Page 46 of Ruined

I take my time eating him out, worshipping his hole with my tongue. After a while, I trail down his taint and lick his supple balls. Tugging his cock out from under his body, I lick him there, too, tasting the precum at his tip. That drives him crazier than anything; he’s moaning so loudly I’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear us.

“Please! Wanna come, Daddy. So close.”

I travel back to his hole and hold my tongue there while I jerk his cock. One stroke, two strokes, and that’s all it takes. His thighs tremble as he cries out and comes, his hole fluttering against my tongue. Fuck. Giving him pleasure is quickly becoming my greatest weakness. Granted, everything about him makes me weak.

I lie down beside him. Moving us away from the wet spot he left on the sheets, I pull him into my arms and hold his sweaty, trembling body.

“Felt so good,” he whispers, an edge of disbelief to his voice. “Everything you do feels so good. What about you, Daddy?” he continues, sounding a little overwhelmed or maybe just impatient. “Want to make Daddy feel good, too.”

“Shh. We have time. You don’t need to worry about anything when you’re with Daddy.” I kiss the whimpers from his mouth, holding him close. Then, feeling like he needs more reassurance, I add, “Daddy loves making you feel good, sweet boy, so don’t worry about Daddy’s pleasure.”

I give him more indulgent kisses, and he lets out a sigh of relief into my mouth. Arching toward me, he strokes his palm over my furry chest, over my biceps. Sooner than I expected, his kisses grow more heated, more desperate.

“Want Daddy’s finger.” He takes my wrist and leads it behind himself. “Want it here.”

I reach for the lube by the bedside and squirt some into my hand. Oliver lifts his leg over my hip, giving me better access to his ass, and I kiss him as I stroke my wet finger down his crease.

“Mm…” He moans into my mouth, hiking his leg up even higher.

Making sure to get plenty of lube around his rim, I caress him softly for a while without trying to press inside. When I feel he’s sufficiently relaxed, I apply more pressure, and he gives a gasp, his hard cock rubbing against me and leaving a trail of precum on my lower stomach.

He’s so wet, so wanting. Everything about him is thrumming with anticipation and need.

“Remember what I said last night?” I ask. He’s so lost in his pleasure that he only manages to shake his head and make a whining noise that I suppose means no. “Your breathing,” I remind him. “Take a deep breath, and when you exhale…”

He inhales obediently, his chest filling with air, and when he breathes out, I press my finger past his quivering ring of muscle. Inside. I’m finally inside.

“Oh,” he gasps, his cock jumping against my stomach.

“Good?”

“Yeah. Feels… big.”

I smile a tight smile. If he thinks my finger feels big, my cock will feel impossible.

I hold still for a while, letting him get used to the sensation. When he starts moving his hips, I press a little deeper, to the second knuckle. His hole clenches around my finger, and his insides are soft and impossibly warm.

“Are you ready for more?” I pull the finger out and squeeze my untouched cock to relieve some of the pressure in my balls.

Eyes closed, he nods, and I grab the steel butt plug. Its tapered tip is barely thicker than my finger, but anything that will get him used to having something in his ass is good as far as I’m concerned.

Applying lube to the plug, I bring it to Oliver’s crease and rub it over his hole.

“It’s cold,” he hisses.

“Sorry.” Damn, I should’ve warmed it up first. I kiss him while I hold the plug in my hand, waiting until it’s reached body temperature before I try again. More lube, then I nudge the tip against his hole once more, carefully watching his expression. Slowly, slowly, I start pressing. At the widest part, his hole offers some resistance, but after a careful push, the plug pops inside all the way.

“Oh,” Oliver gasps, wiggling his hips.

“How does that feel?” I stroke a finger over the base of the plug, my breaths coming out fast and my cock throbbing with need.

“Feels—good,” he moans, eyebrows upturned.

“No pain? Remember to be honest. Talk to me.”

“Um, there was… at first. At the widest part.”

My heart sinks. “It’s good that you told me.”