I wanted him to come.
For me.
Only for me.
“Ready?” I asked as I coated my fingers.
“Mm.” He shifted his hips back and forth, then stilled when I pressed against him.
His hole was wet now and a little looser. He took my first finger easily, and after a moment, he took the second.
“You’ve done this before?”
He let out a small sigh. “Mm. A few times. Liked it.”
“Yeah? You liked fingering yourself? You liked making yourself feel good?”
“Shit,” he gasped when I curled my fingers and found that spot inside him. He lit up, his hips fucking upward, his dick spilling thick dribbles of precome. “Shit. Again.”
I did it again…then again. Then again. I fucked his prostate hard, my hand slamming against his ass as his back arched and his thighs began to twitch.
“Stop! Stop, st?—”
I had my fingers out of him before he could say it a third time. Kissing his thigh, I leaned over him. “Did I hurt you?”
“T-too much,” he managed. “Too much. If…fuck.” He took several breaths before he could speak again, and his hand found my cheek before he did. “If you’re gonna fuck me like that, I want it to be with your dick.”
That was an easy ask. I pushed him back further on the bed as I climbed up between his legs, then grabbed the condom and tore the wrapper. His head followed the sound, his ear tilted toward it. I coated my dick with another dollop of lube, then spread my dry hand over his lower stomach.
“Like this, or on your hands and knees?”
“I don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “What would be better for you?”
I liked fucking my partner like this so we could look at each other, but with Jonah, it was different. He saw me with every part of his body but his eyes. Leaning in, I kissed the tip of his cock. “Roll over for me, my love.”
He jolted, and I realized what I’d said, but I didn’t take it back. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t say the words. Not those three words. But I was willing to toe the line.
He obeyed, arms and legs trembling as he managed to get on all fours, and I shoved a pillow between his arms, then eased him down so his ass was in the air. “Just like this. Oh, my good boy, you are so fucking perfect.”
“Jesus,” he gasped. “Say that again. Tell me. Tell me I’m fucking good at this. Please.”
I reached down and lifted him up, sitting on my knees as I clutched him to my chest. The desperation in his voice was almost too much for me to take. Who had ever let him think he wasn’t good? Who had ever let him believe he wasn’t enough?
I would fucking kill them if I could. “You are so fucking good, Jonah. You are everything you need to be.”
He let out a sound a bit like a moan and bit back a sob. “Okay. Okay.” His head fell back against my shoulder, and I bit his earlobe, making him shift restlessly against my cock.
“Spread your legs. Yes, just like that.” He obeyed so beautifully, going up on his knees, then letting his ass hover above my thighs.
I gripped my cock and guided it toward his hole as he began to sit, and I felt it catch, slip off, and then catch again. This time, as he put more pressure downward, he took me inside him nearly an inch.
And then two.
Then three.
“Oh Jesus. Oh fuck. It feels…” He trailed off.
“Tell me,” I murmured into his ear. I thrust my hips upward gently as he rocked himself in a slow circle. “Tell me how it feels.”
