Finding Eden(55)

“It’s okay,” Danny cut him off, releasing his cock. Paul turned back to see Danny lick his lips, giving him a sultry look that was pure sin. “I wanted to taste. It was good, I enjoyed it…enjoyed you.”

“You did?” Paul raised his eyebrows as a sense of pride washed over him. “I wanna please you. I want it more than anything.”

“Yeah, I want that too,” Danny said, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled at the boxer shorts Paul had forgotten about. He pushed them past his knees until Paul was able to kick them off. “You’ll lemme do whatever I want, right? You won’t complain?”

“No, I’d never complain.” Paul swallowed hard, feeling as if he were being set up for something. The pulse of excitement made his cock attempt to twitch back to life despite the bone-melting orgasm he just had. “Anything you want.”

“Nice.” Danny pushed Paul’s legs far apart, leaving Paul completely exposed and turned-on because of it. He leaned down, dragging his tongue beneath Paul’s balls, making his hips thrust up with the fresh wave of pleasure as Danny whispered against him, “Fuck, but you turn me on.”

Paul wanted to reassure him the feeling was entirely mutual, but he ended up choking back a gasp when Danny did something that made Paul’s entire body stiffen in defensiveness.

Danny lifted his eyes, glaring at him. “Do you have something to complain about?”

Paul knew right then he’d really do anything Danny wanted, no matter how uncouth or deviant. He shook his head quickly, forcing down his natural instinct to pull away. “No.”

“Good.” Danny’s smirk turned devious as he leaned down, licking beneath Paul’s balls before he moved lower. He pushed Paul’s legs farther apart to lick his ass once more, his lips and tongue kissing, nibbling, lapping at the pucker as if it was something he’d been dying to taste for a long time. When Danny spoke again, his breath warm against Paul’s sensitive skin, the hitch in his voice betrayed how much he was enjoying taking advantage of Paul like this. “Now relax, Paul Guy. Just close your eyes and feel. You’ll like this, I promise.”

As if Danny had a direct line to his subconscious, Paul relaxed, his legs falling farther apart as Danny continued to lick his hole, sending shock waves of pleasure radiating through Paul’s entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was just Danny telling him he was supposed to like it, or if it really felt that good. Whatever the reason, Paul gave himself over to the hot, sensual feel of Danny licking his ass. When he did stop the decadent bath, it was only to push his tongue inside Paul, making his insides clench for more and then tormenting him by pulling out to run his tongue over the sensitive skin again.

This was kinky sex at its best, and Paul would have been hard from just the idea of being used and violated by a Master who got off on making him feel so fucking good from something so dirty. The fact it was Danny had Paul reaching down to grip his cock. He stroked it, letting himself enjoy the sensations that washed over him from every hot lick, quivering for more attention than he was getting.

“Christ, I want you to fuck me,” Paul groaned, voicing his thoughts out loud. He liked this, but having Danny on top of him, fucking him, owning him completely, was euphoric in comparison. “But I don’t deserve it. I know I don’t deserve it.”

“No, you really don’t,” Danny agreed. He pulled away from Paul, sucking on two of his fingers. “I should never fuck you again after all this drama.”

“I’m sorry.” Paul’s back bowed when Danny teased his ass with his fingers, pushing them slowly past the tight ring of muscle. He gasped, his eyes rolling back when Danny found the bundle of nerves that set off every pleasure sensor Paul had. Forget the joys of submission; this feeling alone was worth getting fucked for. “God, what do you want?” he panted, willing to do anything to have Danny fuck him. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Danny actually chuckled, leaning forward to take Paul’s cock in his mouth, making his body jerk from the dual pleasure. He sucked him, taking him deeply before he released his cock with a soft pop and said, “You’re quite the slut, aren’t you? A real whore for getting fucked.”

Paul groaned, threading his fingers though his own hair, pulling the strands painfully as he fisted his cock tighter. “Yup,” he agreed, now mindless with Danny not only making him ache, but playing to his submissiveness by talking dirty. The last orgasm was long forgotten as the tight coil of desire made him desperate for release. “Please, Danny Boy, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make all of it up to you, just please fuck me. I need it.”