David stopped me by grabbing my chin and tilting my head up to look at him. “Be good, kitten.”
I groaned. This whole sub thing felt good, so damn good, like it was settling inside me, soothing something I didn’t know needed soothing, but it was also hard as fuck. “Yes…David.” I still didn’t know what I wanted to call him.
“Good boy.”
My cock jerked behind the fly of my jeans. Fuck, that was hot.
“I have my labwork in the kitchen, and I can show you it says I’m negative. Do you need to see it first, or do you want me to pull out?”
“We can look after, and yes, I want to eat your load.”
“Good, because I’m looking forward to feeding it to you.” David still held my face with one hand. With the other, he gripped the base of his cock. “Open,” he commanded, and I did. He lifted his hips slightly and fed his dick into my mouth.
Fuck. Yes. My lips stretched around him, the taste of soap and salt on my tongue. David relaxed in his seat again, his hand going from my chin to the back of my head to push me down onto his fat rod. He didn’t stop until it hit the back of my throat, making me gag.
“Good boy,” he said again. “Don’t move. Just keep it there for a minute. I like watching a pretty boy choke on my cock.”
My nose was in the coarse hair I’d just been admiring, his masculine scent filling my senses. My eyes began to water, and my throat constricted around his erection, saliva pooling in my mouth. Tremors racked my body, and my balls ached even more, my cock pulsing hard and begging to come. Through it all, a spike of panic hit as David held me down with his dick making a home in my throat. I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I was freaking out, the trembling growing…and then he let me go.
“Look at you. You’re a good little hole for my prick.” David wiped the tears off my face. “You okay?”
“Yes. Better than okay. I had a moment of anxiety, but…shit, it made me harder.”
“I thought so.” He nodded toward his groin. “Have at it. You deserve it. Get me off, but don’t have an orgasm yourself.”
My throat was slightly sore, but I said, “Yeah, yeah, okay.”
I took him into my mouth again, going deep like before, making my throat constrict around him, but this time, I didn’t hold him there. With my hand as a companion, I worked David up, stroking him and sucking him, every so often being a hole while he fucked into my face. When David’s hand tangled in my hair, giving it a pull, a tingle began at the base of my spine, my need to come gaining strength, but I fought to hold it off.
“Right there, stay still for me.” David held my face, then thrust up. He fucked my mouth in measured strokes, without ramming into my tender throat. I liked him using me, wanted him to use me, and then he was crying out and pulling my hair again as the first spurt of his hot load hit my tongue. Before I could swallow, he shot again, filling my mouth so I almost choked on cock and cum. He pulled out, and I swallowed his load. “Good boy.” He brushed his fingers along my cheek almost…lovingly. I knew it wasn’t that, obviously, but it was care, and I burrowed into that. Finley always said that after Aidan used him was one of his favorite parts, because of the way Aidan took care of him. “Good job, kitten.”
“Thank you. I really need to come, though.” I went for my pants but then remembered to ask, “May I?”
“I don’t think so. Not yet.”
“Excuse me, what?” I sure as shit hadn’t expected him to say no.
“I’d like to make you suffer, so no. I’m going to get you a drink of water, make sure you’re doing okay, and then I’ll take you home. You can jerk off when you get there. Next time we’re together, I’ll let you have an orgasm with me.”
“That’s not fair!” I rushed out. What the fuck? He wasn’t going to get me off? Or at least let me get myself off now?
“Is that a limit for you?”
“Well, no, but it sucks.”
“That’s the point.” David leaned in and swiped at my mouth with his tongue. I opened my lips and let him in. His tongue caressed mine, and I liked the idea of him tasting himself there. Too soon, he pulled away. “Let’s go to the kitchen and get you a drink. I want to make sure you’re coming down okay. I’ll show you my STI test results. I’d like you to get yours done as well, and if you do fuck anyone else, you’ll need to tell me so we can get tests done again. I’ll do the same for you. Do you have insurance, or do you need me to pay for them?”
My cheeks heated.
“No shame here, remember?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll give you money for the test. I’d like to do that for you because I’m going to take care of you.”
I nodded. “Are you sur—”
“Up, up, kitten,” he cut me off.
“Without an orgasm. I’m still upset about that. You’re a mean, mean man, David.”
“And you love every second of it.”
I stood, crossed my arms, and pouted. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. David got me a drink, showed me the results, and we talked for another hour or so. My cock went soft, and that annoyed me even more because I’d really wanted to have an orgasm, damn it.
We talked more about hard and soft limits and the things we were into. He said I was always to call him if I needed anything from him, and not gonna lie, that made me feel all gooey inside. “I like that. Knowing you’ll take care of me.”
“I know you do.” He ruffled my hair. “Now I have some things to do, so I’ll take you home. We’ll talk soon, okay?”
Crossing my arms, I pouted again. It didn’t work, again. David drove me to the house I shared with my grandma, kissed me goodbye, and left.
I watched him go with a smile on my face. Orgasm or not, that had been incredible.
CHAPTER SIX
David
A few days had passed since my time with Jordan. We’d texted back and forth, and he’d sent me a photo of his cock, when he was home, jerking off. The caption read: When your…Dom (still not sure what I feel comfortable calling you) won’t let you come with him and you’re forced to take matters into your own hand.
He was going to be a handful. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t know it…and looked forward to it. I liked a challenge, and Jordan would be that, but I appreciated that he was naughty and playful yet eager to please. I could see it in him. He really was like a kitten. I could imagine him scratching me up while playing, then needing to curl up in my lap and be held. I was looking forward to spending more time with him.
I’d just gotten into my car after a surgery at the hospital, when my cell rang. It sat on the leather seat beside me, Aidan’s name on the screen.
“Miss me already? You haven’t been in Texas very long,” I said instead of hello.
“You wish,” he teased. “Unfortunately, I have something more serious to discuss.”
I sobered quickly, my pulse accelerating. “What’s wrong?”
“Finley is worried about Ian.”
Now my heart rate skyrocketed. “What is it? What happened?”