Page 16 of Drag Me Up

I really need to figure out their pronouns…

“Mr. Pierce is here again,” the valet exclaims, jumping up and racing for the front door. The person who exits the stylish Mini Cooper is none other than my cutie. Mr. Pierce, huh?

“Good evening, Mr. Pierce,” the concierge says as he strides into the lobby, but the woman is ignored completely. My cutie grabs my wrist and pulls me intothe elevator and begins to show me just how much I wasn’t misreading his signals at the bar.

When something spooks him, I take over. I may have never been with a man before, but I have been with nervous subs before getting together with Sylvia. This cutie is desperate to let go and submit, and I will do whatever it takes to get him there.

I spend the next hour slowly gaining his trust with soft kisses and easy touches. There is a bit of a moment where he starts to tense. Something about his belly button ring upset him. I’m not sure what I said or did, but I resolve to avoid the piercing and get us back on track. When I’m certain he is ready, I remove the rest of his clothing and lift him in my arms to bring us to the bedroom.

It’s been so long since someone has felt sorightin my arms. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it when it came to my sexual partners before. There is something special about him.

My cutie whines when I lay him down on the bed and stand up. I chuckle while I remove my jeans and boxer briefs. I didn’t comment on his, but I might have to admit Syl that I finally understand the appeal of lace for men. They look amazing on him.

I watch as his hungry eyes take in my naked body. There is a wariness to his gaze, but as he licks his lips, I know he is more eager than anything else. Climbing on the bed next to him, I trace the top edge of his pretty panties with my fingertips and lean in for a kiss.

“You know, I should probably knowyour name before we go any further, Cutie,” I murmur against his lips as I slide my hand under the scrap of fabric to feel him. I’m not surprised by the moisture or the fact that his skin is silky smooth around his very erect penis.

The sounds he is making help me to understand that I’m doing everything right for him. I never imagined my mother’s obsession with romance books would help me in real life, but some of her books are turning into a freaking how-to manual for me right now.

“A name, Cutie?”

He shakes his head back and forth on the pillow while I slowly stroke him under his pretties. When he arches his back, lifting his hips off the bed, I pull my hand away with a chuckle. I want to bring him pleasure, but a part of me really wants to truly connect with him first.

My cutie lets out a groan of frustration as he glares at me. Leaning over him, I plant a kiss on his forehead and lay back on my side next to him, propping myself up on one elbow.

“I need a name, a condom, and some lube if you want to go further, Cutie,” I tell him. His glare shifts to a look I can’t identify, but he points to the bedside table without saying anything. Opening the drawer, I see a bottle of lube and an unopened box of condoms. Sitting up to fight with the plastic on the box, I notice the brat in the bed giggling silently.

Seriously, what is this plastic made of? They need to make the condoms out of this stuff. Maybe then there wouldn’t be so many oops babies.

The giggles behind me turn to full laughter when I am forced to get up and grab my keys out of my jeans pocket to cut the plastic away from the box to get to a damn condom. Lifting a strip in triumph, I jump back on the bed, on top of the brat who isn’t even attempting to be contrite for laughing at me. Reaching for his sides, I tickle him until he is breathless and we end up staring at each other’s smiling faces like the sun just broke through the clouds.

“Are you alright with bottoming?” I ask him, running my fingers down to the top of his pretties. “If not, we’ll have to stick to hands or frotting because I don’t think I make a good bottom.”

My cutie smiles like I just told him he could have ice cream for dinner for the rest of the year. Pushing my hand away from his undies, he squirms out of them to reveal he is wearing a plug. My dick goes from being ready to barely holding back. I feel a squirt of precum escape and barely stop myself from thrusting when Cutie swipes those few drops to bring to his mouth.

Groaning, I push his legs wide and settle myself kneeling in between. I slowly remove the plug from his ass, too slowly judging by the looks he throws my way. I get a bit of a thrill making him squirm as I slowly fuck him with his toy before I finally pull it free. I tear open a condom with my teeth and roll it carefully onto my dick. I’m a whisper’s breath away from blowing, but I refuse to give in until I am inside of this amazing creature.

Adding more lube, I line myself up with his hole and wait until I have eye contact.

“I need a name, Cutie.”

Frustration and desperation war in his eyes before his need wins out.

“Call me King.”

I try to ease into him slowly, but King takes matters into his own hands, or legs for that matter. Wrapping his ankles behind my back, he surprises me and pulls me into him with a single thrust. It’s heaven and hell seeing the pain battling the ecstasy on his face. I didn’t want to hurt him, never him. I know I’m not porn star big, but I’m definitely a needs prep type of big.

“Shhh,” I whisper as I run my fingers through his short turquoise hair, letting my nails gently scrape against his scalp. “Let your body get used to me. I don’t want to hurt you, Cutie.”

After a few sniffles on his end, he starts wiggling and I take that as my signal to start slowly rocking in and out of him. Every time he tries to take control and speed us up, I give him a little smack on the hip. Staring into his gorgeous blue eyes, I feel like I’ve met the other half of my soul. Time stops mattering. The only thing that matters is staying forever connected to this person.

It could have been hours or minutes, but when King’s eyes widen in pleasure, I take pride in the way his body arches off the bed and his release coats his chest between us. The rhythmic contractions hugging my dick send me over the edge with him as my whole body tenses. I push my hips into him to get as deep as physically possible.

I never want to separate from this ethereal beauty, and I pray the universe will let me keep him.

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ERIC

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