After about five minutes of him teasing my cock and licking my skin, his tongue on my nipples and seeking out every one of the zones on my body that curled my toes and made moans burst through my pursed lips, I took over. He knew what I’d tried doing, and he was clearly not going to let me get away with it.
I was overthinking it, we both were.
I grabbed him by the waist, turned him over onto his stomach, head down into the pillow, ass up in the air, and those tiny little black briefs came right down his thighs. Two peachy plump cheeks stood between me and his hole. Spreading his ass cheeks, I pushed higher on my knees above him, and I dropped the collected saliva from my tongue, landing it perfectly on his bullseye.
“You’re gonna use a condom, right?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said. “But first, I’m going to eat.” I squeezed both cheeks, then I pulled them apart and pressed them together, watching my spit that had collected. I reached under his ass, feeling his balls, so small they could fit in the palm of one hand—maybe even in my mouth. I grabbed his hard cock, pressed against his abdomen, straight as an arrow. I tugged on it slightly and let it ping back with a tiny whack. “Very excited, huh?”
“I think I’ve been hard for hours,” he said, turning his head the other way.
“Keep that back arched,” I said.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I almost bit my tongue as he said it. It was a loaded word,Daddy, and if it’s what he needed, then it’s what I was going togive him. “Good boy,” I said, sliding a hand down from his ass into his perfectly sloped arch. “I bet you were very well-liked in college.”
“This is just the tip of what I can do,” he said. “Because I was also well-liked throughout training too.”
Dipping my head, I was desperate for a taste. He was delicious, and my tongue couldn’t get enough. Across his hole, down his taint, I played with his balls too, feeling him shuffle back up against me and give out some adorable giggle moan. My hands continued to pull his cheeks apart, as if he would split down the middle at any moment. I was devouring him, and each time he moaned, it made my tongue press harder, my lips pull his skin up into my mouth and leave little dots, centered around my quickly vanishing teeth marks.
My cock was still stretched inside my boxers, only briefly making contact with his hand, and since I’d started playing with his body, he began begging for a second chance. No longer wanting to tease or test me, he was ready to finally taste me, even if I wasn’t done with tasting him.
“Please,” he begged into the pillow.
“And what do you call me?”
“Daddy.”
I thrust my hips into his ass, almost sending him flying into the wall. “Good boy.”
After another big-eyed plea, he got what he wanted—the way we originally were, with me on my back, his lips dripping with saliva, and his fingers clawing at the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down slowly with my cock with it. He was getting all excited for it to spring back up at him like some type of jack-in-the-box. And I was ready to jack in his sweet little box.
Thwip!
He giggled at the surprise, his eyes fixed on my dick, blinking wildly. “Can I suck it?” he asked. I raised a brow. Andhe corrected himself. “Can I suck it, Daddy?” This was the game we were playing now, and he was the one who’d initiated it. I could’ve gotten behind anything, but the ring to Daddy was like a little blue pill. The side effects, however, were insatiable throbs and an immediate need to bury myself in him.
“I demand you suck it,” I said, and he wasted no time. “Good boy.” Hands behind the back of my head, I closed my eyes to the sound of his mouth treating my dick like the best popsicle. And my words only made him go deeper, go harder, trying his best it seemed, and it explained a lot because he struck me as an overachiever.
Kalen was resourceful. He sat on my chest, not close enough for me to suck on his cock, though, as he reached into the nightstand. He grabbed a strip of condoms from the selection lying in the drawer. He pulled at one with a big smirk. “I’m not gonna ask,” he said. The question didn’t need to be asked. He was clearly thinking about how active my sex life was.
“You know the saying, work hard, fuck hard,” I said, pushing him down my torso and thrusting lightly. “Me on top, or you on top?”
“I thought you were my playground?”
“You on top,” I said, my hands behind my head once again. He didn’t have to say anything else. It was nice to have a break from being the power top, generating all the energy.
Kalen slipped the condom on me and squeezed the small amount of excess lube from the wrapper, sliding it with a hand across my cock. He positioned himself above my cock, and without even a slight thrust, I was buried deep in him. His eyes rolled, his hands on my chest, fingers at my nipples like he was tuning me in to a frequency that knew how to fuck him. He was doing a good job all on his own, slow, back and forth, rocking his hips before he pulled his feet in, his knees up, and he bounced.It was an immediate pace change, with his hand on his cock, thumb over the tip, like he was shaking up a bottle of soda.
It was becoming harder to keep myself focused on not coming, but he didn’t have the same focus. It was minutes later when he sprayed warm cum across my chest, then continued bouncing as his ass twitched tighter around my cock, and he wasn’t going to give up until I’d filled that condom inside him.
His face was red, flustered, and he finally stopped bouncing, to touch his cum on my body. “I didn’t mean to—” His knees came down by my side with my cock going deeper in him. I could see the throbs on his body, with tiny twitches at his stomach and down by his cock as it became soft, leaving a residue of cum by my belly button.
“You’re not the first to,” I told him, pulling my hands from behind my head. “But it’s only fair you get it on your body too.” I wrapped my arms behind his back and pulled him in close, smushing my body against his, rubbing my sweaty chest against his clean-shaven beauty. Rolling over, I was on top, and ready to fuck his tight little hole my way.
Pulling him up by the hips with my cock still deep inside him, I pulled out and dropped back in, jackhammering his brains out. He pulled at the soft bedding, begging me to go harder, and teasing me with the most tempting question of all. “Is that all you got?”
“Address me properly,” I said through a growl, pounding myself into him again.
