“I want to watch that. But not now. Right now, I want you to move.”
“Move?”
“Yes. Hump against me. Show me how you do it, what feels good against your panties.”
Fuck. Joe one hundred percent had studied that Levi handbook because his suggestion had my cock pulsing, getting even harder as I started to rock my hips. His thighs were firm under my ass, his cock a steel ridge, but his belly was just soft enough that I could press against it like my favorite pillow. It felt so good grinding against him that I did it again and again.
I hadn’t moved my arms, but he pulled them farther back, holding my wrists with one hand, exactly enough restraint to have me gasping and moaning. With his other hand, he kept tugging at my panties, never touching my cock, but upping the friction and tension until the fabric was damp with precome. His hands tightened every time I moaned, encouraging me to be more vocal.
“God. More. Please. More.”
“That’s it.” Joe’s praise stroked my nerve endings like a physical touch. “Tell me what you want.”
“To come.” It was all I could think about, an all-consuming need that grew every time he yanked my panties.
“Not yet.” His calm tone was totally at odds with his hard cock and active hands.
“Yes, yet. Please.” My voice was perilously close to a whine.
“I said no.” Joe’s voice and expression was as firm as I’d seen from him yet, and I almost came simply from him reaching that scary-sexy-stern place that made me want to obey, even if it was hard, even if it hurt. Whatever. I could take it. “Stop moving.”
Except maybe that. I made an inhuman whimper as I stilled my motions. “Please.”
“Good boy. Hold still now.”
“Yes.” My eyes drifted shut, and mercifully, he didn’t demand I look at him again. In some ways, pleasing him was better than coming, a longer, deeper high. And he rewarded my obedience, hands sweeping all over my torso, soothing and inflaming at the same time. He plucked at my nipples, and I’d never considered myself especially sensitive there, but his firm pinches pushed me further toward the edge.
Almost.
“Please, please,” I begged. He must have liked that because, for the first time, he shifted against me, cock rubbing against the crease of my ass.
“Not yet.” Abandoning my nipples, he stroked my quivering stomach. Moving slowly enough that I could have easily said stop or twisted away, he dropped his hand to cup my cock through the panties.
“Oh God. I might…”
“You won’t.” His tone was all firm again as his grip tightened, making the damp fabric slide against my cock. I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t come the second he started jacking me.
“Joe. Please. Please.”
“Ask me right.” He rocked up against me again, making me clench every muscle so I didn’t give in to the temptation to move with him. “You can do it. Ask nicely.”
“Please. Please, Daddy. I need to come.” I stiffened as soon as I said it, and not in the gonna-come way.
“Yeah. That’s better.” Joe used the hand that wasn’t on my cock to soothe, stroking from my side all the way to the top of my thigh. Leaning in, his stubble was rough against my neck, his voice scratchy in my ear. “It’s okay, baby. Just go with it.”
Oh. It was like with the panties. He wanted what made me hot. And that should have embarrassed me further, dragging Joe into my kinks, but instead I felt…indulged. Pampered, even, in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever been before. My hips started to rock, but I stopped the motion, wanting to be good for him, wanting to give him something as meaningful as what he was giving me.
“Please. Need to move,” I begged.
“Hold still. I’ll get you there.” He resumed jacking my cock, slow, firm strokes of his strong hand and the silky fabric. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
Fuck. Simply hearing that word on his lips had my balls lifting, whole body tightening as I whimpered. “Need to come. Make me. Please. Make me come.”
“Good boy. Come now. No moving. Just come.”
“Oh fuck.” All of a sudden I wasn’t sure I could. I’d been on the edge so long, so strung out, that my body started to shake, but still, the tension kept building.
“Come for Daddy.” Joe twisted his palm, tugging the fabric extra-tight against my cockhead, but it was the command more than the friction that sent me tumbling, a swan dive off a high-rise, a beautiful stillness right before everything rushed by.
My vision blurred as I moaned and came. And came. Surge after surge from my cock, coating Joe’s hand and the panties and my stomach.
Such a mess. And not simply the sticky come, but me. I hadn’t meant to say that. Going there with Joe hadn’t been part of my agenda, even if he was a total natural in that sort of role. I didn’t like the idea of roping him into something that probably wasn’t his kink, and I really hadn’t meant to make things all awkward. But as the best orgasm of my life receded, all the uncomfortable vibes rushed right in. And even as his other hand rubbed circles on my back, I buried my face in his neck, afraid to meet his eyes.