"What about prep? Should I...?"
"Already done." With those words, he grabs my cock and guides it to his hole.
Philipp has done a good job because I hardly feel any resistance as he slowly slides onto me. Only when he sits completely on top of me and takes a deep breath his ass contracts holding me very tightly.
Fuck, how am I supposed to keep going? I haven't topped for ages. Philipp is quiet, he doesn't move and I can't hear anything except his slightly strained breathing. I don't know how he's feeling and that’s unsettling me. "I want to see you, please. I need to see that you're okay."
"Okay..."
I quickly pull the blindfold away. Philipp sits on top of me, his head lowered and his hands on his thighs.
"Hey, baby, are you okay?" I lift his chin with two fingers, tears running down his cheeks. I want to take him in my arms, but I'm afraid I'll hurt him if I move. So I cup his face with both hands, my thumb wiping away a tear. Philipp sobs and leans into my touch.
"Yeah, it's all good! I can feel you inside me, but it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt..."
Philipp is moving slowly, painfully slowly. In search for a rhythm he keeps changing position and speed, but it feels like he can't find anything that works for him. He snorts in frustration hanging his head. And then everything happens very quickly. Philipp lifts his hips and I slide out of him. I'm disappointed for a short moment, but his eyes flash and his eyebrows are drawn together resolutely. He's up to something and I can feel my excitement rising. His movements are swift and efficient. In record time, he puts on a condom and gets his cock wet. Fuck yes! I'm still lying on my back and waiting, but I know it can't be long before his first command comes. He's unsatisfied and pissed off, I can feel it and I love it when he's like that. Because then he doesn't hold back, no caution and no restraint. He takes what he wants and gives me exactly what I need.
“Turn around. On all fours. Now.” Not dominant, but demanding, controlled and I'm too happy to give him what he wants. I'm more than grateful that Philipp took a little more time for me during foreplay. I push my soft and relaxed hole up towards him waiting for him to fill me to the brim with his cock. His left hand firmly grips my hip and I know that he is lining up his cock with his right. And then I feel him, not gently, not tenderly, but with just the right amount of pressure that I'll be thinking about it tomorrow.
On the first thrust he hits my prostate and I see stars. Fuck, fuck! “Fuck, yes! Just like that! So good!”
“Is that so, huh?” With a smirk in his voice, he holds still and I'm on the verge of begging him to get going. “What do you want, baby? Tender and slow?” With two slow but determined thrusts, he grazes that highly sensitive spot inside me again, but it's not enough. Not today.
“More. Please!” My voice is nothing more than a pathetic tremble, he has me completely in his hands. I wouldn't want it any other way and Philipp knows that. Otherwise he wouldn't do it. It's been a long road for him letting go like this during sex and trusting that it's good for me.
“More, huh? Are you sure?” Two more slow strokes and I’m not far away from breaking. He's teasing me to the extreme.
“Yes, please! I'm sure! I'm sure!” In one powerful thrust, he shoots his hips forward. Skin slaps against skin, his balls rub against mine for a split second, till he pulls back and thrusts again. “Oh God, yes! That's it! Don't stop! Please don't stop!” But he stops. FUCK!
“You know what?” I don't know if he really wants an answer, but as he pushes fast and deep into me again, I decide no.
“I think it's hot when you play with my ass.”
Thrust.
“But this...”
Thrust. Oh fuck! He hits so well!
“Is a lot more fun...”
Thrust! I'm about to come, I can feel my orgasm rising inside me, the tingling.
“When I'm the one making you scream.”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Then he leans forward. Philipp's mouth so close to my ear that I can feel his breath, his voice a soft whisper.
“Scream for me, baby.” Oh my God, I love it when he talks to me like that. I can't refuse him, my body can't refuse him and obeys. I come with a loud cry, pushing my hips back against eachof his thrusts until he collapses on top of me. Breathless on my back, he gasps with a grin, “I don't think bottoming is my thing.”
Chapter 53
Adrien - Two years later
Jericho - Iniko
Worthy of Love - Luca Fogale
Philipp’s and Nika's Instagram account has gone through the roof in the last two years. With all the promo requests, they could probably do this for a living, but neither of them is interested in that. They consistently reject any kind of advertising partnership and only accept non-commercial collaborations. They want to keep the focus on dancing and, to be honest, I think that's why they’re so successful.
