It’s almost like he could read the excuse straight out of my mind.
He bucks his hips. “C’mon, sweetheart. Get inside me. Fuck me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Practically scrambling to line up with his hole, my arms shake when I brace them on either side of his head.
“It’s okay,” he soothes, hands sweeping down my sides soothingly. “Take it slow. Get used to how tight I am around—oh, god, Benji.”
I allow myself a tiny moment of smug appreciation as he arches off the mattress again, thick fingers flexing onto the flesh of my hips. I’ve bottomed out, my balls nestled against his hairy ass, and the sensations are indescribable.
He’s just as warm and tight inside as I imagined, gripping my cock like a glove. Even through the latex, I can feel his channel contracting and relaxing again as he acclimates to the intrusion.
“You feel fucking perfect, baby,” he pants, smiling up at me with hooded eyes. They flutter shut when I experimentally move my hips. “Justlike that, honey.Ohhh.”
It’s wild being on this side of sex. I can imagine things from his perspective right now, the feeling of being filled, of having something long and thick nudging that magic spot inside, the burn of the stretch and the sparks of bliss from that source of pressure slowly moving, all coalescing into one intense pleasurable feeling. I’ve always enjoyed bottoming for all of the above and more. Like feeling useful, feeling like I have something special tooffer a partner. Feeling like —for a few short minutes— we’re connected in a way unique to just us.
But this? Topping? It’s surprisingly just as intense. I’m not feeling the burn or pressure of being stretched out, but instead I’m feeling the vise-like squeezing around my shaft and around the sensitive head. The bursts of bliss are coming from bumping inside of him, from him clenching around me. From his gasps and exclamations and encouragements.
That’s me,I think again, still awed.I’m giving this to him.
I feel just as useful like this. Just as special. Maybe even more so right now, because it’s not just some random guy begging me to go harder and faster and telling me how amazing my cock feels — it’s Kristian.
“You’re being so good for Daddy, sweetheart,” he all but growls as I pick up the pace at his instruction. “So fucking good, fucking me just the way I need. Doing what Daddy says.Oh, right there, baby. Right there.”
I’ve gotten braver and more confident, even though I can feel my orgasm lurking at the edges of my consciousness. I think it’s the tinge of anxiety over wanting to be sure this is good for Kris that is keeping the inevitable ending at bay, because honestly I feel like I could explode at any second.
Hitching one of his calves over my shoulder and his other knee over my bicep/the crook of my elbow, I help lift him into a different angle, and he cries out when I thrust inside.
“Good?” I manage to ask, despite the fact that my brain feels a bit like alphabet soup right now.
“So fucking good,” he repeats, eyes shut now, his expression contorted into one that could be either pain or pleasure. Then he snakes one of his own hands down his body and grabs hisneglected dick. I start to thrust a bit faster, harder, deeper. “Ohfuck, sweetheart.”
“Nnghh.”The incomprehensible groan is all I can offer him as stars start to spark behind my own closed eyelids.
When did I close them?
“You coming for me, baby?” Kris asks —babbles, really— as I begin to lose control. “You gonna fill Daddy up with your cum?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, the word sounding high and reedy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Unngghh.Benji. When you call me Daddy…”
He trails off, but I get it. I’d bet that I feel the same way when he calls me sweet pet names, or when he calls himself my Daddy.
I completely lose the rhythm of my thrusts, pounding with wild abandon now, my body taking over to chase down my orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Kris encourages, his voice just as strained as my entire body feels. I can’t open my eyes to look at him. It doesn’t sound like he minds. “Come for Daddy, baby.”
“I…I…I’m…”
“I know. I know. Come on, Benjamin. Fill Daddy up.”
“Ah!” I cry, throwing my head back and thrusting in hard, “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming. Oh, oh,ohhhh.”
I can feel my dick twitching and pulsing deep inside him, into the condom, and it’s a trip to come without being able to look down and watch it happening.
But, instead, I get to watch Kris shuttling his fist up and down his own cock so fast that I’m almost afraid he’s going to give himself some kind of friction burn. I make a move to pull out, but he slips his legs off my shoulder and arm and locks his ankles around my back.
“Stay there,” he definitely growls this time, “I wanna…nnngh…wanna come with you still inside me.”
