I smile at him, but the teasing gets a rise out of the normally unflappable man beneath me, and he growls. Without grabbing me, but without giving me much time to get out of the way, Colm sits up and rolls over until our positions are switched. His long,bulky body is stretched out over me, propped up on his hands so he’s not touching me anywhere, but it makes me feel small beneath him just the same.
He’s surprised me again, because I don’t hate it the way I normally would. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him break all my rules.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re very confusing?” he asks, his eyes moving over my face like searchlights.
I affect a bored expression, falling into the character he expects of the spoiled, self-indulgent mafia dauphin.
“Would you rather I were boring?” I ask him, pretending to examine my nails and act like his presence on top of me isn’t affecting me in the slightest.
“Never.”
The word is spoken quietly but dripping with sincerity, and it makes me stumble in my little act, for a second. Colm is still watching me, all intensity and something bordering on affection, waiting for my reaction.
“Good.” I put a hand carefully on his bare chest and push, and he rolls back over willingly. “Sit”
I gesture at him, and he shuffles until he’s sitting up against the headboard, his dick straining to reach me like it wants to tear its way through the fabric and his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets beside him.
“Off.”
I point at his underwear, and Colm quickly complies. When he notices the condom and lube I set out, he makes himself presentable.
“Don’t worry, little rabbit. I’ll be gentle.”
Colm doesn’t say anything else, but he gives me a small, slightly shaky nod of his head, which I take as my signal to go ahead.
I’m grateful he didn’t want to talk about it. Because no, this isn’t going to feel amazing on my freshly stitched face, but I need it more than anything else right now. I need to quell the growing sensation in my chest that something isn’t normal with me.
I prepped myself in the bathroom before I woke him up, but I push my fingers into my hole a few more times to make sure I’m ready before straddling him once again and sinking down on his cock.
Colm has this way of looking like the experience is transcendent. Every guy I’ve ever fucked has loved sinking his dick into a tight, wet hole. I’ve fucked girls who like sticking their dick in a tight wet hole. I figured out a long time ago that I love cock much more than I care about the gender of whoever’s attached to it. No shade to pussy, boy or otherwise, but it’s really never been my thing.
But not one single human being that has stuck their dick inside me has ever made it look as close to a fucking religious experience as Colm does.
He’s quiet about it. It’s not over-the-top or for the drama. It’s all in the subtle shifts in his face, and the way blood rushes to color his skin as he takes in one deep, shuddering breath after another.
I make a solid effort to look away as I start to ride him, but it’s difficult. I keep coming back to find his gaze, whether I want to or not. Eventually, I lean forward so I can hang onto the headboard, my mouth falling open as pleasure starts to build inside me.
I keep it slow and steady. Colm doesn’t say anything and stays still, like he’s supposed to. All I get from him is breathy gasps, the occasional small thrust up of his hips to meet me, and that constant smoldering gaze that is wrecking my fucking head.
My cock hardens slowly, because my mind is all over the place. But eventually it’s pointing up at him, desperate for attention as I continue to work my hips over him.
The urge that hits me is terrifying, but the soft haze of pleasure has made consequences seem less real and all my normal thoughts and feelings seem further away.
“Touch me,” I say in a desperate rasp.
Colm gasps like he’s in a television show. It’s cute, really.
“What?”
“Just my cock,” I say, panting heavily between the words. “Nothing else. Just put your hand out so I can fuck it.”
Colm’s eyes are still shock-white, but he doesn’t hesitate before he reaches out, making a loose circle with his fist in just the right spot for me to thrust up into as I ride him.
As soon as his hand makes contact with my dick, he moans, and I can feel a little throb of arousal from him inside me.
Poor baby. I’d bet everything I have he’s a little service top in his real life. Not being able to touch me must be killing him.
Still, he’s obedient, and doesn’t push the boundary I just opened for him.
