“Fuck, I can’t remember the last time sex was fun,” he mused. The more he laughed, the more I relaxed. I didn't have to worry about playing a role with him. With Ryan, I was free to be myself. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want you watching as I open you up.”
I opened my eyes but didn't move.
“Get the pillows,” he instructed me. “Prop them behind you so you can sit up.”
It wasn't until he shifted to the side that I realized there was a floor length mirror behind him.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned out. He had moved just enough that I was able to watch as his fingers breached my entrance. It wasn’t that I was inexperienced, but it had been a while since I’d bottomed. The bar scene had gotten old, and I’d had other shit on my mind.
“Have you ever watched someone fucking you, sweetheart?” He slid a second finger next to the first, spreading them so my hole gaped. “You’re still resisting. Relax and let me in, Tanner. I’m not going to fuck you until I know I won’t hurt you.”
Unless he planned on fisting me as part of foreplay, it was going to hurt. Ryan’s wasn’t the longest dick I’d ever had, but he was thick. My eyes fluttered closed as he curled his fingers, grazing along my prostate. While some guys loved that feeling, it hadn’t ever been something I looked forward to. It was uncomfortable, but then right as I opened my mouth to protest, he pegged me just right and I saw literal stars dancing behind my eyes.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Your options are to watch yourself in the mirror or give me your attention. Don’t hide away from me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I gasped. For all my internal bluster earlier about not waiting for his permission to come, now I found myself craving it. I wanted to hold out until he was inside of me. I wanted him to feel my ass clenching around his shaft.
My eyes shot back to the mirror. Somehow, that was safer than looking at him. He saw too much, knew too much. And if I focused on him, there was no way I’d be able to keep myself from falling in love with him. Or worse, admitting it, because I was sure I’d been in love with him forever.
“Yeah, you have a dirty streak, don’t you?” he teased. He added more lube before stretching me with a third finger. “Someday, I’m going to Facetime you and make you do this to yourself for me. Daddy doesn’t want to let you go now that he has you. He’s going to call you every night to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, and then he’s going to help you get ready for bed. Since he can’t give you goodnight kisses and tuck you in, he’ll tell you all the filthy things he wants you to do with this hole. Would you like that?”
My head thrashed back and forth against the pillows. I wasn't sure I was capable of coherent thought at that point. Someday, as in after, as in not saying goodbye when he dropped me off at my apartment.
Daddy doesn’t want to let you go.
Daddy’s going to call you every night.
It had to be the lust talking. No way was he saying this didn’t have to end when he went home.
“No? You wouldn’t come for me? You wouldn’t fuck yourself with the phone propped up at just the right angle so I could imagine it’s your pretty hole I’m burying my cock inside of instead of my fist?” When he pouted, he looked ridiculous. It was exaggerated to the point of comical. “And here I thought you were the perfect boy for me.”
“I am,” I said in a rush. I’d do anything he asked of me, if only I could hold out hope a bit longer. “Or, I want to be. I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
“We might have to see how serious you are about that.” He bent down, sucking one of my nuts into his mouth. He curled his tongue around it, tugging slightly, grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth as he released me before giving the other side the same attention. He closed his hand over mine, guiding me as I stroked my cock. His hand stilled as he looked up the length of my body. “Would you go into the bathroom at work if Daddy was horny and needed to hear you getting off while I tell you how I want you to do it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I sighed. My dick twitched in my hand and my balls tingled.
He was more coordinated than I could ever hope to be. He flicked his tongue around the base of my cock and my balls while guiding my hand up and down my shaft and plunging two fingers from his other hand deep into my hole.
“Please, Ryan,” I begged. “Don't make me wait. I'm going to come if you keep doing that.” I was already leaking a steady stream of precum and I could feel my balls tightening, my shaft swelling. I was seconds away from coming with enough force the entire wing of the resort would know what we were up to.
“You’ve been waiting for this a long time, haven't you?” he asked as he sat back, resting his ass on his heels.
I nodded.
“One of those nights when I call you, I’m going to make you tell me what you wished you could have done to me that night you crawled into my bed,” he warned me. I really hoped this wasn’t just sexy pillow talk because I was already looking forward to hearing his voice on the other end of the line. It would be a shitty substitute for having him next to me, but it would be worth it to not have to let him go.
“And then I’ll tell you everything I’ve thought about doing to you and you’ll act it out for me,” he continued as he suited up. Another pack of lube came out and he slicked himself up, his head falling back as he moaned. He stood, yanking me so my ass hung off the edge of the bed. He dragged the head of his cock through my crease as he said, “But I’m really curious what was going through that head of yours.”
“It wasn't about what I wanted to do to you,” I admitted.
“Oh? What were you thinking about then?” he asked. The head of his cock stretched my entrance. I bore down, waiting for that first uncomfortable thrust, but it never came. He pulled back and gave me nothing more than the tip over and over again. “Tell me, Tanner. Was there something you wished I’d do to you? Did you want me to wake up and take this pretty ass that morning? I could have punished you by burying myself inside your body without any prep. The lube on my condom would have to be enough. And I wouldn’t have stopped until my hips were pressing against your ass.”
“Yes!” I cried out as he filled me with a long, slow thrust. The languid cadence was frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. It wasn’t enough, but the way the tendons in his neck stood out, I knew he was trying to stave off his own release. “I wanted you to be my first. No one had ever fucked me because I kept hoping it would be you.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t give that to you.” He bent down, curling a hand around the back of my neck. I could feel the slick sheen of sweat on his forehead as he pressed it to mine. “I hate that I wasn’t your first, baby. If I had it to do all over—”
Before he could finish that thought, I twisted my fingers in his hair and forced his lips against mine. I could feel him smiling as my lips parted. He tasted like me now, and fuck if that wasn’t the ultimate rush.
