“I can’t wait to be in this hole again.” Colton pushes in, then pulls out again. “One day maybe I’ll get to take you raw, get to mark you all up inside with my cum. Make you full of me, make you smell like me.”
He presses in another finger, making me fist the pillows, pushing back against him and wanting more. “I want that,” I admit. I want Colton to be the first person to ever come inside me, the first person to have me that way.
“Good boy.” He grabs the condom from the nightstand, ripping it open, lubing himself, and then he’s pushing into me, slowly, differently than usual. While I still know who’s in charge, while the roles we both want are still in place, itdoesn’t have the same edge our sex usually does, not even in the moments where he’s just making me come over video call.
“Fuck, I love how you feel around my cock,” he says, continuing to feed me his dick until his groin meets my ass. “My little hole was made for me, made to fit me, weren’t you?”
I’ve never thought of myself as made for anyone or anything, but in this moment, yes, I do feel like I was made for him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“My little hole was made for you.” Saying it makes me feel it even deeper, like somehow it makes the words truer.
Colton holds my hips, fucking into me hard and fast. Each time he thrusts, I feel him not just inside, but the scratch of his pubic hair and the slap of his body against my beautifully sore ass. His hold on me is tight, my dick jerking beneath me with the power of his hips. He slows, leans down and kisses my shoulder, my spine, then rails into me again, over and over, like he has something to prove. There is nothing like this, like being filled, being taken, giving this gift of my body to him just like I do with my submission. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt like it’s a gift before, but right now, with him, that’s exactly what it feels like.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Colton pulls out of me, flips me to my back, pushes my legs up, and slides into me again. I moan with pleasure, looking up at him, his blue gaze seeing parts of me no one has ever taken the time to discover before.
What is this?
What are we doing?
I don’t know, and I can’t find it in myself to care.
“Look at you…you’d think you haven’t come already today. You’re dying for it.” He wraps a hand around my red, swollen dick, wet with precum.
“Yes,” I admit.
“For me.”
“For you.” And what he does to me. “Please, Sir,” I ask, not sure I know what I’m asking for, but something. He leans down, kissing me again, filling me with stroke after stroke, our bodies one, and that’s an amazing thing when you think about it—that I choose to let him inside me. “Fuck,” I say.
“Naughty boy with naughty language,” he teases before rolling over, leaning against the headboard, and pulling me with him.
I straddle him, ease him back inside my ass, then ride him.
Colton doesn’t look away from me, and it’s…a lot. I blink, feeling too much, but that doesn’t help. When I try to look away, he grabs my chin, holding me in place so I can’t.
One word. It would only take one word for him to stop, but I don’t want to say it, even though watching him watch me makes me feel strange inside.
I lift and lower, try to focus on the pleasure, on the feel of him thrusting up and into me, until he’s grunting, making deep moaning sounds, dick twitching inside me as he loses himself to his orgasm.
“Please,” I ask.
Colton spits in his hand, stroking me until I join him, cum spurting on his chest, sliding between his fingers as he continues to bring me to release.
Sir rolls me off him, to my back, and I go easily. “I’ll be right back.” He kisses my shoulder, then disappears into the bathroom. He comes back a minute later with a wet washcloth and his bag. He wipes the cum off me, then rolls me onto my front. When I hear a bottle, I look over my shoulder to see him squirt something into his hand.
“It’s for your ass. I should have done it earlier, but I didn’twant to disturb you.”
The cream immediately begins to soothe my stinging skin, and while I appreciate it, I don’t want the burn to go away either, craving the reminder.
He pulls me close when he lies down with me again, Colton on his back, me in the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder.
“Was it what you needed?” He fingers my hair.
“It was.” I pause, consider, then ask, “For you too? I want to be good for you.” He does so much for me, and I don’t have much to offer him except this.
“You’re so fucking good for me, dreamer. The best I’ve ever had.”
