hold my breath. The slow push is different than a dildo, different than his fingers, different than my own. But it doesn’t hurt. Not exactly. At least not in a way that makes me want to be somewhere else. Not in a way that I know I have to tolerate until he’s done.
“Stop,” I say. “Yellow.”
Timber pauses. “Is everything okay? Would you like me to pull out?”
I smile and shake my head. I don’t know how to explain this to him, but I’m going to try.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just… wanted to know I could stop everything.”
He runs his hand up and down my back. “I get that. More than you’ll ever know. I’ll stop the second you want me to, baby boy. All you have to do is ask.”
It’s exactly like I always secretly hoped. Timber understands me. I’m glad he’s behind me, so he can’t see the tears gathering in my eyes.
“Green,” I whisper, my voice thick.
As he enters me, inch by inch, it isn’t just physical. This isn’t just sex. It’s a connection with another human being. I feel ready and completely unprepared at the same time. I want it, but I’m terrified. He’s so big, and his compassion is so wonderful.
How do you handle getting everything you’ve ever wanted, knowing that you only have it because you paid for it?
Maybe that’s how my intended mate felt.
No. Timber isn’t a young boy trapped with an alcoholic father. He didn’t have to go on this trip. His cock is hard within me. He wants this. And I’m going to let myself enjoy it.
When he’s buried all the way to the hilt, he stops. In his videos, he’ll sometimes ask his partners if they’re okay. He’s a big man. If I hadn’t trained myself with dildos, I wouldn’t be able to take him. But Timber doesn’t ask, and it isn’t because he doesn’t care. I’ve noticed that he always checks in with the newbies, but rarely with the men who’ve been in the business for a long time and know their limits. Timber’s silence is a way of telling me that he trusts me.
“You feel good, baby boy. So tight,” he says. His voice is almost a growl, like he’s at the edge of his control.
I want him to let go.
“I can take it rough, Daddy. Please.”
He grabs my hips, and slides out, ramming back into me. It hurts. The hurt is different than his bite, though. Different than the slap of his hand. It’s inside me. Intimate. Everything.
“Hold on. Good boys get what they ask for, and you’ve been such a good boy for me.”
I clutch the edge of the balcony and brace myself. I’ve seen how hard Timber can fuck someone. He’s an animal when he feels like his boy can take it, and I want to take him all.
He withdraws, faster this time, and slams back inside me with brutal force. A whimper escapes my lips. He gives it to me again and again, each thrust jarring me all the way down to my bones. The sound of our skin slapping is loud in the night air. Someone’s going to hear us.
Timber growls, then speeds up. He’s grunting now, and there’s something feral about the noises he’s making. It’s like we’re animals mating. Fucking. And God, that’s so good. So right.
In the distance, I hear the door to the roof open. Someone’s up here. Timber freezes.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He chuckles quietly. “What a naughty boy you are.”
It’s praise. I can hear it in his voice.
He thrusts into me again. Someone could be watching us, and Timber’s still pounding into me. They can hear us come together, hear the squish of my slick. My vision goes white, and I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as I clamp down hard on his cock and come onto the wall of the balcony. I take in a desperate gasp because the orgasm is so long, I don’t have control over myself. A quiet growl comes from his powerful body and he gives me a few long, powerful thrusts.
Footsteps echo behind us, and the door opens again, slamming shut a second later.
Timber laughs. It makes his cock move inside me, far more gently than before. A tickle, really. It’s nice. Comforting. “I think we’re going to have a good time together, you and I,” he says. He sounds happy.
I made Timber happy.
The pleasure that spreads through my body is better than an orgasm. Maybe this is the afterglow everyone