Page 27 of The Contract

He collapses as his orgasm fades. I hold him up. I’m not ready to pull out. I’m still straining against him. My pelvis is flush against his plush ass. Fuck, it’s good.

He makes a sharp sound when I finally pull out. I keep an arm hooked around him as I reach for one of the chairs I pushed aside. I help him onto it. He pitches forward, curling against the counter. I stroke his hair until he stops shuddering. My cum is leaking from his ass onto the black metal of the chair. My cock stirs at the sight.

If I keep looking at that, I’ll be hard again, so I leave him there as I limp around the island. I go back to work on the sandwiches. I have to find a new knife. I make two ham sandwiches then go to sit beside him. He stares at the plate I put in front of him.

For a second, uncertainty squirms unwelcomely inside me. I’m not good at this part. After.

But he needs to eat. I try to set a good example by taking a bite of my sandwich. He glares at me. It reminds me that he still hasn’t answered my question, but I’ll let it go for a minute if he’ll eat.

When he takes a shuddering breath, I wonder if he’s going to cry. He doesn’t. He picks up the sandwich and starts eating.

He only makes it halfway through before he sets it on the plate. He plants his elbows on the counter and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes.

“Tristan.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

The resurgence of his anger surprises me. I thought he would relax after sex but apparently not.

Then I realize he’s hard again. My dick plumps at the sight. I set down my sandwich. I scoot my chair closer to his. I watch his cock stiffen further under my gaze. He shifts on the stool. The movement makes more of my cum leak from his ass.

He jumps at the brush of my fingers as I dab at the puddle. Fucking beautiful.

He’s still leaning forward, so I’m able to finger his hole. He tightens, but I just massage until his sounds of protest shift into little moans.

So much blood is rushing to my cock that I’m dizzied. My abs clench. I’m breathing hard. I need inside that hole.

When I grab him off the chair, he flails. His leg smacks into my wound. The pain bursts blindingly, but I’m used to it, so I manage to get settled on my chair again. I get Tristan on my lap, facing me.

His hands are on my chest, nails digging in. His eyes are burning angrily into mine.

God, he is perfect. I thought he was, but I wasn’t sure until tonight. There was a chance that first fuck would shatter him—or turn him soft and submissive. Either would have disappointed me.

“Why are you smiling?” he asks, scowling.

“I’m happy.”

“You’re insane.”

“They’re not mutually exclusive.”

His nails dig in harder. He still wants to hurt me. My cock throbs. I tug him closer until the underside of his dick is flush against mine. His cock is very pretty. Good length, good girth, so straight. Mine looks big and brutal next to his. He took a lot of cock for his first time.

He’s staring down at our dicks. I hope he remembers not to touch me. I don’t react well. I knead his ass.

“Put your feet on the rungs,” I tell him. “Lift up.”

He looks pissed off, but he does it. I grab my dick and hold it ready. Tristan hesitates. The flared tip of his dick is near my face. I almost want to lick it, but that’s not something I do.

“It won’t hurt this time,” I tell him. “Come on. You’ll feel better when you’re on my dick.”

He likes my words. He lowers, gasping when the head of my cock presses against his hole. The tight ring of muscle yields more easily this time.

His head is bowed forward. This is hard for him, showing that he wants it. He keeps sinking onto my dick. I let him take his time. I pushed him past his boundaries with that first fuck. It’s important that he recognize that his boundaries are now in a different place. Of course, I’ll just push them again. He still has no idea of everything his body can do for him.

He settles against me, his ass flush against my pelvis, my cock fully inside him. He’s trembling from the sensations. His eyes are closed. I love watching him learning about his owndesires. That distraction is enough to keep me still, even though my body is roaring. The hot grip on my cock is sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I’ll soon switch this and dominate him, but I want a moment of this first.

I wrap my hand around his cock and use my thumb to massage the underside of his tip. A shudder wracks him. Precum pulses from his slit.

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