Page 21 of Date With Skates

“Shut up.”

Smirking, he walks over to me. “Apparently, getting you to keep quiet is easier than I thought.”

“I can be good when I want to be.”

He moves close enough that his legs are touching the bed. He stands there, looking down at me, and he looks ten feet tall right now, looming over me like some massive being.

He shoves one thumb into the waistband of his sweatpants, grasping it and shoving them down to free his thick cock that’s already hard and leaking.

“Prove it,” he says.

The grin slips over my face slowly, and I push myself up, keeping my gaze locked onto his. My hands go to his hips and I push him back so he takes a step, then grip him at the base and take him into my mouth.

The sound he makes is half moan, half sigh of relief, like he’s been waiting for this all day.

I’ve been thinking about it since this morning, I won’t lie.

I make love to his dick with my mouth, going slow. Teasing. Licking. Even biting just hard enough that he feels it. He likes it, though; I can tell. Because he doesn’t tell me to stop.

“You love having my cock in your mouth,” he says, petting my head like I’m a good little boy. “And you haven’t said a single word.”

I smile around his dick, taking him to the back of my throat and making a show of choking on it. My eyes water, making him blurry, but I stay there. Because through the tears, I can see the pleasure on his face, and if there’s anything I want to do, it's to make him feel good.

He doesn’t let me make him come with my mouth, as badly as I want to. In fact, he growls a little and shoves me off.

“You’re not behaving,” he says, lifting me up and tossing me onto my belly.

He yanks my pants down and I wait for the slap I think is coming… but it doesn’t. I look up at him over my shoulder.

“Don’t be afraid to be rough with me, Hockey Boy. Show me those defensive skills.” I bit my lip as his gaze darkens.

He lifts my hips, getting me onto my knees with my ass in the air for him, and drags a finger between my cheeks.

“This tight little hole has been waiting for me.”

I hum a sound of approval, wiggling my ass so he can get to it. Both his large hands squeeze my ass so hard it hurts, but I love it at the same time. I push into him, trying to let him know that I want him to fuck me already.

I feel his hot breath on my skin as he says, “Remember: be quiet.” He dives in, licking and fucking my hole with his tongue, not giving me even a second to prepare.

I bury my face in the sheets to muffle my sounds, grasping onto the blankets so hard my fingertips hurt. My dick is aching, throbbing, leaking. With each swipe of his tongue, I grow closer and closer to coming… just like this. With this giant of a man eating me out like he’s starving.

Just when I’m getting too close, to the point of no return, he pulls back, giving me a moment to breathe. I’m shaking, my body trembling from need.

My face is still buried in his sheets, and I don’t lift it to see what he’s doing. I hear it all just fine as he opens the drawer, tears open a condom and pops the top of the lube. It’s warm when he rubs it in and slides a finger in, brushing my prostate, which makes a whole lot of precum spill from my cock.

“Oh, are you close?” he asks in a demeaning sort of voice that only makes me hotter.

He takes just a moment to stretch me with his fingers before he slides inside me, taking his time like he did the last time. Eager to be inside me but taking his time so he doesn’t hurt me. It’s kind of him, because I’ve been with some dicks who shove it right in and think it feels good for me.

It fucking doesn’t.

But this? This feels good. It’s why I came back.

He never asks me to answer him, so I assume he knows the answer.

Connor fucks me slowly at first, but quickly picks up the pace, slamming into me and making sure I feel it—now and for the rest of the week, if I’m lucky.

When I think he’s getting close, he stops, pulling out and making me whine. He rolls me over until I’m on my back, lifting my legs up to rest against his chest so he can slide right back in.