I look at his body, finally getting the answer I’ve wanted for so long. Yes, the blush goes down to his chest. I follow it with my mouth. When I lick his nipple, his body shoots off the bed.
He pulls my hair hard until I look up at him.
“Fuck me,” he orders with so much conviction that every denial on my lips dies.
I nod and quickly crawl to the drawer, pulling out lube and a pack of condoms. I kiss him again, deep and slow, while his hands move over my shoulders, my pecs, my back, warming their paths.
I’m enveloped in him, his scent, and I don't ever want to be anywhere else.
I move down his body, faster this time, because my little human is getting impatient.
When I spend some time worshipping his abdomen, he complains, “Come on, Matt.”
I laugh against his stomach. If only he knew what I wanted to do to him, he wouldn't poke the bear so fearlessly.
“Some day, baby, I'm going to teach you patience and all its benefits,” I promise.
I open the button of his pants and unzip them. I pull it down along with his underwear in one fluid motion. His pretty pink cock greets me. I swallow it.
“Oh, god,” he moans, his voice rough like he's been screaming for days. “Fuck, Matt. So good.” His voice makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.
I set a slow pace because I want to turn him into ablubbering mess. I want to see him lose every sense so when I finally fill him, all he can feel is me.
I take the lube, pop the cap, and squeeze some onto my finger. I rub it slowly around his hole, then push inside. I groan at his heat encompassing my finger. I move insistently until I am one knuckle deep.
I feel Oliver’s balls tighten, so I quickly pull back from his dick. “Not yet, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”
Oliver groans out my name again, this time in frustration.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” I growl. I pull my finger out and push it back in. My dick is now leaking a steady stream of precum, but I take my time prepping him. I pour some lube on his hole and watch it drip down his soft skin. “I’ve wanted to be inside you since the day those fucking doe eyes looked up at me.”
Oliver whimpers.
The next time my finger enters him, I add another. They slide in easily.
I look up at Oliver. His eyes are closed, face blissful like he’s in heaven, breath heavy. His pale skin is now covered in pink and a sheen of sweat. I lick his abdomen, wanting that salty, warm taste.
I push my fingers deeper until I’m two knuckles in. Then I curve them until I find the spot. His eyes snap open, and his body arches up.
“I'm ready, fuck me,” he groans.
“Love fingering you so much,” I reply, my voice strained as I watch my fingers disappear into his hole, his body adjusting around me.
I’m drunk on the sensations, every part of me turning liquid.
I push three fingers inside him, hitting the spot every time. Oliver moans, his body now shivering with need.
“Gonna come if you don’t fuck me,” Oliver breathes out.
The idea of him coming just on my fingers is tempting. So tempting.
But my little human wants to be fucked today, so fucking is what he’ll get.
I climb up his body and kiss his slack mouth. I let him taste himself in my mouth, our tongues tangling together.
I flip us until he’s straddling me. I’m too far gone to stop myself from losing control.
And Oliver is not ready for all of me yet.
