Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,36

That had been three days ago, and I fully expected him to plead for a hard fucking tonight. I couldn’t wait.

Of course, Michael, by far, exceeded my expectations.

I was checking my iPad, looking through the surveillance information. It all looked okay, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Not with Michael’s life. I was getting apprehensive. It had been four weeks, and the FBI wasn’t making much progress.

The bathroom door creaked, and Michael emerged, completely naked. He strolled to the middle of the room, set the now half-empty lube bottle on the coffee table within my reach, and knelt on the floor, his back to me.

Then he bent over, spreading his legs and laying his head on his folded arms on the floor. I got a direct view of his glistening, pink pucker right there in front of me.

My mouth went dry, and my groin tightened. I could easily come in my pants. What the fuck was he up to now?

“I made myself ready for you, Daddy.” He wiggled. “Do you want my hole tonight? I won’t come. This is just for you. I want to be a good fuckhole for you. Please, Daddy, do you want to use me?”

And then he just waited, eyes closed, still as a statue. He only clenched his pucker a few times, taunting me. My cock immediately throbbed with need, and I suppressed a crazed laugh. He was unbelievable.

What was I supposed to do with something like that?

Mesmerized, I stood, opened my pants, pulled out my hard length, and stroked myself. My gaze glued to his exposed ass, I took a step closer and grabbed the lube bottle. His pucker tightened again, right in front of my eyes, and a shiver ran through his body. But, he stayed still and waited, like a good obedient boy.

A demon. That’s what he was. And I fell for all his tricks, one after another.

I knelt behind him and thrust inside his slick asshole. His rim stretched, his walls enveloped me, and his body sucked me in deep. Home.

He was quiet, but his fists clawed the carpet.

And because it was what he’d asked me to do, I ignored the rest of him.

Just a hot hole for my cock.

I didn’t kiss him, didn’t stroke his skin with my hands, no caress, nothing. I just used the hole.

I moved, sliding in and out of the heavenly tightness, the friction and warmth absolutely wonderful. Tendrils of bliss spread from my groin, and I hummed and moaned quietly. The sensations around my cock and the rising desire in my balls were the only things I thought of.

It was my moment, my pleasure. Just for me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, close to orgasm. Nope. Not yet. Not wanting it to end so soon, I pulled out and fastened my gaze on the dark opening in front of the tip of my cock. I needed more. He was trying to stay quiet, but muffled noises escaped him as he waited, empty and quivering.

I rose on my feet and crouched down, lining up again. Grabbing his hips, I slammed inside, and his ring fluttered around me. I swung my hips again, my position allowing me to drive forward with speed and power, and this time, Michael mewled, a sound muffled by his arm.

But there was no Michael, only a hole for my cock. I didn’t care. I just fucked it harder.

“Tight and greedy fuckhole, feasting on my cock. Going to make me come.”

A broken cry echoed in the room.

I gripped those muscles tightly, keeping balance, and fucked the hole faster, my balls slapping against the skin, my dick tearing into the warmth, to the hilt on each thrust. It was perfection. The explosion started in my balls, and I drove forward a couple more times with force, then stilled. I was buried deep in the most amazing hot little asshole, my cock pulsing, cum rushing out, and my body tingling with joy.

I stayed inside the slick warmth for a while longer, rocking my hips, reaching deep. The thrill dissolved ever so slowly, leaving me strangely on edge. I came, and it had been fantastic.

Yet I missed Michael.

After I pulled out, I grabbed those ass cheeks and held them open wide, filling my memory with the sight of the stretched, cum-filled opening, reddened and used.

“You’re a good hole, boy.” I tried to sound stern and not as needy as I felt. Michael’s body seemed to tremble at the crude praise.

I pushed Michael’s legs together, closing him up.