Page 3 of Testing the Goalie

He stays at my chest for who knows how long, licking, sucking, and biting. Ian is taking his time with my body, even though I’m desperate for him to fuck me or even just suck me already. But something tells me if I try to force him to hurry, he’ll only slow his pace even more, which is the exact opposite of what I want to happen, so I call on all the patience I have, letting him have his way with me.

I’ve been told orgasms are stronger the longer you have to wait, but I’ve never tested the theory. I guess I’m going to find out today if it’s true.

I’m not sure how long has passed when Ian finally drops to his knees, tracing my abs with his tongue, as he promised earlier. His mouth is close to where I want it but too fucking far away at the same time. My patience is dwindling at a rapid speed, and I thrust my hips forward, desperate for him to grab my cock already.

Ian clicks his tongue. “Do you need me to slow down some more?” he questions.

I shake my head quickly, rubbing the back of it against the wall as I do. “I need you to touch me already,” I plead.

When I cast my eyes down at him, he has that devilish smile on his face once again. “I am touching you, baby,” he replies, running his hands up and down my outer thighs. He then glides his tongue along the waistband of my Speedo. “What more do you need?”

“I need to be naked with your mouth on my cock,” I demand.

He runs his nose along my throbbing cock, over the thin swim fabric. “But I’m having too much fun how we are right now,” he explains. “Are you sure you want this to be over with already? I promise if you keep letting me set the pace, this will be the best sexual experience of your life.”

I want to argue, but I’m also curious to see what he means. I’m not normally submissive in the bedroom. I am more of a bossy bottom who likes to be in control while still getting my insides rearranged, but for some reason, the idea of giving up that power to Ian is intriguing.

“Okay,” I whisper, taking a deep, shaky inhale.

“Good boy,” he praises. The words make my cock jolt, pushing the material of my swimsuit forward which has Ian grinning. “Somebody likes to be praised.”

I was unaware I had a thing for praise until this moment. No one has called me a good boy before, but his words triggered something inside me. Now, I’m desperate to be the best boy for him. However, I’m sure I’ll return to my bratty ways soon enough.

“I’m going to free your cock now, but I want you to stay statue still,” he instructs, his fingers digging into my waistband. “Can you do that for me?” I nod, but Ian clicks his tongue again. “Words, baby.”

“I can be still,” I assure him. “I’ll be a good boy.”

This might be my first time giving up control in a situation like this, but I’m determined to give it my all. I want to explore this new side of myself I’m just now discovering, and Ian seems like the perfect man to do that with.

He hums his praise. “Yes, you will be because you’re eager to please me, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” I pause, then try a word that’s on the tip of my tongue since he called me a good boy and very clearly is a dominant kind of man. “… Daddy.” Once the word falls past my lips, I hold my breath, praying I made the right call and not jumping the gun using a title like that. Honestly, I’m not even sure why that word popped into my head. It just did, and it felt right. Now, I have to pray Ian likes it as much.

He growls low in his throat, sending chills of desire to course through my veins. Fuck, how do I get him to make that sound again?

“That word sounds fucking perfect from your mouth,” he tells me, easing all my worries. “I can’t wait to hear you scream it when I’m balls deep inside you.”

In a fluid motion, Ian rids me of my Speedo, finally allowing my cock some freedom. As the material slips down my legs, I kick out of it and my sandals at the same time.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, trailing his tongue from my balls to my tip, swirling it around the crown when he gets to the head.

It takes all my strength to stay still, but I don’t want to disobey Ian.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructs, staring intently into mine.

“Yes, D-d-daddy,” I whisper, trying the word for a second time and noticing how it causes a spark of lust-filled desire to light his eyes.

I’ve never called a man Daddy before today, but I’ll admit I’m more than enjoying this exchange with Ian.

“Daddy’s going to suck your needy cock, but you are not allowed to come, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I repeat.

The title still feels foreign on my tongue, but not unwanted. It’s turning me on more than I ever would have thought possible. Who knew I’d enjoy being submissive and had a praise and Daddy kink? I wasn’t expecting to learn so much about myself during this trip, but I’m not complaining.

“Good boy,” he murmurs, taking my throbbing erection into his warm, wet mouth.

“Shit,” I gasp out, gripping his head with both my hands.

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