I snapped the elastic again. It left a red mark on his pale skin. God, I wanted to leave marks all over him. Wanted him to wake up tomorrow and see the evidence of my touch on his body.
“I won’t, sir,” he amended.
I slid my hand into his briefs then, and wrapped my palm around his cock, skin to skin. He hissed at the contact and bucked up against me. I rolled halfway off him, so I could admire him more—and so I could skate my free hand up his chest and roll his hard nipple in between my fingers. The added sensation made Heath throw his head back and groan out loud.
His slim cock was so hot to the touch, and weeping precum steadily into my palm. It made the slide of my hand up and down his cock so easy and smooth.
My own cock was rock fucking hard in my pants, so hard it pressed painfully against my fly. I quickly unfastened them, just enough to release some of the pressure and press the line of my cock against Heath’s thigh. He gasped at the feeling.
“You’re big,” he murmured.
I laughed. “It’s proportional to the rest of me.”
“Can I see?” His brown eyes flicked open. “Please?”
I hid my groan in the crook of his neck. My cock throbbed against his thigh. The thought of Heath’s eyes—hands—lips—had been on my mind a lot, and the fact that Heath wanted that too was almost too much to bear. But tonight wasn’t about me.
“Next time, baby,” I said, but I pressed my cock against his thigh a little harder, teasing. “This time’s all about you.”
Heath pouted a little, but didn’t argue. I kissed the pout from his lips as I began to move my hand a little faster on his cock. I swallowed every breathy moan and gasp and followed his reactions to find the way he liked it best—tight, and hard, with a little twist of my wrist over the head of his cock. Soon he was gasping beneath me, eyes closed tight, but he still kept his arms overhead.
Through all of this, he’d never lowered his arms once.
And this was his first time. He was so fucking beautiful. A beautiful sub. Like he was meant for me.
“Please, sir,” he gasped. “Please—I’m so close—”
“You want to come?” I asked, my hand still moving unrelentingly over him. I pinched his nipple again, hard, and felt his cock throb and drool in my hand. “Already?”
“I can’t—Please, Dante—”
He was trying hard to hold it off, but he was also too close to do so much longer—I could tell by the way he screwed up his face so hard tears formed at the corners of his eyes, and from the way his breath was coming in short, shallow gasps.
“You’ve been so good for me,” I murmured in his ear. “You can come now. Let go.”
Heath took one deep, gasping breath, and then held it, as his entire body went taut and still. Then he exhaled it with a cry as he came gorgeously hard, his back arched and thigh pressing hard into my cock. With his head tipped back, his neck was a long, pretty line that I couldn’t resist kissing as I jerked him through his orgasm. Cum striped his chest almost to sternum. I stroked him until he was shivering.
My own desire crashed over me now that Heath had found his release. I shoved my own hand, slick with his precum, into my boxers and jerked myself hard and fast.
“I can do it,” Heath slurred from where he was currently melting into the mattress. “I can get you off.”
“You did beautifully.” I kissed him, and then shifted a little closer, baring my teeth into the kiss as I chased my own climax. “Don’t do a thing. Just stay like that.”
Heath nodded, opening his mouth to my kiss with a contented sigh. I didn’t need much—taking Heath apart had taken me so close to the edge that all it took was a few more fast, rough strokes before my own orgasm was rushing down my spine like a wave.
I groaned into the kiss and Heath made a sound dangerously close to a purr. I came with a grunt, and broke the kiss to look down at his body as I layered his softening cock with my cum. Marking him up. Making him mine.