He answers my pleading with a slap to my ass and I groan as he roughly covers the spot with his palm. I watch him reach over for the lube. I am mesmerized as he wets his cock. And I leave my body entirely as he pulls the toy out and runs the head of his cock around the rim of muscle.
His thumb presses just above his destination as he breaches me. "Oh fuck."
My exhale is met by his sharp intake of breath. "This is just the tip Rhys, you’re going to take all of me."
"Please."
"So needy for my cock, baby."
Baby. I’m dead.
"More Duncan."
"Keep begging, Rhys."
He moves into me, his finger tips pressing into my body like he’s holding on for dear life.
Pleading words tumble from my lips as he presses further into me and when I feel his hips meeting mine all remaining resistance in me melts away.
"Fuck Rhys, so tight, so perfect."
"Fuck me, Duncan."
All the phone sex over the last few weeks has only left me hungrier for the real thing. Memories only get me so far. His voice through the line only grazes the surface.
I need to see him lose control, I need to feel him use me for his pleasure.
His cock drives into me, soul deep, filling me and I only wish I could take more.
"Baby, this ass, goddamnit." He grunts as he pulls out completely. "Look at that gape."
My lungs seize for air as I feel him reposition behind me. It feels like he’s standing on the bed and when I open my eyes I see his foot up near my hip.
"Tilt up." He taps my hip and I curl a little higher. "Good boy."
And then Duncan spits on my gaping back entrance and ripples of fire travel through my body.
"Duncan!" I whine without even knowing what I’m asking for.
"I know baby, I know." He says as he braces one hand on my hip. His cock dips into me again and I feel whole again.
But he pulls out completely before diving back in and the sudden loss of him followed by being filled to capacity is maddening.
"No." I whimper as he pulls out again.
"Fuck." He whispers and I feel him leave the bed.
With what little strength I have left in my arms I push up and search for him. He’s standing beside the bed, reaching for me. He drags my hips to him and before I can even reposition myself he drives into me in sharp, quick thrusts.
"Stroke your cock Rhys, come with me."
I roll to one shoulder so I can stroke my cock and I watch Duncan’s eyes glaze over as he watches me.
"That WILD hand. So fucking hot."
"Duncan, I’m close."
"Then come baby, don’t hold back."
