I pull his ass cheeks apart, see the tight pink hole that we're both dying for me to use. "Oh fuck," I tell him, before rubbing my thumb over his rim. "I feel like I could split you apart." He thrusts against the bed in response, moving his ass like it's begging for more.
"I know. My hole is the stuff dreams are made of. Much like your cock. Maybe they should meet," Derek says and I can't help but laugh again.
"Jesus, you're fun," falls out of my mouth and his body stills. Out of all the things I could say to him, I don't know why that gets to him so much. "You don't want to be fun for Daddy?" I ask, before sucking my finger into my mouth and then pushing it into his hole. He goes lax at that, as though it was just what he needed.
"I'm all kinds of fun. Everyone says so … oh fuck." He grits the last part out as I fuck him with my finger. Feel his ass, so damn hot and tight I tremble.
"No, no. I don't share well, remember. No one else is in this room but us." I play with his hole a moment, watch my finger push in, slide out. My dick's leaking, fucking begging for a chance at him. "Say it. Say there's no one who matters right now but us."
Derek's hands fist in the blanket as he rides the edge of the bed.
"I'm waiting."
"There's no one who matters right now but us … "
"Good boy," I tell him and he looks at me over his shoulder, grinning, his eyes blazed with lust and I realize he wants that, wants to feel like my good boy. The realization makes my pulse speed up and an unfamiliar tightness forms in my chest.
"If I'm so good, give me your dick. I need it," he says, lust in his rough voice.
"I need you too." Him, not it.
I grab the condom and suit up, rub lube on my dick and then his eager little hole. I lift him farther up on the bed, and he goes easily. He's still lying on his stomach, and I kneel on the bed, straddle his thighs, trace his crease with my finger, spread his cheeks, and then watch as my cock stretches Derek's tight hole.
"Oh fuck. Jesus, this is sexy," I say as my dick slides deeper between his firm cheeks.
"God, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuuuck," Derek drags out.
"What do you want, Little Hurricane?" I ask him.
"For you to fuck me. Please, Daddy, fuck me hard."
So I do. I pull almost all the way out before slamming forward again. Each time I rail into him, I watch his body stretch to accommodate me. Christ, I could do this all day, feel that tight, hot heat around my dick. Could spend weeks just touching him.
I take him harder, faster, take in the sight of his body as he moves up the bed with each thrust.
"Yes … give it to me. I want it, Jackson."
I trace my fingers down his spine, grab his slender waist in my larger hands, and keep fucking.
"Com'ere," I say before pulling out. He whimpers in response like I'm leaving him. Like he needs my dick in his ass to sustain him. "I'm not going anywhere," I add. "Just want to look at you."
I stand and lift him. Derek's arms wrap around my neck. When his legs make their way around my waist, I move to the wall, using it for support as I hold him with one hand and use the other to line my dick up with his hole again. When I pull him away from the wall, he sinks down, taking me like a fucking champ.
"Jesus, this ass. I'm not going to get enough of it. So fucking good at working my cock."
"I know I'm good." Derek winks at me. He's light, so easy to carry and move at my will. I wrap my arms under his, lifting him so he can ride my dick. His feet dig into my ass, giving him leverage to work with me. I slam into him hard. He whimpers and groans and curses and begs. All of it amps me up more, and Jesus, all I want is to let loose inside of him.
"Yes. Right there. Fuck, Jackson, right there."
"Daddy hitting your spot?" I ask him and then rub my beard against his smooth face.
He doesn't answer, just keeps riding me. My balls are aching. His impressive cock is leaking between us.
When I look up, I notice the curtains are open. Oh fuck. "We're likely giving your neighbors a show. Let me get that."
"It's part of the fun," he winks at me and damned if it doesn't amp me up even more. I've never done this, fucked when I knew someone could be watching. Part of me wants to hide him away, doesn't want anyone else to see him, but there's a part of me, the part that's been hidden for too long, that wants to show them how fucking good we are together.
But not him … I realize. I don't ever want him to feel used, because I think too many people have done that to him. Made him feel like he's nothing but a hole and he's so much more than that. "No one gets to see my boy." I move to the wall, pull out and set Derek on his feet.