There was one time when he came back from the gym and pushed me against the wall. He didn’t say a word, and when I put my hand down his boxers and started wanking him off he growled into my ear, ‘Good boy,’ and I thought my head might explode. It was such a turn-on, and when he came it took the barest graze of his hand across the head of my dick and I was right there with him. My obsession with pleasing him has me in a chokehold. Who knew being a good boy would feel like this?
And it’s working out perfectly for me. It’s taking the stress – which doesn’t belong in the bedroom – out of sex. I’m not going out partying. I’m not drinking too much. I’m not picking up randoms and having to worry about what kind of story they’ll sell to the press or put on social media.
Most nights I just slip down the narrow corridor, poke my head around Kian’s door, and he beckons me in. Others, when the day’s been long, we cuddle –cuddle!– on the sofa until things start to get handsy and Kian moves us to his bed.
And somehow, I always find myself falling asleep there after we go at it, even though every night I promise to go back to my own bed.
After the first night, I also promised myself that I’d get my fill of Kian, that I’d fuck him and then leave it be, and yet it’s been weeks. I don’t want anyone else.
Not when he’s so mind-blowingly good.
Take right now, for example. We’re in our shared motorhome in Stavelot, Belgium. We’re moving on to Zandvoort in the Netherlands in a couple of days but we have a small window of free time after a really busy month, and Kian and I are making the most of it.
Kian’s lips stretch perfectly around my dick as he hauls my ass forward until I’m hitting the back of his throat. And, like the man of my dreams, he just relaxes and lets me thrust further.
Drool might be gathered at the corners of his lips which are slick with pre-cum, but it only makes him look hotter.
He’s looking up at me with lust-filled eyes under a thick fan of dark brown lashes and I feel my balls contract. He’s loving every minute as he sets the pace again, slapping my ass when I try to pull back in an attempt to last longer.
The rhythm we then find is delicious. He can tell I’m close, and each thrust is met with a hearty moan, the vibrations in his constricting throat choking my dick and sending fireworks through my brain. He makes a swallowing motion, and I’m not sure if it’s the way it clenches the head of my cock, or it’s because it feels like a command, but I know I would do anything he asks right now.
Just as I feel myself about to fall off the edge into oblivion, his finger slips between my cheeks and presses on my hole.
Ass play isn’t something I normally allow.Ido the fucking when I’m in my own bed. I’m a top, not a bottom. Yet I can’t get enough of his teasing fingertip, and it shocks me back from the precipice of my climax. For a second, I rock back against him, the pad of his finger dangerously close to penetration.
‘What are you waiting for?’ I groan, my ass so ready to finally feel him inside of me, even if it’s just a single finger. And now I’m aching for it, and the gentle fluttering sensation of his touch around the rim isn’t enough anymore.
I know he’s enjoying the way he’s playing my body because he takes me even deeper into his mouth, like the little tease he truly is. Then he pulls his finger away from my ass.
I throw my head back, almost disappointed, and then he drags his teeth a little up my shaft and I’m too overstimulated to care. His hands have already caressed every part of my body prior to him crawling down the bed to worship my dick. Every nerve ending in my body is alive with the touch of Kian. I want him to own me, dominate me, take me. It’s a new feeling for me, and I’m not sure what to do with it, but you can’t blame a guy for wanting his prostate to be shown a little love too.
We’re almost at the finish line as my balls twitch, a tight sensation tugging at them like they’re ready to explode. Both Kian’s hands are at the base of my dick, working me in time with his mouth, and the orgasm is dangerously close.
He doesn’t seem to mind swallowing me down, but I still like to warn him, just in case he changes his mind.
‘Kian,’ I pant, ‘I’m so fucking close.’ I test-drive a deeper thrust until his nose is in the soft skin I keep properly manscaped in order to show off my V-cut and my tackle. As I’m about to pull back for another thrust, a wet finger dives into my ass. Pressing straight on that sweet spot.
My eyes roll back in my head until I’m seeing stars,stars!It’s amazing.
It’s fucking magic. He’s …magic, with the instincts that mean he’s in the driving seat when it comes to how and when to make me cum. Which I do. Repeatedly.
‘Fucking hell, Kian.’ It’s all I can say. I almost want to thank him, but I feel like that would be weird.
His tongue swipes along his bottom lip, lapping up any traces of me he didn’t swallow down from my body. I gulp in response – it’s like he’s got me on a chain and I don’t even care.
He stands up and I pull his head towards me for a kiss. A primal urge to taste myself in his mouth.
‘You good?’ he asks against my lips like an idiot.
Do I look anything other than good? I’m a spent heap of limbs that couldn’t move even if I tried right now.
‘Mmmm,’ I rumble against him before sealing my lips on his. Inside, his mouth tastes warm and salty, and my dick gives a slight twitch of approval even in its exhausted state.
We kiss for what feels like hours, until I don’t know anything other than his lips. This is kind of new for me, too. Whilst I never object if a guy wants to kiss me, I don’t usually initiate it.
But I’d let Kian kiss me all the time if I get to feel like this.
‘Have I ruined you for all the other guys?’ he asks when he pulls away.
