Page 40 of Gator
I slipped one finger in and moaned as he reached for his cock. I was tempted to tell him not to touch himself yet, but the sight of him hard and leaking precum just for me was way too delicious. I slipped another finger in and started moving them in and out of his hole. The sounds he made were almost enough to send me over the edge, and we’d barely even gotten started.
Once I was sure he was ready for me, I pulled my fingers out and leaned over to reach for a condom on the bedside table. When I sat back up, condom in hand, he looked at me, and for the first time tonight, he looked uncertain.
“What is it,mon petit?”
He glanced from the condom to my face and then said, “I’m negative, so we don’t have to use that if you don’t want to.”
I reached over and touched his face. “Baby, there’s nothing I would love more than to bury myself in you with nothing between us, but I need to get tested first. I haven’t had one recently enough to be sure it would be safe for you.”
“Okay,” he said and reached for the condom. I handed it to him and watched as he tore the package open, then he sat up so he could reach me. He leaned down and kissed my chest before grabbing my cock and rolling the condom on.
The sight of his hands on me, rolling that latex down my length, almost undid me right there. His fingers trembled just a little, and the focused look on his face—like I was something precious he was handling—sent a wave of possessiveness crashing through me so hard it stole my breath. He looked up at me through his lashes, that familiar defiance sparking even now. “Good?”
“Perfect,” I growled, the word scraping out of my throat. My control was fraying at the edges, thin as old rope about to snap. I couldn’t wait another second. I grabbed the base and squeezed to calm myself down, and he gasped, scrambling back on the bed until his shoulders hit the pillows. I moved over him, caging him in, my knees pressing his thighs wide apart. The heat radiating from his body was an open invitation, and the scent of him—clean sweat, that faint trace of chemicals still clinging to his skin from the salon, and something uniquelyJulius—flooded my senses. My cock, sheathed and ready, nudged against his entrance, slick with lube. I held myself there for a heartbeat,just feeling the incredible heat, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly.
“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice thick.
His eyes, dark and blown wide with need, snapped to mine. There was no trace of the brat now, just raw, desperate hunger. It mirrored my own.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded, rubbing the head of my cock against him, applying just enough pressure to make him whine.
“You,” he said with a gasp, arching his back, trying to take me in. “Yours, Daddy. Please—”
The ‘please’ broke me. I thrust forward, sinking into him in one slow, relentless push. The tight, clenching heat was fucking exquisite, overwhelming. He cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that went straight to my cock. His body arched off the bed, head thrown back, tendons standing out in his neck. I held still, buried deep, letting him adjust, letting us both feel the sheer, staggering intimacy of being joined. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Every muscle in my body was locked tight, trembling with the effort of not just pounding into him like an animal.
“Fuck,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss the strained column of his throat. “So tight. So fucking perfect for me.”
He whimpered, his hands clawing at my back. “Move, Gator.Pleasemove.”
I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, savoring the drag, the way his body clung to me, trying to keep me inside. Then I slammed back in, hard and deep. His shout was pure pleasure. I set a brutal pace from the start, no finesse, just raw, driving need. Each thrust rocked him up the bed, the headboard thumping softly against the wall in a rhythmic counterpoint to the slick sounds of our bodies joining, his ragged gasps, and my own harsh grunts. His legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, urging me on.
“God… yes… like that,” he babbled, his voice cracking. “Harder. Fuck me harder, Daddy.”
I snarled, pistoning into him, losing myself in the feel of him, the sounds he made, the way his cock leaked between us, smearing precome on both our stomachs. My hand slid between us, wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard and pulsing in my grip. I stroked him in time with my thrusts, twisting my wrist slightly on the upstroke. He screamed my name, or maybe it wasDaddy, the sound swallowed by the frantic rhythm.
“Gonna come?” I growled against his ear, biting the lobe. “Gonna come all over my fist like a good boy?”
“Y-yes! Fuck, Gator, I’m close… so close—”
“Look at me.” I forced his chin up, making his glazed eyes meet mine. “Come for me. Now.”
His body obeyed instantly. He arched violently, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he came, hot stripes painting hisstomach and my hand. His body clamped down on my cock like a vise, the sudden, intense squeezing dragging my own orgasm out of me with blinding force. I buried myself to the hilt, grinding deep as I roared, my own release slamming into me, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure tearing through every nerve ending. I pulsed inside him, my vision spotting, everything narrowing down to the feel of him convulsing around me, the sound of our ragged breaths mingling.
I collapsed forward, catching myself on my forearms beside his head, my face buried in the crook of his neck. My entire body shook. His arms came up, wrapping weakly around my shoulders, holding me as we both gasped for air. Sweat slicked our skin where we were pressed together. The frantic energy slowly bled away, replaced by a deep, bone-melting exhaustion and a profound sense ofrightness. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. I just breathed him in, the scent of sex and sweat andus. Gradually, I became aware of the sticky mess between us, the tremors still running through his legs wrapped around me, and the uncomfortable press of the condom. I nuzzled his neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just below his ear.
“Okay?” I murmured, the word rough but gentle.
He hummed, a sleepy, contented sound. “More than okay.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on my sweaty back. “Worth the wait.”
I huffed a breath that was almost a laugh against his skin. “Yeah.” I pushed myself up reluctantly, wincing as I pulled out of him. He made a small, protesting sound. “Easy, baby. Gotta take care of you.”
I carefully disposed of the condom in the small bin by the bed. Grabbing a discarded t-shirt—mine, I realized by the smell—I gently wiped the mess from his stomach and chest. He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, a small, sated smile playing on his swollen lips. I tossed the shirt aside and slid back onto the bed, pulling him against my side. He went willingly, curling into me, his head resting on my chest.
I wrapped my arm around him, holding him close. The silence was comfortable, thick with the aftermath of shared intensity. Outside the door, Trixie was quiet for once. All I could hear was Julius’s breathing gradually evening out, and the slowing thud of my own heart. My fingers traced idle paths over the smooth skin of his shoulder blade.
“Stay?” His voice was a sleepy murmur against my skin.