His First Surrender (Stonewall Investigations Miami 3)

“I want to play with you so fucking bad.” Rocky’s words fell in a whisper against my lips.

“I thought that’s what we were doing.”

“This is only the beginning.”

“So what were you thinking of doing next?”

His eyes pinned me to the spot. I had a hand on his chest, feeling the soft hair under my palm, the warmth that seemed to grow hotter with every beat of his heart.

“Do you feel comfortable?”

I nodded. “I do.” And that was the truth. Even standing there naked, every part of me exposed, I still felt more comfortable than if I were standing fully clothed in the middle of a bustling street.

“Get on the bed.” Rocky motioned to the queen-sized bed pushed against the wall. He licked his lips, watching me as I walked past him, doing exactly as he asked. I sat down on the bed, my body feeling like a sparking live wire.

“No. Crawl onto the bed. Facing the wall.”

I got back up. There was a new tone in Rocky’s voice. Like iron mixed with steel. It was hard and soft all at the same time.

I crawled onto the bed, the sheets feeling like they were stuffed with clouds. My ass was up in the air, leaving me exposed to Rocky. I’d never done this before. Not even to myself in the mirror. I had never shown another person this side of me, this raw part of me.

My cock throbbed, a string of precome falling onto the sheets. I dropped my head, watching the fabric darken where it stained.

“Fuck me, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled from behind me.

“I was actually hoping you’d fuck me.”

Rocky gave a low grunt mixed with a laugh. I moaned as I felt his hard cock part my cheeks open. He rubbed himself up and down as he came down onto my back, biting on my neck. I rubbed myself harder onto him, like a damn dog in heat. He made me slick and wet with his precome. I felt him use his cock like a brush, rubbing his head against my hole, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through me. I fisted the sheets, wondering how in the fucking world something could feel so good. He wasn’t even inside of me yet and I was already close to coming.

He pulled off me, leaving my body feeling like a rag soaked in gasoline, only a single match away from exploding.

“Stay right there.”

I listened to him, not moving a muscle. My cock hung heavy and hard between my legs, my balls already like acorns against me, tight and ready to burst. I couldn’t see what Rocky was doing, and for a brief moment, that made me nervous. A deep breath helped push those nerves away. I trusted this man. From the second we met, even though it wasn’t under the best circumstances, I knew that I trusted him. Whether he trusted me or not was a different story, especially at the beginning.

But not now. I felt as though I could give myself fully to him without having any regrets. It allowed me to fight away the fear that poked at the corner of my thoughts.

Behind me, I could hear Rocky open the drawer, and I could hear him grab something before the drawer shut again. I could hear his footsteps crossing the room. I started to hope he liked what he saw. What if he didn’t? What if—

His hand stopped my train of thought dead in its tracks. He rubbed my ass, the bed shifting slightly as he put a knee on the mattress. He pushed his leg between mine, my balls now resting on his thigh. He continued to rub my cheeks with one hand.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sam. Every part of you. I don’t want to ever take my hands off you.”

“Don’t.” It came out almost as a plea.

“Mhmm, you like it, too? When I touch you?”

I could only nod, my words snatched from my throat as his fingers slipped between my ass, pressing against my hole. He lifted his leg, applying more pressure to my balls, pressing my leaking cock against him.

His hand squeezed my cheek, spreading me open. His hand held firm, my ass feeling sore when he let go.

And I wanted more. I moaned into the bedsheets as he slowly rubbed his hand over the surely red skin. His touch was gone for a moment, before he gave my ass a soft slap. I moaned louder and pushed back, showing him how hot that made me. Stars filled my vision, and I could feel my body pushing heights I’d never been to before.

“Do it again,” I said, my voice husky. “Slap my ass.”

I’d never thought of myself as the type to get off on the sting, but as Rocky’s hand came down on my left cheek this time, harder than the last, I gave out a loud shout and thrust down on the bed, rubbing myself in ecstasy against the sheets, my legs twitching. When I found my breath again, I got back up on my fours, my entire body feeling the spasms that spread from my legs.