“What’s up?” he asked, tugging the knot of his tie loose. He stalked over to where I was sitting on the end of the bed, and I allowed my gaze to roam over him.
Fuck, he looked good.
“Check it out,” I said, holding up my sling-free hand and wiggling my fingers. “Back in action, baby.”
Ryan’s smile was so gorgeous; I was sure someone more talented than me could write a whole fucking song about it.
Though… the thought of someone writing a song about him made me fucking homicidal. So much so that I needed to shake the thought away and remind myself it wasn’t real.
No one was actually trying to write songs about him. He was mine. He would alwaysbemine.
“Amazing.” He beamed, pulling my hand up to his mouth and leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of each finger.
“You know what that means?” I grinned, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Tell me.”
“It means we need to test it out. Make sure everything’s working properly.”
His gaze immediately darkened, and I felt my cock throb between my legs at the sight.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He swallowed, and I stood up, steering him around to take my place on the edge of the bed.
“Take your pants off, beautiful. Let me see that big, sexy cock.”
I helpedRyan undress and had him lie on his back in my favorite position... With his legs bent and his ass fully exposed.
Ryan struggled with negative self-esteem because of all the bullying he had endured as a child, and I’d been working on building him up in our day-to-day. It seemed to have been helping, but Ilovedforcing him to build himself up during sex.
Pushing him out of his comfort zone and using his pleasure as a reward for complimenting himself was one of my newfavorite games since that time I fucked him in front of the mirror in IKEA.
It was uncomfortable for him to do, which satisfied my sadistic needs while also forcing my man to see himself the way I did.
Crawling onto the bed and looking down at him, I took a moment to appreciate the way his chest was already rapidly rising and falling as he panted in anticipation.
“You look so pretty like this, all spread open and waiting.”
“Cal…”
It’d been a few days since we’d last fucked, and it was clear he needed to come. He wasn’t allowed to come anymore without my permission. I’d told him that when he tried to tell me we wouldn’t be fucking again until my arm healed.
Once I took masturbation off the table, his resolve evaporated fairly quickly. We still toned it down from the daily pounding I would have loved to subject him to, but still. I’d take what I could get.
He didn’t seem to have any qualms at all now that I was back to full health. His dick was hard as stone and lying all plump and delicious on his chiseled abs, making my mouth water.
“Use your words, baby. What do you want?” I purred, crawling over him but not allowing our bodies to touch at all.
“I want you to… touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
“My cock… I want you to touch my cock.”
I looked down between us just as his dick surged. His glossy, fat head brushed against the crotch of my jeans, and he shuddered.
