Danny’s hand slipped under the sheet. I curled my fingers around his waist, stopping him from playing with himself. I’d insisted on both of us wearing our underwear to bed as a buffer. If he’d been naked, it would have been too easy to wake him by nestling my cock against his ass, or with my fingers working him open to take me. This morning, I regretted that decision. My boy needed attention.
“Are you going to do exactly as you’re told?” I rolled his other nipple between my thumb and middle finger, loving the needy little moan that escaped him.
“Yes, Sir,” he panted, wiggling around. His eyes fluttered open, and he lifted a hand to my cheek. “Please don’t keep me waiting. I want to feel you inside of me. Want you to fill me with cum so I know who I belong to.”
This time, it was my turn to groan. It had been a long damn time since I’d been with someone I was serious enough about to go bare. I knew he was on PrEP, and so was I, simply as a precaution. I’d been tested after the first time we’d been together, knowing there wasn’t going to be anyone else as long as he was around. All signs pointed to it being safe for me to give him what he wanted, but this wasn’t a topic for sleepy, early morning conversations while we were fooling around.
“Do you mean that, boy?” I rolled on top of him, grinding my length against his. “Would you let me plug you after so none of it leaks out, and let me see how many loads you can take in a day?”
“Oh fuck, yes!” He bucked against me, whimpering, and I knew he was already close to coming. That worked for me. He’d waited so long for this. The first time I fucked him, I wanted him to last longer than a few seconds. Hell, I needed to take the edge off, too, otherwise I’d blow my load the second the head of my cock pressed past his entrance. “Please, Sir. Make me yours.”
“You already are,” I growled in his ear. I quickly shucked my briefs before pulling his down his thighs. His bottom lip paled from the pressure of his teeth. He was trying so hard to be a good boy for me. The scent of precum and sweat lingered in the air as I started rutting against him again. I pinned his arms to his sides. “Let me take care of you. I’m not going to fuck you until after we talk, but I don’t think either of us are capable of thinking right now.”
“Want to be good,” he murmured as he writhed beneath me. “Want you inside me.”
“And that’s exactly where I plan on being, but not yet,” I informed him. “I’ve been waiting just as long as you to bury myself in that pretty hole again. This will take the edge off.”
Danny was leaking so much precum I didn’t need to get the lube out of my nightstand. I curled a hand around both of us, as much as I could. Wanting to feel our dicks completely enveloped, I reached for my boy. “Give me your hand, Danny.”
I laced our fingers together, creating a tight passage for our cocks. I threw my head back, moaning at the sensation of his length gliding along mine. “Tell me what you want, Danny. Is this good?”
His head thrashed from side to side.
“What do you need?”
“Too sweet. Need it harder. Want you to use me.” The signs were all there, pointing to Danny wanting to be manhandled. I pushed away thoughts of how I’d put my own fears ahead of his needs and tightened my grip. “Better. I can take it, Sir. I want to hurt for you. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t actually hurt me. Don’t treat me like you’re going to break me.”
Fuuuuuck, he was going to kill me. I twisted my free hand in his hair. He moaned when I tugged hard. “Is this what you need? You want to feel like you’recompletelyunder my control? Like everything I’m doing to you is because it’s whatIwant to happen?”
“Yes,” he cried out. His body went rigid, and I felt his cock twitching in my grasp. “More. Please.”
There wasn’t much more I could do to him in this position, but I had an idea. I pulled away from him and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees for me, boy. You want to be my toy, get that mouth open so I can fuck it.”
He nearly tumbled out of the bed headfirst when his feet got tangled in the sheet. I reached out, steadying him. When he knelt, I pressed my bare foot against his length. He threw his head back as he moaned. When he looked up at me, his eyes were glassy and unfocused. “Don’t you dare come without permission. Remember this is whatyouwanted.”
“I won’t, Sir,” he promised.
I gripped his chin, holding his mouth open as I lowered his face to my groin. Ragged breaths washed over my over-sensitized skin. I traced his lips with the head of my cock, painting his flesh with precum. My dick twitched as Danny’s wet tongue flicked against the head. He was starving for another salty, bitter taste. “Hold still and let me fuck your mouth.”
Danny’s only response was a slight nod. He blinked rapidly as I fed him my length. I stilled, giving him a couple seconds to adjust to the fullness in his mouth. He sucked in a deep breath, then gripped the backs of my calves, encouraging me deeper. His eyes watered as his throat convulsed around my shaft. His every breath was under my control. Fuck, I’d forgotten what it felt like to have a boy submit to me so completely.
I released him and he collapsed against my legs, gasping for breath. His face was a mess between the tears and saliva pouring from the corners of his mouth. But he wasmymess. I twisted my fingers in the back of his hair, yanking his head back so he was looking up at me. With my free hand, I wiped away his tears. “You do that very well. Do you want to keep going?”
“I want whatever you want, Sir,” he responded. His eyes were unfocused, and his words slurred. It only took a quirk of my eyebrow for him to restrain his hands between his knees after I caught him reaching for his dick. The head was swollen and deep red. I winced, imagining how painful it must be for him to wait.
“That’s my boy,” I praised him. “As soon as you swallow my load, I’ll take care of you.” I couldn’t wait to lay him out on the bed and kiss my way up his legs before taking him into my mouth. Aside from fucking or rimming, blow jobs were my favorite reward for a job well done. Some saw it as an act of submission, but I believed it could be either. When I sucked Danny’s cock, there would be no mistaking who was in control.
I fisted Danny’s hair, using his face to bring myself to a quick climax. As much as I loved drawing out the pleasure, it felt like the past month had been the world’s longest edging session. I wanted both of us to come so we’d be able to focus before I took him to DeSires later this morning.
The benefit of being friends with people in high places was I was able to arrange some private play time before they opened for the day. John completely understood why Danny hadn’t wanted to play last night but agreed that if there was anyone who needed a session, it was him. So, he’d called in a favor from Jack, and later this morning he’d get his surprise.
“That’s it, boy. Swallow around me,” I demanded when I felt a zing of energy down my spine. It wasn’t going to be long now. “Suck. Don’t you dare spill a drop.”
Danny’s fingers dug into my hips as he buried his nose against my groin. His body glistened with sweat, his damp hair sticking to his forehead. I arched off the mattress, pressing against the back of his head to bury my cock down his throat. Danny whimpered and cried but didn’t let go as spurt after spurt of my cum shot into his mouth. “Such a good boy. Fuck, your mouth is sinful. I might never let you go home, just so you can wake me up like this every morning.”
His little whimper said he was on-board for that idea.
As I came down from my orgasm, Danny rested his head on my knee, gasping for breath. He hummed quietly as I smoothed the hair away from his face. The look of adoration he flashed when he was finally able to lift his head would have put me on my knees if I wasn’t already sitting.
