Page 27 of Rowan's Renewal
"Fuck," he groans after a few more moments of scissoring my fingers while he rides them, “Ro, that feels too good. Need you in me now.”
I’m enjoying myself too much, too, but the hint of Daddy voice in his demand has me pulling my fingers out and grappling blindly for the lube bottle again. It’s funny how I’ve already been conditioned to respond to that voice, to that hint of dominance laced with affection. Maybe I was always made to be someone’s sub. Someone’s Boy.
No, not someone’s. Aaron’s.
I’ve never been one to really believe in fate or destiny or anything particularly airy-fairy, but I have no other way to justify all the coincidences that brought us together. It honestly feels like it was meant to be.
And, once my cock is slicked up and he’s lowering his body down onto me, that feeling solidifies in my chest.
Becausefuckhe feels amazing.
“Y-you good?” he pants once he’s fully seated. I blink up at him, bewildered.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
His lips quirk. “Daddy habits die hard…nnngh. Fuck, baby, your cock is filling me up so good.” He’s rolling his hips slowly, setting the pace while I flounder underneath him.
I can’t decide where to put my hands or how to get my mouth on some part of him —anypart of him. He’s so tight around my cock, warm and slick from the lube, and it’s taking all my concentration not to come too soon.
“Daddy,” I whine, and I can’t even be embarrassed by the sound as it leaves my lips, “you feel amazing. I’m already close.”
He groans and increases his pace, leaning forward to kiss me, his hips still undulating. “Hold it for me, Ro. Don’t come yet.”
Oh god.
The command is hot and terrifying all at once, because the sheer pleasure I get from being ordered not to come is making all my synapses fire up.
“Daddy…” I gasp against his lips, my body bouncing with his movement on top of me.
“Be a —oh,Jesus— be a good boy, Rowan.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Each unspoken curse matches with a thrust of my hips into him, with a landing of his firm, youthful ass against my bare skin.
My balls draw up almost painfully tight. After so long without a partner, and literal years of not topping, I’m beyond overwhelmed by the pleasure of this connection.
“D-Daddy…” I can’t vocalize anything else. Just a plaintive repetition of the special title I use for him in private. The one that symbolizes how different he is to every other man I’ve been with. The one that highlights my trust in him. My brain feels like soup. Floaty, bubbly, near-orgasming soup. “Daddy, I can’t…”
“Youcan,” he insists, sitting back up and bouncing so hard that the headboard rhythmically thumps against the wall. He enunciates through exhalations with every drop down onto my cock. “You. Can. Hold. It.”
Why is it such a fucking turn on to be denied like this?
My hands —which had settled on his hips without my conscious decision— grip him tightly. I’m afraid that I’ll leave bruises, but then the thought of leaving my marks on him makes my body tremble on the edge of what feels like unpreventable release.
“Daddy!” I cry, not wanting to disappoint him, but unable to be his good boy for much longer. “I’m gonna come.”
He grabs for one of my hands and directs it to where his dick is flushed red and leaking onto my belly. He wraps my fingers around the shaft, closing his fist over mine, guiding me with the pressure and pace he needs. “Touch me, Rowan. Touch my cock. Make me come with you.”
I can’t even count the strokes. I’m too busy trying not to give in to my body’s desperate urges.
“Yes,” he encourages on his next hard landing in my lap, the word more a growl than an actual word, “that’s it. Good boy. I’m close, baby. So close.”
I can’t reply, any words I might have said now reduced to a garbled whine at the back of my throat as I finally lose control. “Uuuuungh,” I scramble to explain, “I’m c-coming—ah!— Daddy.”
Alex always said my orgasms are a bit lacklustre. I guess they feel more intense for me than the amount of cum I produce would lead anyone to believe. But that doesn’t bother me, and especially not today. Not with Aaron’s body tensing as his own release hits him, ropes of his cum jetting out over my shuttling fist and onto my bare belly. We shudder and roll through the last moments of mutual bliss, before I start to soften and slip out of him, much to my disappointment.
Aaron climbs off me and collapses at my side, pressing sloppy, lazy kisses over my shoulder while he catches his breath.
