I grin. God, I have so much fucking fun with such an eager-to-please sub. James is a surprise. I don’t know why, but I didn’t expect it from him.
I step forward, straddling his head. “Balls first. They’re full of cum for you. Show them how much you appreciate the load they made for you.”
He moans just before I lower my nuts against him, rubbing them on his mouth, nose, face, everywhere, getting my scent all over him. He laps at them, licking and sucking at my sac, nuzzling his face into me, making hungry sounds, his heels digging into the mattress, his body practically convulsing.
“Such a good ball licker. You’d do this all day for me if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” His voice is muffled against my sac before he starts mouthing them again, acting frenzied for it, like he’s been waiting for this moment for years, and now he finally has it.
I smack his cock, and he thrusts upward toward me, his dick leaking precum on his belly. I do it again and watch it twitch, watch him move against the mattress, begging for more. I enjoy him more than I’ve enjoyed any sub in a while. I like feeling as though I’m uncaging someone who is bottled up so tightly.
I pull back, and he tries to reach for me, but it’s awkward and he can’t do it with the cuffs. I don’t give him time to speak, just push my dick straight into his willing, wet mouth. His throat bulges when I thrust into him, taking him slowly so I can watch him adjust for me. I picture him practicing with a dildo, learning to take cock to the point that it’s like he doesn’t have a gag reflex, like he could live with a dick in his throat if he needed to.
He bends one leg, toes curling into the mattress, cock even harder, the tip glistening, a puddle of precum on his belly. I smack his dick again, and he nearly chokes on my dick, before I play with his balls, pulling and rubbing at them.Nothing like a little cock-and-ball torture with your blowjob.
I slip from his mouth. His face is covered in saliva, wetness dripping down his chin and cheek, so sexily mussed and free. “Look at you, getting messy for me.” I rub a hand on his face, spreading it around more. “You look so beautiful like this, like nothing matters but my dick.” I have a feeling that head of his is constantly filled with stress and worry, but focusing on the task at hand, on whatever his Dom tells him to, gives him a brief reprieve.
Before he can respond, I shove my dick back into his mouth, fucking his face harder and faster. My gaze shoots to his hands more than once, making sure he’s still with me, that he doesn’t need me to slow down or stop, but James doesn’t signal for either. He takes what I give him, seems to want more, writhing on the bed and being such a perfect hole for me.
I pull out, and he sucks in a gasping breath. “Did I…” He can’t even get the question out, but I don’t need him to. I know exactly what he’s trying to say.
“You did so fucking good. You were made to be a hole for cock, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” He beams in this way that seems foreign to his face, like something he doesn’t do often.
“I need your ass. Don’t come until I say you can. You can’t have your nut before me. You got yours earlier. Now it’s my turn. Let’s get you up.” We work together, pulling him to his feet. I remove the cuffs and position him so he’s facing the bed, then grab the spreader bar and hook a ring around each ankle, keeping his legs wide for me. James bends over for me beautifully, ass up, balancing with his hands on the mattress. His instructions were to clean out before he came, so I have no worries about that. I pluck the lube from the nightstand, slick two fingers, and push them into his tight, pink hole. Hedoesn’t shave here, and I like that, enjoy that he’s got some hair on his chest too, dark with a little gray blended in.
“You want some cock?” I circle his rim with my fingers.
“Yes, Sir. Please. I need it. I don’t get it enough.”
“No, you don’t, do you? No one since me,” I say, surprised by the power I feel in that. I’ve never been in a committed relationship, and clearly, that’s not what we’re doing now. We don’t even know anything about each other, but there’s something intoxicating in knowing that no one has been in his ass since me. That when he needed it again, I was the one he contacted.
“Will you please fuck me? I can’t wait anymore.”
“You beg so beautifully.” I push my fingers back into him, twist them, stretch him. He’s tight, but his body opens up for me, like he knows how to relax his ass for cock and he’s doing everything he can to do it as quickly as possible.
James presses back against me, tries to fuck his ass on my fingers. I swat his cheeks again, one, then the other, turning them the sexiest shade of pink.
“Please,” he asks again, the single word coming out choppily.
I’m surprised I can’t wait anymore either. I slide my fingers out of him, rip open the condom, and roll it down my aching erection. The second I’m slicked up with lube, my hands are on his hips, fingers squeezing tightly as I slam into him.
“Yes!” James calls out. “Please, Sir. Harder.”
He didn’t ask for it harder last time. Does he need it more now? Has he just gone longer than before, or is he hornier for me?
I give him what he wants, rail his tight ass, watch his head drop back, spine bow, his face looking up like he’s thanking fucking God or something for getting the dick he needs.
I growl. This man is…unexpected in every way.
“Don’t come. I know you don’t want to disappoint me. My pleasure first,” I remind him.
“Your pleasure first,” he says, voice breaking with each thrust inside him. “I need to please you.”
“You please me very much,” I tell him, and he gives a soft, thankful moan.
I’m closer to the edge than I should be, my balls ready to unleash. Reaching down and around him, I stroke him, let each of his whimpers sink into me as I take what I want from his ass. It’s not long before I can’t hold back anymore, letting myself descend into pleasure, dick jerking inside him as my balls empty into the condom.
