“That’s it,” Theo encourages, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “Let go for me.”
He returns to his task with renewed intensity, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue inside me in ways I never thought possible. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, leaking steadily onto his expensive sheets. Each swipe of his tongue sends another drop splashing down.
“Fuck,” I growl, my head hanging between my shoulders. My arms tremble with the effort to hold myself up as pleasure radiates through my body.
Without conscious thought, my hips begin to move, pushing back against his face. Seeking more. Wanting deeper.
Theo pulls back just enough to speak, his voice rough with desire. “Look at you, working yourself on my tongue like you were made for this.” His fingers replace his mouth momentarily,circling my wet entrance. “I bet you’d fucking love a dick in your ass, Daddy. Your boy’s dick stretching you open.”
The words should disgust me. Should make me pull away, reassert control. Instead, they send a jolt of pure need through my entire body.
“Theo—” His name comes out broken, desperate. I don’t recognize my own voice.
“You want that?” He presses a finger just slightly inside, testing. “Want to feel me inside you?”
I’m overwhelmed, drowning in sensations I never knew existed. My entire body trembles with need as I realize, with shocking clarity, I want this. I want him.
“We’ll have to work you up to that,” Theo says, his voice gentle but teasing. “But I think we can manage a finger or two tonight.”
Before I can protest, he’s reaching for the lube on the nightstand. My heart throws itself against my chest as I hear the cap click open. This is fucking insane. I should stop this. I should turn around and take back control. I should?—
“Just breathe,” Theo whispers, his slick finger circling my entrance. “Trust me, Daddy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
His finger breaches me—just the tip at first—and my entire body tenses at the unfamiliar invasion.
“Breathe,” he instructs, his other hand stroking my lower back. “Push out a little. It makes it easier.”
I follow his instructions, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I can barely think straight. His finger slides deeper, the strange fullness gradually transforming into something else.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages. “You’re doing so well.”
He works his finger deeper, twisting and exploring until?—
“Holy fuck!” The words tear from my throat as he touches something inside me that sends lightning through my entire body.
“Found it,” Theo says, sounding smug as he presses that spot again.
The pressure builds so fast I can’t control it. My cock pulses violently, shooting thick ropes onto the sheets beneath me without a single touch to my dick. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity I’ve never felt before, leaving me shaking and cursing.
“Christ, look at you,” Theo marvels, his finger still inside me. “Coming untouched from just my finger.”
Something snaps in me—the loss of control, the vulnerability, the fucking shock of what just happened. Before I can think, I’m moving, flipping around, and grabbing Theo. I throw him onto his back, pinning him to the mattress with my still-trembling body. My dick, impossibly, remains half-hard despite the earth-shattering orgasm.
“You think you’re so fucking clever,” I growl, my hands encircling his wrists, pressing them into the mattress above his head.
Theo’s eyes widen, but the smile playing on his lips tells me he’s not afraid—he’s thrilled.
Theo’s cock presses against mine as I pin him to the mattress, the unexpected contact sending another jolt through my system. How the fuck am I still responding after what just happened? His eyes gleam with triumph as he deliberately rolls his hips, creating a delicious friction between us.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling myself hardening again despite having just experienced the most overwhelming orgasm of my life.
He does it again, more deliberately this time, his silk-smooth skin sliding against mine. Each roll of his hips sends bloodrushing back to my cock until I’m fully hard again, pressing insistently against him.
“You see?” Theo whispers, his voice thick with need. “You’re still in control, Daddy. You’ll always be in control.”
His words strike something primal in me—the need to prove him right, to reclaim what I just surrendered. I tighten my grip on his wrists, pressing them harder into the mattress.
“Please,” he begs, arching his back to press more firmly against me. “Fuck my ass. Breed me, Daddy. Fill me up.”