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I have no fucking idea, but I’m willing to let him do anything he fucking wants to me right now.
“Or should you fuck this pastry while I fuck you?” Nick curls his fingers, searching for my prostate, and I brace for it. It’s such an intense pleasure. It’s almost too much, but if I relax into it, it’s so fucking good. “I do love when the devil comes disguised as sweets.”
My back arches, and I let out a pathetic whimper when he finds it.
“There it is,” he says, and I don’t have to look at his face to know he’s grinning. The fucker loves watching my face when he’s toying with me.
“What do you want, dirty boy? Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you up? Or should I drag it out until you’re desperate?”
“Uh. Hng. Hu.” I can’t form words. I can barely make sounds, and he wants to have a fucking chat?
“Drag it out, it is.”
With his fingers slowly dragging over my prostate, his hand stroking my sticky dick, and his mouth on my balls, I’m not going to last long. I’m overstimulated and drowning in sensations.
I slam my eyes shut to focus on my breathing, but it’s useless. All it does is let the thoughts in. Is he going to let me come if I get there, or will he back off at the last second?
The what-ifs start circling my brain, and I can’t stop them. Fuck. The anxiety starts swirling, and I can feel my hard-on deflating. Clenching my fists, I try to only think about the sensations, but I can’t block out the nagging voice telling me I’m going to disappoint him.
“Joey,” my name is a command, and my eyes pop open, meeting Nick’s hard gaze. “Eyes on me.”
My breathing slows a little, and the noise in my head quiets as I watch him touch me. His mouth wraps around my dick, sucking and bobbing until I’m hard again, and my hips jerk off the bed.
“Come in my mouth, give it to me.” His fingers stroke me inside while his mouth and other hand work together to fuck me—and I’m done. The hot, wet suction of his mouth while he plays with my hole is too much. I fill his mouth only a few pumps later, my hips thrusting my dick deep into his throat, but he takes it and keeps going. He sucks my soul from my cock, leaving me panting and weak.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, dropping my arm over my eyes.
Nick chuckles and slides up my body. “I’m going to fuck you, Joey, while you’re weak and your cum is on my tongue.”
He kisses me hard for a minute, and the click of the lube bottle sounds just before his slick tip presses against me.
“Yes,” I moan against his lips. “Use me.”
Nick shudders as he sinks all the way in, then grinds against me for a minute.
“You like being used, don’t you? My little gutter slut,” he growls, and goosebumps break out across my skin.
“Yes,” I hiss. My dick twitches like it’s going to try to rally, but it doesn’t matter if I come again, it feels so fucking good to be used without having to worry about it. The pressure is off, and I can just enjoy the way he feels. The grip of his fingers on my flesh, the slap of his pelvis against my ass, and how full I feel with him buried deep.
Nick pulls the cinnamon roll off my dick and drops it onto the bag, then leans over me, pinning my wrists to the bed and teasing my mouth while he brutalizes my ass.
“Come for me, use me. Please,” I whisper against his lips, and he shudders. “Make me your cumwhore. I want it.”
He trembles and grinds against me, then fucks me harder as he comes. Heat blooms inside of me, and he moans the sexiest sound before dropping down onto my chest, panting. His grip on my wrists lessens, and I pull them away to wrap my arms around him and run one hand through his hair slowly.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbles into my neck, and I smile as I close my eyes. I could fall asleep like this. Warm, sated, relaxed. His weight is comforting, and I find myself starting to drift off, but when he sits up, my eyes open.
“We should clean up, and we can’t let the cinnamon roll go to waste.” Nick climbs off the bed, and I look at the poor dessert that we violated. It’s falling apart and messy but will probably still taste good. Is it weird to eat food that was on my dick? I’m not going to think too hard about it.
Nick goes into the bathroom and comes back with a wet rag and cleans me up. I like that he takes care of me afterward. I’ve never let anyone else do it before, but he insisted, and after just a few days, I’ve started to look forward to it. Why is it so easy to let him take care of me? To give up that control? How does he know I need it?
He kisses me soft but deep while he drags the warm cloth over my skin. He lingers, enjoying my body in the relaxed state he leaves me in.
While he puts the rag in the laundry, I grab my clothes and get dressed.
We sit on the bed and eat the pastry without talking much, just sharing knowing looks and quick smiles. My cheeks are a little red, but I’m surprised at how not embarrassed I am by this.
“You know I’ll never be able to look at one of these again, right?”