“God, you’re so tight, so greedy,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking perfect.”
He takes his time, slowly sliding in, and when he’s fullyseated inside me, he pauses, giving me another moment to adjust. I’m panting as I stretch around him, my entire world narrowed down to the feeling of him filling me so completely—his thick cock and the hard metal piercings creating a texture I can feel with every breath, every tiny shift of his hips. He’s everywhere.
“Color?” he asks after a moment, still not fucking me like I’m desperate for.
“Green. Oh fuck, so green,” I moan.
He pulls almost all the way out, and every single piercing drives me wild as it drags against my rim, the metal catching slightly before sliding free. Then he slams back in, making me cry out as the piercings punch back inside me. After a few slow starter strokes, he sets a brutal pace, fucking me hard and deep, the sound of his balls slapping against mine echo through the kitchen. I’m a mess of moans and gasps and incoherent pleas for more.
“This what you wanted?” John pants out the question as he drives his hips into me against the counter, likely leaving more bruises on my hips. I can’t wait to see what they look like tomorrow. “For me to use your perfect body however I want?”
“Yes!” I cry out. The desire to stroke myself is so strong, but I don’t want this to be over yet. I don’t want to come too soon.
John must be able to tell how desperate I am though, and he moves one of his hands to grip my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. I nearly sob with the intensity of it all. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, every nerve ending on fire.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” he reminds me, and I whimper because I don’t know if I can hold back much longer. This exchange might not have involved anything too elaborate, there are no blindfolds, wax, or restraints, but it’s never really been about all of that. It’s fun, and I’ve loved everything we’ve done, but more than anything, I just want the connection with him. After what we went through today, I’m more desperate forJohn than ever. I want to come, and I want John to be the one who gets me there.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, Sir, I need to?—”
“Not yet, Princess.”
Fuck, I want to do this right. I want to be good for him. I need to distract myself so I don’t disappoint him and come before he wants me to.Don’t think about John or how hot he is with his tattoos and piercings.Think about… fuck. My mind is mush, pleasure is overwhelming me, and I can’t even think of something off-putting with how much I’m loving this.
I’m getting so close; he’s stroking me in tandem with his thrusts, each one hitting that amazing spot inside of me that drives me absolutely wild. It’s impossible to think of anything else as he fucks me harder, faster, his hand working my cock with just the right amount of pressure. I’m shaking.
“John, I can’t! Please!”
He moves his hand from my hip to my throat, squeezing as he leans in to speak right into my ear. “Come for me, Chad.”
I let go, my orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense I nearly black out. I’m vaguely aware of myself crying out, of my cum painting the cabinet below the counter, of John’s grip tightening as he fucks me through it.
“Fuck, that’s… uhng.” He groans as his hips falter. He slams in deep one last time, pulsing inside me, the warmth of him filling me up. He collapses against my back, both of us breathing hard, sweaty and spent.
He wastes no time pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade as he starts rubbing my skin in a soothing way. I don’t feel nearly as loopy this time, probably from all my focus on holding myself up against the counter. This experience really was different from our previous exploration of different kinks, but it was still just as hot, and I enjoyed it just as much.
“Fuck, John,” I say, hoping he can hear the admiration in my tone.
“You were so good for me.” He presses a kiss to the back of my neck, and I feel like I could cry from how sweet the gesture is. Then he whispers, “I need to get you cleaned up and comfortable, but I don’t want to pull out.”
“I’m not complaining. You can stay in me forever for all I care.”
He chuckles softly, holding there for another moment, his hands running soothingly up and down my sides. “I’m going to move now, Princess. You can try to keep my cum inside you or let it drip down your legs. Your choice. We’re going to go get in the shower upstairs.”
My heart clenches, loving that he’s giving me the choice but still commanding the situation. It makes me shiver. He pulls out slowly, and I feel every inch of those piercings dragging against my oversensitive rim as they slip free. The sensation makes me gasp, and my body clenches at the loss of him.
I meant what I said: I want him inside of me always.
Maybe my ass can warm his cock next.
As soon as I shift to stand, his cum starts leaking out of me though, and I make a split-second decision to just let it happen. There’s something intensely intimate about feeling his release drip down my inner thighs as John holds me against him.
“That’s it,” he murmurs approvingly, pressing another kiss to my shoulder before stepping back to watch. “Let me see what I did to you.”
My cheeks flush, but I’m not sure why. There’s no reason I should be embarrassed about this, and he clearly enjoys watching his cum run down my leg.
“How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” I answer honestly, leaning into his touch as his hand comes up to cup my face. “A little shaky, but amazing.”
