Page 85 of Roleplay at Randy's
Where I expect him to have them screwed shut, Elias’ eyes are wide and reverent, watching me with flushed cheeks and a heaving chest. His cock is flagging but still twitching with interest, and I drag my tongue slowly up the underside, popping the head into my mouth until a flood of precum hits my tongue.
“Matty.” His voice is pleading, raw and wrapped in desire.
“I’ve got you. You’re doing so good for me.”
He shakes his head, letting out a shuddered breath. “Kiss me, please.”
“I’ve been eating literal ass, babe.”
A desperate chuckle passes his lips. “I don’t care. I need you, Matty.”
It hits me that he hasn’t called me Princess or sweetheart since we started. It’s been my name. Nothing but my name on repeat.
The intimacy of it seeps deep inside my bones.
I crawl up his body without preamble, descending on his mouth with a quiet hunger. He arches for more, something deeper, but instead of my tongue, I give him a second finger.His hiss of pain turns into a groan that I swallow, running a hand up one of his bound arms to lace our fingers together.
He takes the stretch without complaint, but when I work in a third, his teeth catch on my bottom lip.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’ve never—” His words cut off with a wince, and I squeeze his hand tightly until the finger is buried inside him. “Please let me touch you now. I need to hold you.”
One more kiss and I drop my head to his chest, listening to his labored breathing in my ear. Untangling our hands, I untie the knot around his wrists.
Arms come around me in an instant, at the same time that I slip my fingers free of his hot, constricting hole, and he gasps before pulling my face back to his.
We kiss leisurely, his hands stroking along my back, mine pumping his cock between us. Once he seems sufficiently sated, I ease away with a teasing grin.
“Are you ready for my dick, Elias?”
I slide his hard, hot length along my dick, up and down until we’re both moaning and rocking into each other, but I only let us enjoy it for a second before climbing off and grabbing the items that I need.
Elias’ eyes are on me the whole time I’m situating the dildo into the harness, as I slide the jock on and move to make sure it’s comfortable. It’s strange to look down and see it jutting out, and I’m suddenly really glad that it’s phallic shaped but not realistic. The last thing I need is a sudden hit of dysphoria right when I’m about to fuck the man I love into the mattress.
Priorities.
“I’m going to need you to breathe with me. When you feel me start to push in, bear down. Keep doing that until I tell you it’s enough, alright? If you need a break or want me to stop, just tell me. No shame if you end up not being into it.”
I love the way that he smiles so adoringly while I place my knees on the bed between his thighs. “It’ll feel better for you if we flip you around.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll take a little extra pain to have you in arms reach.”
I am going to melt into a puddle of gooey sweetness.
Those three little words burn the tip of my tongue, but I cover them with Elias’ mouth.
Now comes the moment where we’re both out of our element. “Deep breath, Lee,” I remind him, coating the dildo with enough lube to drown a horse and positioning it against his hole.
It’s slow—so fucking slow—getting started. Once the bulbous head is finally swallowed by the tight muscle, I place a hand on his stomach and still my hips. His breaths are sharp, and his eyes are actually closed this time.
“Good boy,” I whisper, stroking my fingers through his treasure trail. “Want me deeper?”
Even though his brows are pinched, he nods, fisting his hands in the sheets. I sink in another inch, and the air whooshes out of him. When I stop this time, he grapples for my waist and jerks me forward—the whole dick slamming in with a force that grinds my t-dick into the ridges on the inside.
Pleasure zips up my spine, and we moan in time with one another.
“I was trying to be considerate.”
Despite the sweat dripping down his face and neck, Elias’ grin makes his dick-taking seem effortless. I know it isn’t, though, by the tensing of his thighs under my hands.
