And tonight it had been mine to play with.
I’d always had a thing for big biceps, muscles, and skin that was kissed by the sun. I knew finding someone who looked like that and acted like him wasn’t going to be easy. And yet there he’d been. Perfect.
A big man sent to his knees through words alone, submitting entirely by choice rather than through physical domination. The only thing he feared from me was my disappointment. It was a rush like a drug.
The sounds he’d made were addictive. Would he sound that pretty if he fucked me? If I let him, I really would make him use abigger plug, so even with that huge cock he’d be fuller than I was. My dick throbbed in my hand.
He’d been so good, not touching himself even though he so clearly wanted to. Definitely more of a dog than a bear. So eager for approval, going against his instincts to please his Master.
I usually tried to touch my partners as little as possible. It gave them fewer opportunities to guess my size and build. Still, I couldn’t stop myself when I’d pressed two fingers to the heated, tanned skin between his muscled shoulders to nudge him forward until his face pressed into the rug. He could have resisted me easily, but hewantedto be guided.
His short strands of dark hair were so soft between my fingers. I’d wanted to touch him more, wanted to know if his neat beard was soft too. What about the hair on his chest? As muscled as the rest of him. His pecs were big enough that I wondered whether they’d bounce if I gave him something to ride.
I groaned, working my hand faster, resting my head against cold tile.
Usually, the satisfaction from watching was enough for me. Yet here I was, replaying the night on a loop in my head while jerking off in the shower. Picturing his jaw clenched, his muscles tensed and veins bulging as he gave the pillow everything he had, like a good puppy.
Those thrusts were so fast. Would he fuck into me like that? Would his voice sound as sweet? Those pretty whimpers turned to frustrated grunts as he chased his climax, right on the edge, yet seemingly unable to cross it. I only had to compliment him, and he fired like a rocket.
“Fuck,” I panted, stroking faster, clinging to the memories of him. More and more until my body tensed and my dick pulsed pleasure onto the tiles, washed away by the rain-like stream.
Benny was just what I’d been looking for. He was perfect.
How had anyone ever expected him to be anything else?
The following morning, I checked my phone before my run to see Benny had messaged last night.
2:34 a.m. B:
So, was that… actually good for you?
2:36 a.m. B:
You really don’t mind that I didn’t like, help you get off as well?
2:40 a.m. B:
Not that there’s anything wrong with it if you don’t like being touched like that.
2:41 a.m. B:
Some people like to give and not receive, or just want to watch, and that’s cool.
2:42 a.m. B:
I just want to make sure I met your expectations.
I huffed in amusement. He was cute.
5:07 a.m. H:
I promise you I enjoyed myself. I was very satisfied. You did a very good job.
Then I continued with my schedule, keeping my phone on me so I’d know when he replied, my eyes constantly flicking to it as I tried to catch up on some emails from my home office.
When it finally buzzed, I snapped it up fast enough I might have been embarrassed if there’d been anyone here to see it.Only Aurelia would know, though, her head hovering by my ear. My secrets were always safe with her.
9:40 a.m. B:
