I took my sweet time, savoring every inch, tongue circling and teasing.
It wasn’t until he was gasping for air that I finally pulled away to reach for the lube in the drawer beside my bed. Snapping the cap, I squeezed some into my palm and rubbed my fingers together, warming it. “Gonna get you ready for me, baby.”
I traced the tips of two slick fingers around his hole, watching it flutter in anticipation. I pressed one finger into the first knuckle. He clenched down, then relaxed, hips rolling up for more.
“So fucking tight.” Pumping my finger, I added a second, scissoring them, working him open.
Archie writhed against my sheets, pushing back onto my fingers, greedy little noises escaping with every thrust.
“Fuck, you’re hungry for it,” I growled, voice rough with pride. “My greedy boy.”
“More. Please,” he gasped, hips stuttering against my hand.
“Not yet,” I whispered back, and he let out a sob.
“I know, baby. But you can do it, can’t you? Wait a little longer?”
Tears crested the corners of his eyes as I eased a third finger inside of him. Air punched out of him, head tossing against the pillow.
When he was open and slick, I slid my fingers out and slapped the head of my cock against his hole. “You ready, Rabbit?”
He was trembling so hard I had to hold him still. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I’m yours. Always.”
With one long, relentless thrust, I pushed inside, burying myself to the hilt. I had to grit my teeth not to lose it right there. The heat of him, the way his hole spasmed around my cock, was goddamn ecstasy.
His eyes found mine just as a tear raced down his temple. I bent, tongue flicking out, licking the salt away before it could disappear into the pillow.
“Fuck, I’m obsessed with you,” I growled against his cheek, hips rolling slow.
He keened, slapping his hands against my back, nails clawing at the muscles covering my shoulders.
“You broke a rule, sweetheart,” I rasped, grinning into the shell of his ear. “I’ll have to punish you later.”
He arched up into me. “Promises, promises.”
“Brat.”
I set a ruthless rhythm, hips snapping sharp, dragging a string of broken sounds out of him with every drive.
Nothing—nothing—had ever felt this good. The slide, the way he trembled under me, greedy for it, taking everything I gave him and begging for more.
My hands gripped his thighs, holding him wide, watching every flicker of pleasure chase across his face.
It was mine.
All mine.
“Look at me,” I panted, thumb tilting his chin so he couldn’t look away. “Let me see you. Come for me, baby. Come now.”
Archie’s back bowed off the mattress as his hand worked frantically over his cock. With a shattered gasp, he came hard—hot, thick stripes splattering across his stomach and chest.
The pleasure built between us, and when I finally let go, it hit like lightning—white-hot and all-consuming, cracking through my every nerve.
My toes curled, spine bowing tight as my vision went white at the edges. For a long, suspended heartbeat, the world narrowed to the heat of him and the wild surge of release.
I dropped my forehead to his, both of us shuddering through the aftershocks. For a moment, we just stayed there, pressed together, sweat slick and shaking.
“You okay?” I rasped, voice rough against his cheek.
