“Do you think I found it?”
He giggled and bit my pec lightly. “You know you did.”
I teased his curls with my fingers and slid one hand along his damp back. “I like watching you come.”
“I like coming. I can make you come too?” He blinked up at me.
“In a little bit. Just relax and enjoy the afterglow.”
“I want you inside me,” he said, and in case I misunderstood, he added, “Your cock, I mean.”
“I want that too,” I murmured.
“Soon?” he asked, searching my face.
“What, like, right now?”
He smiled. “No, not right now. My butthole is too tender. I’ll let you know when.”
“I’ll clear my calendar.”
Kitten snorted at that. I cuddled him in his post-coital glow and thought about next time or maybe a few times from now, taking him doggy-style there on the bed or the carpet, with him bent over touching his toes. I could pull his hair and tag him from behind, make him cry out and beg for more. In my mind, I was a real sex god, though in reality, I’d probably blow a load in two minutes or less. I pictured him riding my dick, face flushed and lips slightly parted, all the noises he liked to make that I hated having to muffle, filling him with buckets of my cum and watching it pour out of his tiny hole. It wasn’t exactly lovemaking I had in mind, but that was part of it too, because I did love him, and I wanted to make it good for him.
As these fantasies played out in my mind, my boner continued to rage and the smell of his sex blanketed me, suffusing my every pore.
“Suck me now, Kitten,” I growled in his ear while tugging on his hair sharply. We’d tried sixty-nining, but it had dissolved into giggling and swapping blow jobs because we lacked the coordination to do two things at once.
He perked up at my command and scrambled to his knees, bowing his head between my spread thighs with his ass in the air. It was a nice view. His warm mouth swallowed a healthy portion of my shaft while I stretched out on the bed like a king with one arm behind my head and the other digging into his curls.
“Relax your throat,” I said as I guided his rhythm with my hand in his hair and some gentle thrusting. “Breathe through your nose. And lift your head. I want to see your handsome face while you blow me.”
He took instruction well, seemed to crave it even, and I liked guiding him through it. I didn’t really consider myself dominant in obvious ways, but I did like having control. His eyes were drunk with lust, dark lashes dampened by tears, spit collecting at the corners of his mouth. His throat was like velvet and his tongue a nice contrast to the smoothness of his palate. I probably tasted musty as hell from working outside all day, but he didn’t seem to mind. As for him, he was perfect.
I sunk into the bedding and watched my boyfriend blow me in a dreamy sort of delirium as the sensation built, a full-body pulse that grew in intensity like an approaching war drum. I imagined my heart pumping the blood that fed my dick where Kitten’s mouth was currently trying his damndest to suck the cum from my tightening nuts. It felt animalistic and raw, trying to get off before the next danger, surviving long enough to bust a nut in my boyfriend’s pretty mouth. My mate. He was that in the most basic sense, especially with my cock cradled in his mouth, sucking me off so good that all my worries seemed distant and unimportant. Christ, he was going to make me come.
“Want to swallow?” I rasped and he nodded, causing my dick to jerk with excitement. Some primal biological need had me getting off on the thought of him swallowing my load. He’d choked the last time, and the baser part of me didn’t mind if he did again. I was right at the edge of climax with a glimpse at the valley below when Kitten moaned around my cock, and that was the push that sent me over.
My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, rattling my bones. My hips lurched and my dick spasmed as the waves of euphoria took hold. I soared through the sky as I pumped a steady load down his open throat. It was better than any drug, better even than the thrill of surviving a Rabid attack. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with oxygen as sweet endorphins coursed through my veins, making the tips of my fingers tingle and relaxing me all the way to my core.
Kitten gurgled but managed to take it all. He didn’t pop off right away, but stayed right there, dutifully swirling his tongue around my softening cock and collecting every last bit of my cum. So sweetly submissive, I swore I’d never take him for granted or use his giving nature against him. I let go of his hair and he sat up slowly, using his arms for support. Eyes red and lips swollen, he looked pleasure-drunk and completely wrecked as I used the edge of the towel to wipe his mouth and dab the moisture at the corners of his eyes.
“Good boy,” I said because hewasa good boy, a very thoughtful one too, and he made me feel fucking fantastic. He broke into a grin and tackled me on the bed, even though I was already lying down.
“Iama good boy,” he said, rubbing himself all over me, smelling like sex and strawberries. “Thebestboy. You make the cutest face when you come.”
“Oh yeah, what is it?” I asked.
He made an “O” with his lips and went bug-eyed, clearly mocking me. I laughed and shoved him. “That’s what you look like when you’re sucking me.”
“Naw, I look sexy all the time.”
“Twenty-four, seven,” I agreed. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah, couldn’t you tell? I especially liked it when you bossed me around. ‘Suck me, Kitten.’” He said the last bit in a deep, growly voice that was an exaggeration of my own.
“You are pretty good at sucking dick,” I said.
“I know,” he said arrogantly. A couple of successful blowjobs and the praise had already gone to his head. “You know what else I’m probably good at?” he asked slyly.
