowly push in.
