Page 48 of Slay the Gay Away, Daddy

“Jesus, Dare,” I rasp.

“Love you,” he whispers, journeying lower with his lips. It’s clear where he’s heading, so I pull back the blanket, revealing my aching prick. There’s pre-cum pouring from the tip, getting his fingers nice and slick. When he reaches my pubes, he presses his nose right against me, inhaling deeply, devouring my scent. God, Darren has no right to look this sexy.

When he reaches my cock, he gently swipes his tongue across the flesh. Another lick, but this time he begins at the base and works his way up, making my cock look massive. Even once it’s done and he has his hand wrapped around it, a good portion of my shaft is untouched. He stares hungrily at it, and with the hand not holding onto me, he curls his fingers around his little cock, stroking slowly.

“Darren,” I say, my voice firm. When he looks up at me, he seems dazed. “Put yours against mine. I want to see who is bigger.”

His foggy haze lifts, and left in its place is judgment and a scowl. “It’s blatantly obvious that you have the bigger penis. Why the hell do we need to compare them?”

“Do it,” I insist, and when my cock throbs in his hand, his eyes widen.

“You like this, don’t you?” His hand slides slowly up my shaft, grip intensifying when he reaches the head, milking a bead of pre-cum from the slit. He leans down and licks it away, eyes locked on mine. “Being so much bigger than me.”

A growl rattles in my throat, and I surprise us both when I add, “Right now, Darren. I won’t ask you again.”

With rosy cheeks, he positions himself against me, his little cock dwarfed by my third leg. Okay, maybe third leg is a little generous, but compared to his, it feels accurate. His dick is half the size of mine, and I reach down, wrapping my hand around both, slowly stroking up and down.

“I think it’s pretty clear,” Dare finally says, removing his hand from our shafts, breaking contact. I kind of want to demand he put his hand back so we’re connected, but he taps my thigh and smiles. “Legs to your chest.” I lift them, just like he asked, because the proud smile he gives me makes me want to follow any order he gives me. With my thighs against my chest, my entire crack is on display, and he’s staring at it with wide, hungry eyes. “You don’t know how many times I’ve stroked myself thinking about this.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. I’m guessing the way I’ve left him speechless means reality is just as good as his fantasy. He swipes a finger slowly up my crack, then circles my entrance, ripping a low, throaty moan out of me. His fingers are coated in pre-cum, and when he applies pressure with one, it slides right in. I don’t know what the heck he’s doing in there, but his finger hits something that leaves me seeing stars on the ceiling. I moan again, louder this time, ignoring the sound of Mal screaming, “Knock it off,” from her room beneath ours.

Ours.

God. That’s what it feels like, doesn’t it? Like this small space belongs to us. Like it’s always been his, becauseI’vealways been his. Because I have. Maybe not the same way I belong to him now, but I still belonged. Darren Matthews is the only place I’ve ever belonged.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, my breath hitching as the f-word leaves me. It feels good to say. Naughty, almost. Like Dare might pull me over his knee and spank me black and blue. Is it kind of weird that I want to let him? What we’re doing now—changing the power dynamic between us by my sweet surrender—makes me realize why he enjoys the way I take care of him. Lying in our bed, offering myself to him, trusting him with this monumental moment, makes me feel safe. It makes me feel loved. “Please? I need you.”

His breathing is ragged as he stares down at my hole. “We’ll get there. There’s something I need to do first.”

“What?”

He licks his lips. “I’m going to eat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you.” My heart races. The thought of Dare going downstairs, tasting an area that’s never been tasted, makes my cock surge, and it isn’t lost on him. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to get you nice and wet, and then you’re going to ride my cock.” He leans closer, his tongue extended, and then, connection. He starts at the peak of my valley, right above my ass. As he drags it forward, it feels like a broken seatbelt hanging out the door, sparking bigger and brighter the longer it drags against pavement. He’s got one hand on my stomach, reaching desperately for mine. Once I weave our fingers, it’s like he’s been given the kiss of life, because his tongue works overtime on my entrance, circling and probing like it’s trying to get in there. Oh, God. He wants to fuck me with his tongue. Just the thought is enough to push me over, and as I feel release nearing, my eyes bulge. He’s not even touching it.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, just as surprised as Darren when he looks up.

“What? Fuck. Miles, no, we only just—”

I should be cringing because he’s going to think I’m a one-pump chump, but I’m not. I’m so rocked with pleasure, I canbarely see straight. With my free hand. I curl my fingers around my cock and aim it at his face. “Oh, God, Dare. Here it comes!” One moment he’s staring at me with confusion and amazement slathered across his face, and the next, my cum drenches him, leaving almost no skin untouched. Christ. I’ve never come so hard in all my life, and it isn’t stopping. I must shoot at least ten jets right at him. He isn’t pushing me away, he’s smiling. My good boy. My sweet boy, wearing Daddy’s load.

As my orgasm wanes, I lie back, reveling in the afterglow. He must think we’re done here, because he moves a few inches back. I’m not done. We’re just getting started. To get the point across, I lift my knees to my chest again, offering myself to him.

“Fuck me, Dare. I still want it.”

His knees wobble, and I worry he’s about to topple to the floor, but he steadies himself. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Nodding, he drags a hand down his cum-drenched face, collecting every drop. My dick roars to life as he spreads my cooling cum all over his little cock. Once he’s nice and slick, he collects the last bit of cum from his cheek and coats his finger with it. Pressing against my entrance, he slides in with ease, making me moan. He fingers me for a while, eventually adding a second to the mix, scissoring me open.

“Please,” I whine in a voice I’ve never heard before. “Dare-bear, please.”

“Look at you,” he rasps, staring down at me like I’m a cheap whore. Good. I’ll be his Whore of Babylon any day. “You’re fucking aching for it, aren’t you.”

“God, yes,” I cry, arching into his touch, bearing down to take his fingers deeper. He must know how much I need it, because my boy gives me a smile as he inches forward, angling his cock at my hole.

“I’m negative,” he says, but he doesn’t need to say it, because Dare would tell me if we had any need for protection. I trust him with my life.

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