Page 50 of Heal
Beau didn't question anything. He moved to the floor, lying down on his back, his pants still undone, his spent cock exposed to the cool air. "Like this?"
"Perfect." Parson stood and kicked off his shoes before stripping off his shirt and pants. "You don't mind me being bossy?"
Beau blushed. "I love you being controlling and telling me what to do. I've never had anyone do that. It was amazing."
"So you'll do what I ask again?"
"Anything." Beau didn't hesitate. He knew Parson would never hurt him, and that meant he could trust him to never ask for more than he could give.
"I'm going to straddle your chest and make myself come, but at times, I'm going to ask you to do things to help me get there, okay?"
Beau nodded, excited to see what Parson would want. He watched as Parson settled over his chest, his pale white skin was sprinkled with freckles, his chest hair thick and red. His body was perfect, not too large, or small, the muscle tone just enough to make Beau want to hold on to him. His cock was shorter, but thick, the head wet as Parson wrapped his hand around it.
"Keep your eyes on my eyes, not my cock. I want to stare into your eyes when I come. I want to watch your reaction to my words, to the feel of my cum when it hits your face."
Beau licked his lips. "Okay." His own cock was starting to come back to life, turned on by the new world Parson was opening up to him.
Parson settled his full weight on Beau's chest as he started to stroke his cock. Beau reached down, caressing his legs, running his fingers over Parson's skin. He did as he was told, keeping his gaze locked with his, seeing the way his eyes flashed with desire, his nostrils flared, and sweat started to bead over his forehead.
"I'm going to lift up. I want your tongue on my balls." Parson moved, dragging his balls over Beau's lips.
He licked and flicked his tongue over them, sucking when Parson would lower enough for him to take one into his mouth.
"Your tongue's amazing."
Beau wanted to keep going, but Parson settled back, letting his wet balls settle on Beau's chest as his fist continued to stroke, twisting, and pulling on his cock.
"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. All I can think about is how it's going to feel when we finally have sex. I don't even know if you top or bottom. It doesn't matter because I like both. I just want to feel us moving together. Thrusting and pushing together until we both lose our mind." Parson stared down at him. "But not tonight. Not yet. I want that need to build. I want the thought to simmer in our minds for a while. I want us both so needy for each other that the next time we're alone we can't keep our hands off each other."
Beau's breath came heavy, the thought alone turning him on. His cock was rock hard again, and he wanted exactly what Parson suggested, the two of them losing their minds together because the pleasure was too much to handle.
"Fuck, I'm close. Give me your tongue again." Parson moved forward.
Beau licked and sucked like a starving man, hungry for the release he would be getting soon. He wondered what Parson would taste like. It would be good, because everything they shared so far had been good.
"Get ready." Parson moved back as he angled his cock toward Beau's face.
Beau opened his mouth, hoping Parson knew how much he wanted this. He licked his lips, wishing he could watch Parson's hand working himself, but he kept his gaze glued to Parson's like he'd been ordered to do.
"Ahh…" Parson's neck arched back, his muscles tensed, his body trembled.
Hot liquid splattered over Beau's lips, cheek, and chin, then another pulse hit his neck. He resisted the urge to lick his lips clean, unsure if that was what Parson wanted or if he should wait, so he could see the evidence of his release on his skin.
Parson fell forward, his hands braced on either side of Beau's head as he stared down at him. "You look good wearing my cum."
Beau smiled. "Can I taste it?"
"I like that you ask permission." Parson bent closer. "I'll share it with you." He licked over Beau's cheek before kissing him, feeding him his own cum off his tongue.
Beau groaned in pleasure as Parson did it again, continuing until Beau's skin was clean again.
They lay there together for a moment in silence, before Parson rolled off him, settling on the floor beside him. "I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with that."
"I loved it." Beau rolled to face him. "I never knew I'd be into all that, but I loved every bit of it. I want you telling me what to do, taking what you want. I guess in a way I want to submit to you. I like it when you take charge."
"I figured it was better to scare you away now if you were going to run," Parson told him. "I'm not always like that. I like it simple and fun too, but it really gets me off sometimes being in control. I'm not into anything harder. Not into bondage or pain, but I like to take charge."
"I'm okay with that. I've never had anyone be that way and I loved it. Others have always been nervous, let me take the lead, do what I wanted, but that bored me. I felt like sex was one-sided, my partner never fully there. Tonight, I knew you were there. I knew what you wanted, and I wanted to give it all to you."
