Page 73 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Let’s try this.” I rise up to drape myself over him,dropping kisses along his jaw. “Be a good doll for me, and try not to squirm. When you can’t hold back anymore, I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”
All tension leaves him the moment I mention him being my doll, and for the first time since having Matty on his knees, my attention drifts to my cock.
It is definitely on board with a little roleplay.
I kiss the corner of his mouth and make my way down his neck. His tank is easy enough to slip off, even with Matty acting like dead weight with a playful mirth in his eyes. I make my exploration of the rest of him a slow endeavor, watching the rise and fall of his chest and feeling how his body twitches beneath my fingertips.
By the time I reach the patch of black hair nestled around his dick, his eyes are closed and he’s panting through parted lips, but he’s otherwise remaining still and relaxed.
I may never have gone down on a guy—or a trans guy in Matty’s case—but if there’s one place in the bedroom I have an overabundance of confidence, it’s my oral skills. And reading my partner for what’s working and what isn’t.
The way his hardness felt against me tonight was incredible and sexy, and I could definitely get used to seeing him lounge around with a dick print in his sweats, but this cock right here? The one that’s hard and wet and begging to be touched? It’s fucking perfect.
At first, I brush his stiff erection with the pad of my thumb, rubbing up and down and in slow circles. Then, I flick it with my tongue, and his thighs tense up, but not entirely with pleasure. Sharp movements are a no-go. Got it.
Rubbing gentle, soothing circles on his hip bones, I wrap my lips around his dick but don’t suck. Instead, soft strokes of my tongue have him slowly relaxing again, and by the timeI do give him some tentative suction, all I’m met with is a quiet, pleasured sound.
I work him up slow and easy, listening to each little cry that falls from his lips, backing off when they come on too fast or too loud, and eventually those tiny sounds become erratic whines, and his thighs begin to shake as he fights not to clench them around my head.
As soon as his body starts to win out, as the heel of his foot makes contact with my shoulder, I pull away, using his thigh to wipe the spit from my mouth. His eyes are screwed shut, and his lips are pinched closed, abdomen trembling with need.
So fucking beautiful.
“Matty,” I whisper, and his eyes spring open, seeking me out. “We’re gonna need those condoms.”
Because I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard for another person in my entire life. It feels like I’m dangling off the edge of a cliff, like the lightest touch could set me off, and I haven’t even gotten out of my jeans yet.
Matty is quick to remedy both of our problems, jumping up and reaching under the bed for where he keeps his box. He pulls out a strip of condoms and tosses them on the bed, and when I throw him an imploring look, he blushes beet red and rolls his eyes.
“Maybe I was feeling optimistic and stocked up. Don’t look at me like that.”
I’m not sure how he thinks I’m looking at him, but it’s nothing short of raging desire.
Even with that embarrassed scowl, he comes over and drags me onto the bed with him, fingers working deftly at my button and zipper until he can shove the offensive material away. When his hand wraps around my aching, angry cock, a deep, gravely moan rumbles from his throat.
Skipping the underwear was a brilliant idea.
“You are going to fuck me into this mattress,” he says pointedly under his breath. “You are going to fuck me so hard that I can’t scream no matter how much I want to. Understand? I need this, Lee. I need you to own me.”
My vision goes white at the visceral need in his words, and I snatch up one of the condoms and hand it to him. He rips it open, rolling it down my length in one quick motion and following it up with several slow pumps.
“Fuck, you are going to make this end far too quickly.”
Matty’s grin returns, grip tightening as he strokes me faster. “You won’t come until I’m ready.” He scrapes his teeth along the stubble on my jaw. “But you’re welcome to try.”
He pumps my cock until I roll my hips into his hand, and then he backs away, stealing a kiss, and positions himself on his hands and knees.
How am I supposed to think straight when he puts his ass in my face like that?
“You play dirty, you know that?” I groan, and he just chuckles, grabbing a pillow to wrap his arms around. “You’re serious about making you scream?”
Matty drops down onto his elbows and wiggles his ass. “I’m vocal, and I like rough sex.” When I hesitate, he smiles and lays his cheek on the pillow. “You can do me soft, too. Call it aftercare. I’m not always this needy. You just riled me up real good.”
I settle onto my knees behind him, shirt tossed off to meet the rest of our clothes, and stroke along the swell of his ass.
“I like the needy side of you.” My gaze catches on a bottle of lube near the strip of condoms, anddear godit’s been so long since I’ve fucked anything but my own hand that I forgot all about prep. “Do you need to be stretched?”
He shakes his head into the pillow. “I use my toys an embarrassing amount. I’ll accommodate.”
