He kept his gaze trained on me too. When he moved his hand on the back of my neck, it made me even more motivated, even more eager to get the job done knowing he was watching me and guiding me.
I didn't know if he was close, but based on his groans I thought he may be. When they turned to breathless panting and he held my head with both hands, I shifted in my position, so I had a better view of his face and kept working him ragged. I took joy in watching him come undone, in seeing this tough, composed manly man fold in half because of something I did.
"Oh fuck, Zach. I'm coming," he said, and I watched his face strain and felt his cock pulsing and his intoxicating load fill up my mouth.
My dick throbbed in response, and I knew if I didn't make this man mine now, in a few minutes it'd be too late.
I pulled him free off me and stood up so I could guide him onto the edge of the bed. I made him sit and pushed him down on his back, then spread his legs wide open and pressed my face up to his taint. I took a deep breath full of his musk and flicked my tongue to his perfect pink hole, watching as it quivered for me on impact.
I could feel his intense gaze on me, and as I opened my mouth I looked back at him. His cum spilled out of my lips all over his taint and hole. It was a thing of beauty. A work of art to admire. Dare stained and slicked with his own load.
I couldn’t help but groan and turned my focus back to the task at hand. Not letting any of the perfectly good seed go to waste, I used both my tongue and fingers to push his tasty seed inside him like it was my life’s mission. When I stood up, ready to claim him, I almost felt light-headed from the level of concentration that had taken.
I steadied myself on Dare's chest and pressed my dick against his tight, wet muscle and watched as his mouth opened wide. I slid inside him but before he could make a sound, I locked his lips with mine, trapping his desire in my mouth like a siren that fed on sex and need.
"Oh my God, Zach," he whimpered and I stared at him in disbelief for a moment.
He was so different lying here, at my mercy. So desperate. He was a big, strong man—a Navy SEAL no less. A man everyone expected to be dominant and authoritative in every aspect of hislife, but he was a soft, needy mess of emotions. Because of me. It was quite something to behold.
Or maybe toxic masculinity had really poisoned my own mind because why should that surprise me? Why would Dare's dichotomy be such a shock? A stimulating shock, but still.
Wasn't I a dichotomy myself? A small, twink who liked being a top but hadn't been able to fully explore that side of himself under an abusive ex.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dare hissed and I looked down at him.
I cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss.
"You okay?"
He took in a deep breath and nodded.
"You're just...bigger than I'm used to," he said and I tried not to read too much into his statement.
The last thing I needed was to compare myself to Wyatt, even if the comparison seemed favorable to me.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't apologize," he answered and grabbed either side of my face. "I like a big dick. I just need a little more lube and extra affection."
I chuckled, and leaned into his touch.
"The second I can definitely do," I said and stroked his cheekbone for added measure.
"You can do the first one too. Fucking me with my own cum is hot and all but there's more lube in the first drawer," he pointed to his bedside table.
I winked at him and pulled out of him long enough to grab the lube from his drawer. Only I discovered more than a bottle of slick in there. There was a whole collection of dildos all lined up neatly, by size. All in the same blueberry purple color.
"Uhm..." I said and Dare looked at me.
"What?"
I shook my head and returned to my place between his legs with a smirk.
"Nothing. I just didn't realize you're such a power bottom," I said and Dare narrowed his eyes.
"You can fuck me with them, if you want," he said.
"I can?" I raised an eyebrow.
