I nodded. Literal tears of ecstasy were spilling down my cheeks as he leisurely fingered that magical fucking spot he had found in my ass.
“Say the words, Ryan. I need to hear it.”
“I belong to you,” I croaked, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he immediately increased his pace.
“Good fucking boy, Ryan. You can come now.”
I frowned. I had been expecting him to let me up and finish me with his hand, at the very least. But he stayed exactly where he was; the only thing that changed was the pace with which he thrust his fingers in and out of me.
“I thought you were going to?—”
“I said I would let you come. I didn’t say I was going to touch you,” he growled as his fingers hit that spot again and again andagain.
“Ah, ah, fuck!”
The burning pool of pleasure that he had been keeping at an intense simmer kicked up to an insatiable boil. I humped the ground faster and faster as he thrust deeper and deeper.
“Holy shit, I’m nnnngh, I’m fucking coming!” I cried out in shock just as my dick started spurting. I felt the hot cum shoot up my stomach and into the ground, dampening the earth beneath me.
Cal didn’t stop. He finger fucked me the entire time as I came and came and came.
It was the most intense feeling I had ever experienced in my life.
How had I gone so long without knowing my body could feel this good?
I twitched and jerked beneath him, and he praised and soothed me through the entire ordeal.
When I was completely spent, my body went limp. Cal removed his fingers and wiped them off on his shirt before gently rolling me onto my back. He straddled my hips, grinning down at me with the brightest, goofiest smile on his face.
I couldn’t stop myself from grinning back. My whole body was buzzing, and I felt so fucking relaxed.
“How was your first time getting your prostate stroked, straight boy?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a tender kiss to my lips. I laughed against him before closing my eyes and kissing him back.
“I have a confession to make,” I muttered against his soft mouth.
He pulled back and cocked his head to the side. Giving me that quizzical look that sometimes reminded me of a curious puppy.
“What’s that?”
“I think I might be gay.”
He threw his head back and laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
Ihelped Ryan up and wrapped my arm around his waist in an effort to steady him on the walk back to the car. Outside of the beatings we had both taken, I was assuming his ass was relatively sore, considering that was his first real experience with anal penetration.
He tried to brush me off a few times, but I was my usual stubborn self and forced him to accept my help until he was tucked into the passenger seat of the G-Wagon.
We had laughed and kissed on the ground together in the aftermath of our depraved little altercation, but now Ryan seemed to have become pensive and despondent again.
I didn’t like it.
I reached across him to buckle his seatbelt, and he scowled at me.
“I can do it,” he snapped, and I grinned at him.
“I know you can, baby, but I want to take care of you a little. That was intense.”
He held my gaze for a long moment but finally nodded, leaning his head back on the seat and allowing me to fasten him in.
