ass muscles now, just a tap, a reminder, and he groaned and arched his back. He stared at me over his shoulder, his tongue darting out.
I backed up and slid out of him. Michael whined.
“No!”
I turned him and lifted him by his thighs. He clung to me, wrapping his legs around me.
“Please… don’t leave me like this!”
“Patience, boy.”
I laid him on the kitchen table, and Michael immediately grabbed his legs, spreading himself open for me and offering me his hole again.
“Please, Daddy, fuck me hard.”
It was entirely my pleasure. Honestly, it felt a little ridiculous. He said “please” and “thank you” as if I was giving him a gift by fucking him silly and coming inside his lithe, gorgeous body.
He was the gift.
And I took and took…
I braced myself on the back of his thighs and impaled him on my cock to the hilt, shoving his whole body forward with the force of my thrust. He had to grab the edge of the table with both hands to stop the slide. Throwing his head back, he groaned from deep within. I didn’t hold back. I knew he wanted me to wreck him tonight. And I did. My sweet, sweet boy shouted with ecstasy when I plowed his ass as if there was no tomorrow.
His slim, cut cock was hard, bouncing on his belly, clear liquid spattering around. His balls were drawn up. He was hairless, completely smooth, and so fucking young. The only blemishes on his flawless skin were traces of me, like the fading finger-shaped bruises on his hips from the first time I’d fucked him just a few days ago.
“Daddy… you’ll make me come…” he gasped.
I sped up and watched his face.
His deep, green eyes fell shut, and his pouty lips stretched as his mouth opened wide, and he shouted. The tendons on his neck strained as he arched his back.
His muscles convulsed around me, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. His features went slack. His head slumped to the side, and he grew limp, only my thrusts making his body move back and forth on the tabletop.
Beautiful.
Mine.
I came, roaring like an animal. This was it. The Holy Grail. This was everything I’d ever dreamed about and hadn’t believed I’d ever find. His hot hole clenched with small aftershocks, so tight, sucking the cum out of me. There was no compromise, no holding back. He craved to be used. By taking what I wanted, I gave him what he needed.
There’d been guys before. Plenty. Some of them submissive and kinky, some of them had even lasted a couple of years. My longest relationship, with Andrew… I used to think that was great sex. We even used to believe we were in love. Then we joined a club, because he wanted us to experiment, and for a while it had been deliciously filthy—before we grew apart, alienated in a tangle of threesomes and carefully arranged kink-club hookups.
None of those men had ever trusted me this much, and never had any of them begged me to hurt them so honestly. None of them had ever reacted to me like Michael did—with complete surrender of body and mind. None of them had been so open and eager, so vulnerable in their need.
When I was empty, I bent over and gathered him to me carefully, so my cock wouldn’t slip out. I carried him, and we sat on the couch, Michael in my lap, straddling me, my cock tucked in his hole.
He cuddled to me, roping his arms around my neck.
“Vincent, we’re not stopping again.”
It was so wrong to have sex with him. I couldn’t even begin to list the number of reasons why it was such a bad idea. I should put a stop to this madness immediately before we went too far. Before I put him in danger.
“You promised, Vincent. You own me now. I’m your fuckhole.” Michael laid his head on my shoulder, and the way he said the crude word sounded so tender. “Please, take care of me,” he whispered, rocking his hips gently, reminding me of our connection. I was still half-hard, and his warmth around me felt so profoundly good.
Michael was a force of nature, changeable, dangerous, and powerful one moment yet fragile a second later. The stress he was under now—hiding from a killer for months—was enough to break anyone. He paid me to keep him alive, but he was yearning for someone to give a shit about his life and not just