Page 98 of Dirty Hit
“I… yes, Daddy.”
I bite one cheek, and he yelps. “Mmm, I love knowing you’ve been doing that because you hoped I’d fuck your tight ass.”
He makes a soft, pleading sound that shoots straight to my balls. I slide a pillow beneath my head for better leverage, then grip his hips and pull him down until his hole hovers a breath above my mouth. I spit once, deliberately messy, and watch the saliva drip down the cleft and run across dark pink skin. Then I dive in.
The first proper lick is obscene; my broad, flat tongue running from perineum to tail-bone, gathering salt and sweat and the faint tang of soap. He cries out, his whole body jerking, thighstrembling around my ears. I clamp my hands to keep him from wriggling away, and do it again, slowly tracing around the delicate ring with my tongue.
I smile against him when he starts to moan, lap at his rim again, then push the tip of my tongue inside just a fraction, feeling the muscle give.
“Fuck, Dominic…”
“Put that mouth to good use,” I mutter against him, words muffled.
He nods frantically and swallows my cock. I spear deeper, twisting my tongue, sucking gently, and he sobs, hips bucking down. Pre-cum leaks against my chest where he’s grinding on it, and it drags a curse from my throat.
I want to crawl inside him; carve myself into every tender place.
I pull back and spread the wetness with two fingers, then circle his rim in slick figure-eights while I suck his balls into my mouth. He shudders, thighs threatening to clamp down, so I smack the outside of his left leg and he relaxes with a whine.
“Need you loose,” I remind him, voice dark as I reach over to grab the lube from my nightstand. I slick up my fingers, and circle his tight heat again. “Gonna put my fingers in now, okay? Keep that mouth on my cock.”
“Please,” he begs.
I circle wider, letting the slick coat him, then press the tip of one finger past the ring. He sucks in air, body tensing, but then I feel him push back. The heat inside him burns—tight and perfect. I work shallow and slow, placing my free hand on his hip to keep him steady. Each time I slide deeper his breath hiccups, a sound halfway between whimper and plea.
“That feel good, Little Sin?”
“So good and full.”
“You’re going to feel a whole lot fuller soon.” I pump my fingers slowly, scissoring until the give around them eases, then hook them forward, searching. When I brush his prostate, he arches; a strangled sound tearing from his throat.
“There it is,” I purr, then dip my head to tongue at the rim stretched around my finger, feeling him clench greedily. “That little button that’ll make you scream.”
“God…yes… ”
I slide a third finger in, scissoring slowly again, pushing my spit deeper. He’s breathing in shallow pants, thighs still trembling. I keep my tongue working around my fingers until his legs threaten to give, then I pull back and bite the swell of his ass.
“Dominic—”
“Shh, let me play.” I withdraw, slick my fingers again from the bottle on the nightstand, and add a fourth. His breath catches, but he doesn’t tense anymore; this fucking hole knows me. I stretch him until I’m sure he can take me, until sweat beads on his neck and dampens the hair at his nape—until my own self-control starts to shred at the edges.
“Brendon, look at me.” He twists over his shoulder, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. “You ready for more?”
Instead of answering with words he pushes back, forcing my fingers deeper, chasing friction. I laugh, exhilarated, and continue to fuck him open with steady strokes, curling to drag over his prostate each time, and he’s making desperate little keening sounds.
I withdraw my fingers, ignoring his whimper, and pat his ass. “Not gonna let you come yet. Lay down, so I can put my cock in you.”
I roll us, man-handling him until he’s flat on his back, knees loose and shaking, while I shove pillows beneath his hips. The lamp’s on low, but bright enough that I can watch his face—and fuck, I need to watch. I need to see every flicker of wantand nerves as I slick a condom down my laddered cock. The six stainless-steel bars are wet and gleaming from his mouth, and Brendon’s eyes go wide, throat working as he swallows.
“Breathe,” I rasp, pumping once just to keep my head from spinning off. “Feel how smooth the piercings are? They’ll massage your walls, not rip you up. I’d never hurt you, Little Sin… unless you beg for pain.”
A shaky laugh tumbles out of him. “Already begging in my head, Dom.”
“That’s my good boy.” I drizzle on more lube, fingers trembling because I’m two seconds from losing my goddamn mind, then line up. I brace one hand beside his head, the other guiding myself to his slick, twitching hole. “Tell me if it burns.”
The blunt, pierced crown kisses his rim and he gasps, fingernails scoring my shoulders. I push a hair deeper and pause to let him breathe. His lashes flutter; color blooms high on his cheeks. “Holy—fuck—feels… thick.”
“Breathe, baby. You can take it,” I grit, forcing myself to inch in, ridge by ridge, each bar dragging a guttural moan out of both of us. “You’re doing so fucking well taking Daddy’s cock.”
