16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Andy

Jesse tipped my chin up for a kiss, and if he felt as impatient as I did in that moment, he hid it well. He took his time leaning down slowly to take my mouth with his own in a slow, sensual kiss. I relaxed into him as our tongues danced together. The taste of him was intoxicating, and his body underneath me felt so strong.

"I think we should take this inside. I don't want to give the neighbors a show." He motioned at the two-story house behind him.

"Oh." I honestly hadn't noticed that house there, but one of the windows would indeed have a view right into Jesse's backyard. "So I guess no nude sunbathing then."

He let out a little growl that went straight to my cock. "Absolutely no nude sunbathing. No one else gets to see your body but me. Are we clear?"

I bit my bottom lip while I debated how to reply. I had said I wanted a Daddy who was more forceful, and fuck, that tone of his did something to me. Besides, it wasn't like I got naked in public on the regular, so I nodded.

"Words, baby boy. Use your words."

"Yes, we're clear, no public naked times."

"Try again, boy. Yes, who?"

I grinned and debated not saying it, just to see what he would do. But this was new, and I really wanted to see him naked sooner rather than later, so I decided my best option at this point was to give him what he wanted.

"Yes, Daddy, we're clear. No public naked time."

"Good boy," he cooed as he slid his hands down to cup my ass as he stood up, taking me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on. I wasn't a small man, but you wouldn't know it by the way he pulled open the back door and strode down the hall to the bedroom like it was nothing.

When we got to the bedroom, he let go of my ass and let me slide to the floor. Then he grabbed the hem of my shirt and peeled it up over my head, tossing it to the side.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," he said as his eyes ran over my body.

He dropped to his knees and caught the waistband of my shorts and underwear with both his hands, slowly pulling them down my legs. When they were all the way down, he ran his hands back up my legs. "Your thighs are amazing. I noticed that on the camping trip."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah. That and your ass. Step out," he commanded, tugging on the shorts that were now around my ankles. I did as he said, and he tossed them over with my shirt.

He slowly moved his hands up until they rested on my hips and gently maneuvered me backward so I was standing in front of him completely naked.

He gave me all his attention, letting his eyes drift down my body. I'd never had a guy take his time like this, but it wasn't because there was no urgency—it was the complete opposite. The intensity that he watched me with made it obvious how much he wanted me.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful cock?" I shook my head, and he let out a disappointed sigh. "Well, that's a crying shame because you do."

He gripped my hips again, pulling me closer until I stood right in front of him, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. Then he leaned forward, nuzzling my shaft, inhaling my scent. He flicked out his tongue and licked a drop of precum off my tip.

"Hmm, beautiful and tasty."

He wrapped his lips around the head, and I lost all ability to think as the wet heat of his mouth surrounded me, and he began to suck. He moaned around me, and I felt the vibration all the way up my spine. Shit, I wasn't going to last long if he kept that up.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come," I warned, and he rocked back on his heels and pulled off my cock.

"Not yet, you aren't. When you come, I'm gonna be buried balls deep in that tight little ass of yours. Now get on the bed."

I did as he said and then lay there watching as he took his time stripping off his clothes. Then he just stood there, giving me a chance to take in his body, and man, what a body it was. He'd told me he had a personal gym set up in the guest room, but obviously, unlike most everyone I knew, he actually used it.

And his cock. Damn, not only was it a perfect shape, it was also a perfect size, which for me meant big and thick. My mouth watered just thinking about it.

He stalked over to the table beside the bed and opened the drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. Then he looked me right in the eyes. "Do we need to use a condom?"

"Not unless you want to. I've been tested since the last time I was with anyone, and I'm on PrEP."

"Same here. But if we aren't using one, I need to be clear. It's just us, Andy. Do you hear me?"

"I hear you, Jesse." If he was going to call me Andy, I would call him Jesse, and I was guessing the small flash of irritation I saw on his face meant he didn't like it any better than I did. He dropped the condom back in the drawer and then turned to look at me.

"Good boys get orgasms. Bad boys don't. Which are you, slugger?"

