When he had fully seated himself on my cock, Nerion paused, adjusting to the sensation. His thighs trembled slightly against mine, and I ran my hands up and down them soothingly.
“You okay?” I asked, concerned by his silence.
“Better than okay,” he finally responded, his voice strained. “Just... give me a moment. It’s been a long time since I did this.”
His words sent a possessive thrill through me. I was his first in a long time, possibly in years. I traced patterns on his hips with my thumbs, fighting the overwhelming urge to move as his body gradually relaxed around me.
Finally, Nerion began to rise, lifting himself until only the head of my cock remained inside him before sinking back down. The pace he set was torturous. His movements were slow, deliberate, and purposefully designed to drive me to the edge of insanity. His hands splayed across my chest for balance as he worked himself on my length, his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
“God, look at you,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over my body. “You’re so beautiful and your cock is the perfect size. I could ride you for hours.”
The thought of Nerion above me, taking his pleasure at his own pace for hours on end nearly undid me. I gripped his hips harder, trying to urge him faster, but he resisted, maintaining that maddening rhythm.
“Patience,” he chided, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m going to torture you nice and slow.”
True to his word, Nerion took his time, rising and falling on my cock with languid movements that had me gasping and pleading. The sun beat down on us, our bodies slick with sweat and seawater. The contrast of sensations was overwhelming. I could feel the rough sand beneath my back, the soft, tight heat of Nerion’s body, and the gentle breeze cooling our skin all at the same time, each driving me closer to oblivion.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I planted my feet in the sand and thrust upward, meeting him as he descended. The unexpected movement made Nerion cry out, his back arching beautifully.
“There,” he gasped, his composure finally cracking. “Right fucking there.”
Encouraged, I repeated the motion, hitting that spot inside him that made his thighs quiver. His pace increased slightly, his breathing becoming more ragged as I continued to meet each downward motion with an upward thrust.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, surprising myself with the authority in my voice. “I want you to cum too.”
Nerion obeyed without hesitation, wrapping his fingers around his cock and stroking in time with our movements. The sight of him pleasuring himself while I filled him was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my whole life.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told him, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “And your ass is so fucking perfect.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment, something vulnerable flashing in his eyes before he redoubled his efforts, ridingme harder now. The controlled pace was gone, replaced by desperate need as he chased his pleasure.
“Teddy,” he moaned, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “Oh god, Teddy.”
I felt my orgasm building, a familiar tightening at the base of my balls. “I’m close,” I warned, my fingers digging into his flesh.
“Not yet,” Nerion panted, slowing his movements again. “Not until I say.”
The command in his voice sent a shiver through me. He was taking control completely, determining when and how I would be allowed to cum. The power exchange was intoxicating.
Nerion leaned forward, changing the angle so that my cock dragged against that sweet spot inside him with each movement. His face was inches from mine now, his breath hot against my lips.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
I surged up to meet his mouth, our lips crashing together in a desperate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as I was claiming him. We moved together like that, connected at every possible point, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm as we rocked in the sand under the blazing Grecian sun.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with need. “Now,” he said, his voice commanding. “Cum inside me now.”
The permission was all I needed. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my hips thrusting upward uncontrollably as I emptied myself inside him. The pleasure was so intense I saw stars, my vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me.
Nerion continued to ride me through my climax, his hand working frantically over his own cock. I watched through half-lidded eyes as his face contorted beautifully, his lips parting in a silent cry as he came. Hot streams of white painted mychest and stomach as his body clenched rhythmically around my oversensitive cock, milking every last drop from me.
For several long moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily. Nerion’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as the aftershocks of his orgasm rippled through him. Sweat glistened on his freckled skin, catching the sunlight like diamonds.
“That was...” I began, but words failed me.
“Yeah,” he agreed breathlessly, slowly opening his eyes to meet mine. “It really was.”
He carefully lifted himself off me, wincing slightly as my softening cock slipped free. My cum trickled down his inner thigh, and something possessive and primal stirred in me at the sight. He was marked by me, claimed in some ancient, visceral way that was far beyond the boundaries of our “friends with benefits” arrangement.