I’m well behaved the rest of the film, only touching his shoulders and cheeks. I know he’s into this, but I do feel bad teasing him so relentlessly, so I pepper little kisses throughout the rest of the film as an apology.
The screen turns black and the first line of credits hasn’t even crossed the screen before he picks me up, carrying me over his shoulder upstairs.
“Watch your head,” he warns as we climb up the stairs.
Figuring he’s speaking from experience, I keep my cheek pressed against his shoulder till he flops me onto the bed. As he lifts up my shirt, he kisses up my torso, his horns inching closer and closer to my face. I lift my arms so he can pull off my shirt. He kisses my lips while tugging at my pants and I wriggle my way out of the denim.
My bare ass touches the towel covering the bed. I lay there, watching him stand over me as he pulls off his shirt.
Once he’s naked, he tells me, “Roll over.”
I do as he says, making sure I’m still laying in the center of the towel. I can hear him opening the bedside table, the snap of a cap opening. My cheeks flush and my ass goes tight, even though I know he’s not going to be inside me. He’s never been in control like this before, and while I don’t hate it—far, far from it—it’s still jarring.
He smears some lube between my thighs before the head of his cock brushes against them. “You still want to do this?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes.” I remember then there is something I have control over. “Don’t come till I say you can.”
“Yes, Roderick.”
I prop myself up on my elbows but his hand jumps to the base of my neck, gently pushing me flat on the bed.
“You’re so tense.” He massages the space between my shoulder blades with two fingers. I can’t see what he’s doing but the floor creeks and his hand slides down my back.
His hot, wet tongue slides between my ass cheeks. I’d fantasized about tonguing his ass the whole flight back home, but this is even better. He grabs a handful of ass, and I arch my back. Closing my eyes, I focus on every figure he traces across my ass. Everything about him is so big, his cock, his hands, his tongue—god, his tongue.
He drags his tongue from my ass up my spine. “There, much more relaxed.” He grabs the inside of my thighs.
“I want this.” I push off the bed, standing and pressing my back against his chest.“Fuck me.”
There’s so much heft in his hips alone. One thrust and it’s like all the wind in my lungs is pushed out of me as a long whimper. His cock slides between my legs, balls slapping against my ass. I stroke myself, following his rhythm of slow, deep strokes.
I watch his cock slide between my thighs. When I look away I find he is looking over my shoulder, doing the same. His hips are flush with my ass and his cock so hard it nearly touches mine. I open my hand wider, barely able to hold us both.
I roll my head back, the friction of his cock and mine to die for. Our eyes meet. His jaw is tight and eyes sharp like he needs to focus. After all the teasing downstairs, I’m not surprised he’s already at the breaking point. “So fucking good,” he groans, his thrusts now short and fast.
“Not till I say…” I remind him.
His words are rushed and desperate. “How do I make you come?”
I assure him, “This is so good.”
A hand grabs my chin, tilting my head back to the point my back bends to follow. It’s like he wants me to perform a Biellmann spin for him.
“You’re so fucking good.” He groans before kissing me hard, making sure I choke on his tongue. All while thrusting so hard and fast he’d knock me over if he wasn’t holdingme so tightly.
My toes curl first, then my whole body goes stiff and now I’m the one fighting back release. Christos doesn’t let up. Not till I’m shaking and whimpering around his tongue. Not untill he has to break away to breathe.
He turns me around, pushing me back onto the bed. Grabbing my calves he lifts up my legs, crossing my ankles before setting them on his shoulder. I’m struggling to catch my breath from the kiss, my heart racing faster than at the peak of my routine. His cock slides between my tight thighs. With every thrust he grunts. His cock grinds against mine and I know I’m done for.
Panting, I tell him. “Now—please!”
We finish together. I spill onto my chest before the flood of his cum drenches me. It pools around my stomach before dripping down my sides like candle wax. To him, do I look like an idol to worshiped by candlelight? Or am I just a horny guy getting what he begged for. Once his orgasm has settled he also collapses, catching himself with his forearm and nuzzling into my neck.
Lost in a haze of lust and exhaustion. I think he says something but I can’t hear him over my heartbeat. He starts kissing my neck.
“Hm? I mumble, not quite ready for words yet.
“You,” he’s still catching his breath. “Plan that?”
