Page 41 of Beyond the Stix
As I stare at my debauched reflection, I can’t help but admire my lips, knowing that they are swollen from sucking John’s cock down my throat. But the best is yet to come.
John is standing behind me, studying my face, and a shiver of lust slides up my spine at the fucking I’m going to get from my bodyguard.
A rush of pure desire surges throughout my body—down to my balls as I take up the position he gently demands.
Sure, I love to bottom, but I also like being in control. Though, lately I hold on so tight sometimes, that I don’t know how to let go. When that need for total domination overpowers me, I don’t see the end game, and fall short on my climax.
I found out the other night with John that even though he let me hold onto the reins the entire time, it was him who had all the control. And I secretly loved it. However, I crave something more. More of the obvious dominance I know John can give me. But in order to try—in order to cross that line, I have to trust him.
Do I trust John?I ask myself that while looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Yes, I do trust him to protect me. But can I let him have ultimate control of my body? Of my sexual needs?
John can make me careen over the edge. This push and pull—as John aptly described it—is us. A foreplay of some sort. But the question still remains the same. Can I trust him with my heart?
Then I realize John hasn’t moved. My eyes meet his, and an unspoken question is expressed across his face. He’s waiting for me to give my consent.
The tension in my body relaxes as I look over my shoulder and stare up at his gorgeous rugged face. “Yes.”
“Eyes front. Don’t move. Not even a twitch.” I then watch John through the mirror as he walks to my pants, pulls out the condom and a lube packet from my wallet and strides back to me.
I’m so mesmerized by how his body moves with every step, that when cold wetness drips onto my hole I nearly yelp. But I remain still, as John’s fingers circle my rim.
“So pretty, and tight.” His gentle touch makes goose flesh of my skin before he slowly slides a finger inside me. “And hot.”
“Don’t tease me,” I hiss.
John pulls his fingers out, then presses against my back, giving me his full weight. “I’ll tease the fuck out of you for as long as I want, and you’re going to take it until I say otherwise.” He nips my ear; at the same time, he plunges two fingers into my ass. The burn and stretch have me teetering on the edge of spilling my seed.
A groan leaves my lips. “John.” I close my eyes and ride the sensation I’m being bombarded with.
“That’s it. Take what I give you.” He pulls out and inserts three until I can’t take the stretching anymore. And before I can moan out my protect, John removes his fingers and I can feel the blunt end of his cock at my pucker.
As I let out a slow breath, John slowly pushes his dick inside. He pauses after his head passes the first ring of muscle. “Are you okay? Are you still sore from the other night?”
“I’m good. Now get on with it, Brand,” I mumble out, absorbing every inch he slides inside me. He doesn’t stop until his pelvis presses against my ass. “Fuck yes.”
“Shit. Don’t move.” John has a firm grip on my hips. “Give me a second or I’m going to come.”
I hold still until he’s ready, but I’m dying. John’s so deep, his cockhead presses against my prostate, that I’m ready to explode myself. Before I tell him to move, John almost pulls out and shoves back inside, hitting that small bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Hold on.” It’s all he says before his grip on my hips tightens to the point that it’ll leave bruises, and he thrusts hard and fast. “Touch yourself.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice. While he fucks me into oblivion, I jack my dick until I’m already cresting. “Yes.”
A low groan from John sends a signal to my drawn-up balls. I jack faster, and a surge of electricity zaps down my spine and I come.
His hands grip onto my shoulders now, and he bucks fast into me. A few more hard thrusts, and John explodes, with my name crooning from his lips.
THIRTEEN
John
Still balls deep in Connor,I don’t want to move from where we are anchored on the couch. I kiss his neck, then his shoulder before pulling all the way out, and disposing of the full condom into the small trash can next to the sofa.
It takes me a second to realize that whoever decided to put a couch and trash can inside the sound room had this very idea in mind.What a genius.