Page 37 of Saint
The thought of that makes me flip him over, growling as I spread his legs, pushing his knees up to his chest. Noah watches me as I line my cock up to his hole, press his star. He pushes out, and I slip in past the first ring of muscle. His eyes narrow, and a tightness in his jaw makes me stop, holding still until he relaxes again. He nods, and I push a little deeper.
He gasps. “Fuck, you’re huge,” he pants, his hips swaying a little, and I slip in even more.
“You’re so tight, tighter than I’ve ever had,” I say as I grit my teeth to stop from plunging deep inside.
“I’m good to go, but slowly.” He nods, licking over his bottom lip. I kiss him, tugging on the plump flesh as my hips roll, my dick sinking deeper. I don’t stop, keeping it slow and controlled, until I’m buried to the hilt. I let go of his lip to moan.
“That’s so good, but you need to move now.” He grins and wriggles his hips again.
“You asked for it, boy.” I lose myself in the sparkle his of his bright blue eyes as I pump in and out of his hot, tight channel. Every ripple of his muscles has me fighting to control my rhythm and not just fuck him hard into the mattress. To fuck him the way I would any sub, the way I’d have him screaming for release, for more, for it to never end. I graze over his prostate, making him gasp, his legs wrapping around my waist, and I stop worrying about him and give him everything I have.
“I’m close. I’m gonna come.” Noah’s voice is high, desperate with need.
I’m not going to last much longer, my perfect control seems to slip with him, so with a growl and a sharp nip to his earlobe, I give him the command. “Come.”
Noah howls, his head back, his arms around my neck. It’s a beautiful sight, but the pressure of his muscles as they grip my cock so tightly, pulsing greedily, milking my cock, he has my own release firing through my balls and out of my cock into the only man I ever want to fuck again.
Our stomachs are sticky with the ropes of cum that sprayed copiously between us. Noah’s legs and arms collapse to the side. Kneeling between his splayed legs, my dick still pulsing inside him, as if it never wants to leave, I run my fingers through the mess, scooping some up to my mouth as I suck the spunk. He copies me, and leaning over him, I kiss him, and we swap the cum between us. It’s hot and dirty and full of promise for the future. We’re going to have the best time as he learns more and more of the ways I can make him come.
“You okay?” I ask as my dick slips free, bringing a trail of cum with it. When I look at his hole, it’s red and gaping, begging for more. As two fingers slide inside him, he gasps, surprise soon morphs into pleasure as I tease his gland. His slack jaw and hooded eyes give away how much he’s loving this. “Such a dirty slut. Your ass is full of my cum, and still, you want more. You’re going to be begging me again in a minute, boy. Your filthy hole is greedy, sucking my fingers inside you. I’ll have you taking my fist soon.”
The dirty words have his cock stiffening, and I know I can get another orgasm out of him. My dick is more than willing to pound him. “What will you be like when you’re strapped to a bench and everyone can see you taking my cock, my tongue, my fingers in your slutty hole.”
“Fuck, yes. I want that. I want it all,” he begs, his eyes locked on mine. “I want your cum, your spit, your piss on me.”
“My perfect, perfect little cock whore.” I pick up speed, my fingers fucking him hard until I can see his balls draw up inside him. I pull free, and he cries out, shaking his head, wanting more. I need him again and flip him over onto his front. “Get up, get on your hands and knees.”
Without any hesitation, he’s in position, and I slam my dick inside him. As turned on and horny as he is, it is still a tight fit, but his body yields to me easily. My fingers will leave bruises, but they’ll only be the first of many I mark him with. Noah rocks back, fucking himself, crying out as he chases his orgasm. I pull him up, his back against my chest and bite on his neck, bruising the skin. The pain makes him shudder. “Do you think I should let you come this time? Do you deserve another load in your body? You seem to be taking over, boy.”
“Yes, I want your load, Sir.” His head twists to capture my lips.
I pull out and drop him back down, rolling him onto his back. He spreads his legs, but instead, I shift up his body, straddling his chest. “I think I’ll come on your face. When we’re at the club, I’ll do this and make you wear it all night, everyone will see what a slut you are.”
His eyes darken, there doesn’t seem to be any limits of what he will let me do to him. “Yes, Sir.”
I fist my cock, working my length rapidly. It’s not going to take me long to come again. “Open your mouth.” I cover his face and mouth with my release, his tongue chasing every splash he can reach.
I move down his body and suck his dick into my mouth, the muscle pulses on my tongue, and as I draw him into mythroat I swallow. Game over. He pours his load, and I swallow every drop.
This time, I flop next to him, turning my head to look at him. He hasn’t even bothered to wipe the mess on his face away. “I think we should shower.”
Under the hot water, Noah leans against me, his arms around my waist, and presses a kiss to my chest. “That was incredible. Better than I ever imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot of things. Was it good for you?”
“I have never enjoyed myself so much. You’re wonderful.” I take my time washing him, soaping him gently between his legs. “How sore are you?” I ask as my fingers trace over his pucker.
He chuckles. “I’m glad we’re not working tomorrow. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to sit for. Totally worth it, though. There are no complaints from me. Are we going to the club tomorrow?”
“That was the idea, but it was before this. I hadn’t planned this with you tonight.” I switch off the shower and step out to get the towels. “This was an unexpected pleasure.”
I hold out the towel, shaking my head when he tries to take it from me. “This is part of my job, a part I like very much. Let me spoil you.”
When we’re dry and back in the bedroom, Noah picks up his clothes and slowly dresses. He’s gone quiet. I pull on some sweats and a hoodie, watching to see what he does next.
“Um, I guess I’ll be going home.” He scratches the back of his still damp hair, looking uncomfortable.
“What? No way, I don’t think so. We’ve had an intense evening, shared an amazing experience. You’re my boyfriend, Noah, and I want you to stay. Stay the night with me.”
Relief floods thorough me. After everything we’ve just done, I’ve realised that regardless of not being in a scene or a lesson, Saint is and always will be a Dom. He can’t turn that off any more than I can stop submitting. My arse is tender, but I like it. I knew he’d be amazing, that he knew exactly what he was doing, but it was so much more.
