He stops and takes a long breath. “Matt, baby, you need to fuck me. Now!”
I nod, taking a long breath myself, calming my wolf.
He reaches into the nightstand, taking out lube and a few condoms.
“Ambitious, are we?” I comment, eyeing the at least twenty foils in his hand.
He throws the lube and a condom at me.
I laugh, feeling a bit lighter. I take them and kiss down his body again.
I ignore his leaking cock and move below, dropping a kiss on his hole. Oliver lets out a moan that’s half giggle and half groan.
I start prepping him, slowly inserting one finger. When it goes in easy, I add two more, opening him up while he trembles below me.
Once I’m four fingers in, my hand obsessed with the feeling of tight heat consuming it, he complains, “I’m ready!”
I take his word for it and line myself up with his hole, pushing in tentatively.
His body resists a bit. I pull out and push in again. The feeling of his hole clenching against my cock almost makes me cum immediately.
After three small thrusts, I fill him to the hilt.
I rest my weight on my elbows and start fucking into him inslow, even thrusts.
He whimpers every time my dick rubs against his prostate. His eyes close in bliss. I resist the urge to close the gap between us and take his mouth. Any more skin and I’m scared I’ll lose myself. My control is precarious at best.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open. “Matt,” he says urgently. “Fuck, are you holding out on me?”
My hips still. “You're not ready for me yet, baby,” I say, gently.
He narrows his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you making decisions for me again? I’m not made of glass just because I’m not big and huge like one of your hookups.” His cute little face frowns.
“Oliver, fuck, they’ve got nothing on you. The things I want to do to you…” I growl. I know my eyes are now golden.
“Do. Them.I want it all, Matt,” he pleads.
My resolve snaps. I push into him so hard that he’s shoved up the bed.
“What's your safe word?”
My hips piston into him. His head falls back, eyes closed.
I don't let up. Pushing into him over and over, the bed moving with every thrust.
“Matt,” he moans.
“Fuck, yes. Say my name again.” My thrusts hammer into him, deep and swift. “Safe word, baby,” I remind him.
“Safe—Fuck, Matt, so good—Potato,” he blurts.
I laugh against his throat and start fucking him in earnest.
I sit back on my heels and lift his legs over my shoulders to get a better angle. I fuck into him, forcing his body to mold around me.
His lips part, his mouth slackening. Every time my dick hitshis prostate, he whimpers.
I love that sound. I take his dick in my fist and start jerking him off, matching the rhythm of my hips.
