A shiver traveled through my body when he called me that. “That’s right.”
I finally slid home and hard. Greyson’s back arched, and he threw back his head. “Yes!”
I did that a few more times before I picked up speed and thrust harder. Fuck, he felt good. His hole perfectly wrapped around me. I bet he'd feel as good inside me, too. And I had plans for that, as well, if he wanted. Maybe he preferred me to fuck him.
My body quickly grew sweaty from the humidity, arousal, and exertion. When I got closer to coming, the pressure burning around my groin, I slid my hand along his back and around his throat. I clenched it and forced him up while my other hand grabbed the back of his head as I pounded upward into him. “You like that?” I grunted into his ear.
“Yes…”
“You want me owning you like this? Doing whatever I want?”
“Please.”
He reached behind him and grabbed my ass, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh hard enough to leave bruises. His other arm grasped my forearm, which was holding his throat. Both of my hands tightened around him, and I felt him swallow.
“God… hurry. I’m going to come, Mr. Hayes, sir.”
“Don’t you dare,” I rasped. “Don’t you dare come. That’s mine. I own your cock and your cum.”
His only response was a whimpering complaint, but he held it together. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our hair grew damp. He was the sexiest man I’d ever had. All the others were as controlling as I was. Demanding and refusing to yield tomy needs. Greyson easily molded to my demanding hands. He was absolutely perfect with his little cries and grunts, trying so desperately to please me while keeping himself from coming. Fuck, I wanted him over and over. So beautiful.
“You’re so perfect, baby.”
“Please, Xan…”
“What did you call me?” I pulled out and hovered the tip of my cock right at his entrance. He huffed a complaint but answered me.
“Please, Mr. Hayes, sir. I need…”
“I know exactly what you need.”
Fuck.Every time we did this, I was going to have him call me ‘Mr. Hayes, sir.’
My balls tightened, and the pressure around my groin and down my spine was nearly unbearable, so I finally let go of him and shoved his body back onto the table. Then I grabbed his hips and slammed into him over and over and… I saw stars behind my rolled-back eyes. My toes curled as I exploded over and over into the condom. And wave after wave of shudders and aftershocks traveled through my body. Fuck, I couldn’t remember when I’d come this hard, if ever. It was all because of the gorgeous man underneath me.
“Mr. Hayes, sir… I’m dying!”
I snorted a tired laugh and slipped out of him. I yanked off the condom, tied it, and dropped it on the ground before I sat him up, turned him around, and dropped to my knees on the hard ground. His cock was angry red and leaking from the tip, dripping down like honey.
My mouth was hungry for his taste, and I salivated. When I swallowed him nearly to the root, working through my gag reflex, he cried out, and his hands rushed to my head, grabbing handfuls of my hair.
“Oh, god… your mouth… so good.”
“Use me,” I said.
And he did. He thrust into my mouth as I breathed through the gag, hollowing out my cheeks. I loved his scent of musk and arousal as he filled my senses, along with the bitter taste of his pre-cum.
It didn’t take long before he shot down my throat. I had to swallow what he gave me quickly, and it was a lot. His cum had a slightly sweet aftertaste, which I loved. I knew he’d taste delicious.
“I’m dead. You’ve killed me. Better call the coroner.”
I stood and chuckled, grabbing his blissed-out face, flushed red and covered in a sheen of sweat. Then I shoved my tongue into his mouth so he would know how good he tasted to me. When we came up for air, I pulled him into a hug, needing to hold him for a while and feel his heated body against mine. We stood like that for several minutes before prying ourselves apart.
“Best sex ever,” he said, while his face turned crimson. So damn cute.
“It was.”
He looked at me shyly. “You don’t have to tell me that. I’m… pretty vanilla.”