"I'm good, in a very bad way, Daddy." I reached down and stroked my cock slowly. "Want me to show you?"

"What I want is for you to take your hand off my new toy." He glared at me, and between the look and the commanding tone in his voice, I froze for a second before letting go of my shaft.

"Good boy, now pull your legs up and let me see my new hole."

I bit back a moan and pulled my legs back for him. I wouldn't have thought I would like him claiming ownership of my cock and my hole, but to my surprise, I loved it. As a matter of fact, as far as I was concerned, he could have any part of me he wanted.

Jesse

Need thrummed through my body, and my heart was thumping like a drum. I popped open the top of the lube and poured it into my hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. I crawled up on the bed where he was waiting, just like I'd told him to.

I slid a finger deep inside his tight hole, and he moaned. "You like that, baby boy?" I pulled my finger out and thrust it back in again.

"Yes, Daddy." His voice was almost a whimper, and I'd just gotten started. This was going to be fun.

I added a second finger as I continued to move them in and out of his body. I took plenty of time with him because I knew I wasn't a small man, and I didn't want to hurt him. When I thought he was ready for me, I moved into position.

Normally, I liked to draw things out a bit. It heightened the pleasure and made things more intense. But there would be another time for me to tease him and make him beg. That wasn't what this was about. This was me showing my boy who he belonged to.

I gave my cock a couple of strokes to get it nice and slick for him and then placed the head at his entrance. He was laying beneath me, his head thrown back, eyes closed, waiting for what he knew was coming, but that wouldn't do at all.

"Open your eyes, baby boy. I want you looking at me as I enter you. I don't want there to be any mistake about who's fucking you. About who you belong to."

He opened his eyes and stared right back at me.

"Good boy. Now keep them open."

I didn't take my eyes off his, and I pushed forward and slid into him. He sucked in a breath, but he kept his eyes open for me.

His channel clenched round my intruding cock, and he let out the most delicious sound that was between a moan and a whimper. I kept pushing forward until I bottomed out, and then I stopped, giving his body time to adjust.

His breath was coming in short bursts, but he was still watching. "You okay, baby?" I asked.

"So much better than okay."

I slowly pulled out and then thrust back in hard.

"Yes, like that," he gasped out. Then he wrapped his legs around me and dug his heels into my lower back, rocking his hips, taking me even deeper.

He matched his moves to mine, and I swear nothing had ever felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted to pound into him harder and harder until he was screaming my name. I wanted to fuck him until he came, and then I wanted to flip him over and do it again.

I reached for him with one hand, wrapped my fingers in his hair, and pulled his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply while I thrust into him over and over.

"Who's your Daddy, baby boy?" I asked.

"You are. You're my Daddy," he moaned. "Please, Daddy. I need more."

I pulled back and started pumping into him harder and harder. "Touch yourself, baby boy. I want to see you come for me."

He reached down and started jerking his cock. I kept thrusting as I watched him bring himself closer and closer to the edge, and seeing him like that lit a fire in me that flared through all my nerve endings until I felt like I was going to burst into flames.

He cried out as cum shot out of his cock and ran down his hand, and the sight of that pushed me over the edge, and my climax rolled through me like a tidal wave. I stayed buried inside him as I pumped my release into his body.

He was running his hands up and down my sweaty back, his breathing coming in short gasps.

"Fuck, that was… wow. I don't even know what to say."

I threw back my head and laughed. "Andy Ward, speechless. I didn't think I would ever see the day." I collapsed down beside him, and he made a feeble attempt to punch me on the arm.

"I don't talk that much," he said, rolling to the side away from me and then sliding back so he was the little spoon. A very naked, sweaty, sexy little spoon.

"If we're going to go get you a truck, we need to get going."

"I can't. You killed me."

"Cool, a talking dead man. Good trick," I mumbled, burying my head in his neck and placing light kisses there.

"Seriously though, we could go tomorrow instead."

"We could, and then we could stay here and finish our talk. You distracted me earlier. Speaking of which, how was the test drive?"

"Sign me up, Daddy. I'm all yours."