“But you crave submission.”
“Yes,” I rasped. Holy fuck, this was hot. I felt his cock hardening against my ass, his body molded against mine as he continued to stroke me. “I haven’t explored kink too much as a submissive. But, I think I know what I like. Bondage of any sort. Rope, especially. I like having my hair pulled. I like spreader bars and hand cuffs. Floggers, spanking, some light impact. I love sensory deprivation. Not being able to see or hear and knowing something is about to happen . . .”
I trailed off as he pumped my cock faster.
“I like being used. I want to be used. I want to please you.Fuck.”
Mateo was turning me into a pathetic fucking mess.
“What else?” he asked.
“I want . . . I want to be a good boy. I fucking love being called that. I don’t know. As far as pain goes, I like a little bit. But not a lot. Just enough to give pleasure an edge.”
I felt him nod. “I understand.”
“I’m not used to being on this end of things.”
I felt him smile against my back. “I’m excited to see how you are when you switch. But seeing you so submissive and needy right now . . .” He thrust his hips against me, grinding his cock against my ass cheeks. “It turns me on. Every part of me just wants to fuck you right now, but I want to savor it. I want to take my time with this perfect ass.”
I shivered as he released my cock and sat back. I could feel him looking at me. My cock jerked as he grabbed my cheeks and spread them.
Fuck. I wasn’t used to being looked at like this either. My blood pumped, my face pressing into the pillow as my cheeks burned.
“Are you embarrassed?” Mateo murmured.
“Maybe a little. The guys I’ve been with, it’s always been quick. And usually me on top.” Hell, I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever really submitted for anyone.
“I bet people see you and think you have to be dominant. As a hockey player with so many muscles. You’re so fucking strong and tall and handsome.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“But I see you and I think I want to put you on your fucking knees.”
Shit.
“I remember driving up and seeing you on the side of the road . . .”
His hand closed around my cock again.
“And thinking you have such a fine ass in denim. And wondering what it would be like to have this moment. Feeling you beneath me. Seeing how goddamn good you look submitting to me.”
I grunted as he leaned forward, and I felt the tip of his tongue against my ass, circling me slowly, teasing my hole and sending shockwaves of lust through me. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I was wrong. The roughness of his mustache and the softness of his tongue turned me on even more, my body so desperate to be fucked.
“That’s it,” he murmured between licks. “Take it like a good boy.”
A wave of pleasure rushed through me as he kept jerking my cock while his tongue explored me. All of the tension left me as I sank further into the feeling of being with him.
The thing about Mateo was that he made me feel safe in this headspace. And that made me want to give in even more.
I whimpered, moving my hips involuntarily. I was so close to the edge already, and decided I wasn’t going to stop myself fromcoming. I wasn’t going to hold back. If he wanted to make me come, then I’d come for him.
Mateo’s tongue prodded deeper, but then he drew back and replaced it with two fingers. “Where’s the lube?”
“Top drawer.”
The bed shifted as he leaned over and yanked the drawer open, pulling out the bottle and a condom. He uncapped it and poured lube onto his fingers. I looked back over my shoulder as he worked it around my ass, then slowly, carefully—pushed two fingers inside me. I moaned as he worked them in, taking his time.
He was going to force me to appreciate the torture of anticipation.
