on the silicone toy and pulled it out. I was so ready, flying high like a kite, drugged from my own fantasies, from images of Vincent’s rough body, the scent of his sweat that I sometimes caught in the thick air between us. The feeling of his cockhead lodged in my throat.
I didn’t waste time fingering myself aside from slicking my ass with a little lube. I lathered the dildo, spread my legs wide apart, my knees chafing on the carpet, and I reached back. Shaking with need, I pressed the tip against my hole. It popped inside, the sensation glorious. Fucking hell, I needed this. I jostled the toy, stretching myself wider, and pushed in and out a few times, sinking it deeper on each stroke. It was like a fucking spa treatment. My whole body sighed with relief as the hard dick stretched my ring and rubbed over my gland. Paradise.
Grabbing the edge of the mattress with my other hand, I rolled my hips, finding the right rhythm. The world exploded in color, and my eyes fell shut.
Fuck me, Daddy. Use me. Fuck me hard.
Vincent shoved his dick into my ass all the way and stayed there. I gasped with the pain. He fucked me with long, deep strokes, and I moaned with each thrust. My cock drooled precum as my gland shot fireworks into my system. I whimpered and mewled, meeting his thrusts, begging for more.
Fuck yes. I need you. God, you’re so good for me. Fill me up. Yeah! Deeper. That’s it. A great fucking cock. Huge beautiful cock. Fucking wreck my hole!
When I resurfaced, I was biting the sheets as I knelt by the bed, the skin on my knees burning, my thighs trembling. My left hand held the base of the dildo shoved deep into my ass, and my right was soiled with cum.
Had I yelled some of the things I’d thought? My throat was dry, so I must’ve been loud. Maybe Vincent had heard me? I kinda hoped he had. I licked the spunk from my hand. A powerful aftershock made my hole clench. I groaned.
A loud bang sounded from the kitchen—something fell to the floor. Then a rustle, a few hasty footsteps, a click of a door.
Vincent had heard me.
Good.
The most amazing thing happened. After I fucked myself thinking of him, I slept. I slept better than I had in weeks, and I woke up with only one thing on my mind—I wanted that cock. I wanted that real, hot flesh inside me, Vincent’s rough hands digging into my skin. I wanted it bad.
The next evening, I exited the bathroom in only my tight tan briefs and sauntered to the kitchen corner, deliberately not looking at Vincent, who sat in the armchair, reading something on his iPad.
I stretched my arms above my head, rolled my shoulders, and sighed, then opened the fridge. Cocking my hip, I scanned the contents. It was an exercise in futility. I knew exactly what the fridge held. I picked one light beer from the dwindling supply and closed the fridge. At least, those beers were mine. Vincent never drank alcohol. I guessed that as he was working twenty-four seven, he probably couldn’t. Well, more for me.
With my left hand, I reached back and adjusted the hem of my briefs, slowly running my index finger across my ass cheek.
A thud behind me, then a quiet curse. I turned. Vincent was picking up his iPad from the carpet. I suppressed my grin.
“I can cook tonight,” I said, opening my beer.
Leaning on the edge of the kitchen counter, I played with the bottleneck and pushed my ass out. I still looked casual enough, no over-the-top display. Just a boy drinking a beer in the kitchen, his junk half-hard in his tight underwear. I wanted Vincent to know that if he wanted the ass he’d been eying for the past few days, thinking he was so damn discreet… he could have it. Anytime, in any way.
“Do whatever you want,” he grumbled. “Just put a T-shirt on.”
I gulped some more beer. His anger only made me hungrier for him.
“Why, Vincent?”
His eyes flitted to my pierced nipples, and I smiled.
“Michael, I’ve had enough. This is not a game. Put on some fucking clothes, now.” Damn, the command in his voice! I was fully hard. And he noticed. He swallowed, and his eyes darkened, zeroing in on my cotton-covered erection.
“Yes, Daddy.” I strolled past him to my room, swaying my hips as I went.
“Little