Page 51 of Just A Little Joy

“Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” he said through heavy breaths.

“Well, I do.” I pulled back from him and felt along the bedside table for a condom and the lube. His head dropped to the pillow and his hand replaced my mouth.

“That’s right, baby. Keep yourself ready for me. You look so pretty on my bed. God, that cock is pretty, just like you.” It was flushed a deep, angry red. His solid six inches made my mouth water. I wanted to bury myself in his ass until he forgot everything except me.

I popped the lid off the lube and squirted some of the gel onto my fingers. Casey watched me through hooded eyes, but his hand never stopped stroking his cock. His parted lips let his tongue poke through, and that was a temptation too powerful to pass by. My mouth dropped again to taste him, and Casey eagerly parted his lips. Our tongues slid against each other, and tendrils of need snaked around my body.

“Baby, I need you so fucking much,” I panted when we finally broke apart. Rather than answer, Casey ground himself against me. His length was hard and sticky from his leaky cockhead and it smeared across my stomach.

I felt marked. Wishful thinking, but I was manifesting the shit out of the idea.

Casey’s mewling brought me back to the here and now. With a few tugs, he was back to thrusting into the air, and I wasn’t sure that the torture I was inflicting on myself wouldn’t do me in.

“Daddy, hurry up,” Casey whined. I had no idea he was so impatient, but it was hard to be bothered by it when it was me he wanted. “Just get in me.”

“Silly boy, we gotta prep you,” I chuckled.

“Nah.”

“Yeah.”

Rather than keep him waiting, I eased a lube-slicked finger into his tight channel. His slow hiss curled around my cock, and somehow, my shaft steeled more. Given how he was bearing down, after only a few movements, I added a second finger. His accompanying groan spurred me on.

Splayed in front of me, with one knee hooked over my elbow and his other planted on the bed, he looked shameless. And beautiful. And so fucking sexy. His hooded eyes were cloudy with need for this. For me. For us.

“You want more, baby?”

“Need…more…need…you…” Casey huffed.

“I need you too,” I answered.

There was more to my response than he knew, but he didn’t need to know that right now. Giving him what he wanted, what he needed, was enough for now. I carefully added a third finger, and Casey’s gasp stopped me instantly.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he ordered.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“It’s fine. It’s good,” he panted. “It’ll be fine.”

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you,” I promised.

A soft smile transformed Casey’s face from pure lust into something softer. I refused to examine it further. Right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure this beautiful, kind, generous man felt fucking amazing.

With a quick jerk, I grabbed the condom, rolled it on, then drizzled lube in a thin line. The strokes it took to put lube on myself brought me too close to the edge. With a prayer to anyone listening, I grasped the base of my dick and squeezed, trying to stave off my imminent release. It took longer than I expected, but I was able to keep the urge to explode on Casey at bay.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Casey chanted.

“I know, baby,” I whispered before dropping my mouth to his sweet lips.

For my peace of mind, I plunged my fingers into his tight channel a few more times to make sure he was ready. Casey ground against me. When I thought he was stretched enough, I withdrew my fingers, drizzled more lube on his hole, and lined up my dick with his waiting hole. The first ring of muscles wastight, but I eased myself forward. Casey, despite the grimace on his face, tried to push himself down.

“Baby, I swear to whatever god is enjoying the show that if you don’t stop trying to rush this, I’m gonna stop altogether and jack myself off instead. You’re going to hurt yourself, and I’m not going to let that happen willingly. Got it?” The sternness in my voice broke through his fog.

“Got it.” Casey looked chagrined, but the lust in his eyes hadn’t dissipated at all.

Inch by inch, I eased my way into his channel. When I was fully seated, I waited while he adjusted to the intrusion. For someone who was pushing for me to get a move on, it took him a long moment to become accustomed to the pressure.