After teasing him for a little while longer, I spread him open andfeaston him. I drag the flat of my tongue from the tip of his crease to his balls, sucking each of them in my mouth before hungrily returning to his ass. Nails digging into my chest, Remington cries out, grinding against my face like he can’t get enough.
“Oh,fuuuuck. Daddy, that feelssogood.”
My dick aches with how hard it is, and Remington must notice because a moment later, he leans forward and grabs my length. He strokes me for a while before dipping down and taking the tip of my cock into his mouth while he continues to shamelessly ride my face.
I suck on a finger, getting it nice and wet before bringing it to his hole. Knowing exactly what I want, he bears down, allowing me to slip past the tight ring of muscle with ease. I take my time, easing the single digit in and out before adding a second one to the mix. My eyes roll back when he moans, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
Once I’m sure he’s ready, I withdraw my fingers and grab the bottle of lube in my nightstand. I feel frantic as I fumble with the cap, desperate to sink into his hot, tight channel. Remington spins around and takes the bottle from me, feeling his own kind of desperation. He makes quick work of lathering me up before spreading some on himself. Climbing down my body, Remington straddles me and reaches between us to line me up. His mouth crashes against mine as he slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch until he’s fully seated. Our tongues tangle, my arms wrapping around his waist as I pull out and slide back in.
He feels like heaven wrapped around me.
“Goddamn, your cock,” he gasps. “I’m…so…full.”
I flip us so I’m on top, and I give myself a moment to take in the sight beneath me. Remington is absolutely breathtaking. His pupils are blown wide, and his full lips are parted as rough, shallow breaths fan my face.
“And you take it so well,” I husk.
His lip curls. “You’re damn right I do.”
“Whose ass is this?” I ask, teasing him with only the tip.
His answer is immediate. “Yours.”
“Good boy,” I growl, my chest swelling and my balls throbbing.
A breathy moan falls from his mouth as I ease all the way in again. His heat surrounds me, sucking me deep, and it nearly makes my eyes cross. Once I’m sure I won’t come just yet, I allow myself to let go. Feeding him rough, thorough strokes, Remington cries out my name, his tight hole constricting around my cock. Something carnal and primal unleashes in me, and if I thought I needed him before, it has nothing on the need washing over me now.
I push his legs back, my fingers digging into the flesh on his thighs as my hips slap against his ass. Remington holds my gaze as I fuck him, something more than lust passing between us. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Our lips brush as we share oxygen, breathing each other in. As if they have a mind of their own, my hips slow down as this moment intensifies.
We’re so close…so intimate.
Sex has never felt like this.
Something shifts. Where this started as frantic and hurried, it’s transitioned into something much more sensual. Soft. I never understood the phrase “making love,” but I get it now. Feeling connected on a much deeper level than just physical. It’s somehow too much and not enough at the same time.
Remington throws his head back, his legs shaking around my waist. “Oh, fuuuck,” he moans. “Fuck, daddy. Don’t stop… D-Don’t stop. Fuck!”
His eyes roll back, and he moans long and low as he spills all over my stomach.That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
My balls tighten and my body tingles. Watching him come untouched sets me off. I dip my head down, sealing my mouth to his as my release crashes into me. My tongue finds his right as my cock throbs, spilling inside his tight, hot hole. His ass squeezes and milks every last drop from me until I can barely breathe.
We continue to kiss while we both come back down to earth. After a few minutes, I roll off Remington and walk into the bathroom, coming back out a moment later with a warm washcloth to clean us up. As soon as I toss it in the hamper and climb back into bed, he immediately finds his place in my arms. Neither of us says a word, but we don’t have to.
This couldn’t have been any more perfect, and getting to fall asleep with him tucked under my chin, knowing we don’t have to hide, is even better.
Thirty
Remi
“So, how are you feelin’ about it?” I ask Lukas, tossing a fry in my mouth. My eyes squint against the sun as I look at him across the table. It’s a nice day, and he just got out of therapy, so we’re grabbing a bite to eat before going back to the house.
He shrugs, chewing on the end of his straw. “Okay, I guess.”
“Yeah? And you’re still likin’ the therapist?”
Today marks one month since Lukas started weekly therapy. Not long, but I’m hopeful that it’s helping him, even if he’s completely uninterested in talking about it with me.
“She’s nice.”Another shrug.
