Page 89 of The Moon Also Rises
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replies on a ragged, shallow exhale.
“Good boy,” I say and I cup his face again and keep my hand there while I shift so I can press the head of his dick against me.
I am expecting it to hurt. I’m expecting to feel the hot ache that I know will pass, and I have to be honest and say half of the role I’m playing is so that I can focus on something else other than the trepidation about that which has been running through my veins since Jake told me what he wanted to do. By being stern and demanding for Jake, and seeing the instant, heady effect this has on him, it has eased a lot of the nervous excitement I feel about being with a man in this way again after a long, long time.
But what I don’t expect, what I am not prepared for is howgoodit feels as Jake’s dick slides inside me and I slowly, tentatively come to sit down on him. It’s not just the fullness and the pressure in exactly the right spot, it’s the connection, the intimacy, the way Jake is inside me, and my body is welcoming him, squeezing him, holding him. It’s the way we are connected.
“Fuck, yes,” I say in a whisper as I rock a little on my knees.
Jake makes no noise but looks just as blissed out as I feel, his head tilted back and slightly to the side. I watch his throat work through a deep swallow.
“You feel—” he begins.
“So good,” I finish for him.
After a few more moments adjusting, where I just look down into Jake’s eyes and smile, I start to move. His eyelids fall and he pulls his lips into his mouth.
“Watch me,” I say suddenly desperate to not have him drift away from me again.
Like the good boy he is, he obeys me, first holding my gaze, but eventually lowering his eyes so they watch how my hands are placed on his chest, and how I push myself up and down on top of him. Finally, his stare is on my cock, and he licks his lips again.
“Why do you have to have the most perfect penis in the whole goddamn world?” he asks but he looks anything but angry about it.
“Touch me,” I say and I mean my dick but it’s not a disappointment at all when he rests his hands on my thighs, sliding them up and down in the same rhythm I use to ride his cock.
“Yes,” I gasp out, feeling tingles from the way his dick presses against my prostate, feeling sparkles from the way his hands flicker over my legs.
“This is better than I thought it would be,” Jake says and the way he pulls in a deep breath at the end of that sentence makes me wonder if he even meant to say it. This is somewhat confirmed when his tone of voice changes. “Your cock, I mean. It’s so pretty. I love watching it bounce.”
There’s something about this censoring of himself and his showmanship in paying me a compliment that irritates me and I know it’s time.
I pull off Jake and lie down on the bed next to him, for a moment we’re side by side, both a little breathless, and his confused eyes staring at me.
“What are you—“
“It’s time for you to fuck me, Jake. Are you going to give me what I want?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” I lean over and take his mouth.
We keep kissing as he turns and climbs on top of me. I lift my legs up at the same time he reaches down and plays with my dick, stroking it with a firm grip, then his hand drops and he slides a finger over my hole. I grunt into his mouth. He circles it again and again, before he then cups my balls, applying the faintest pressure when I hiss again. The need to have him filling me up again is too great to ignore for a second longer.
“Fuck me,” I say with his bottom lip between my teeth. “Now.”
He pulls up on his knees and looks down. “Rami, I—”
But he doesn’t finish, and I am too desperate to feel him again that I don’t even ask what he was about to say. Instead, I prop my head up with pillows, lift my knees up higher and use a hand to fist my dick.
Jake takes his time sliding in, and his eyes dance around my body as he does as if he’s not sure where he should look.
“You fill me up so good,” I say deliberately, wanting to encourage him again to stay with me, to stay in the room.
