by Quin Perin
Another moan and I pulled my fingers back, slipping a third in. A deep thrust made my cock twitch, and the burn curled my toes. I wiggled them and sighed. Not enough. Not nearly enough. I needed more. Tony. I needed him badly. All he’d done was tease me. Making me want him all the more. Such a fucking jerk.
Slipping my fingers out, I pulled open the drawer of my nightstand and searched through its contents until I brushed against rubber. I traced around the flared base of the plug, toward the tip. The one thing my ex had left me with was a decent collection of sex toys and a hatred of spiced rum. I wasn’t the type to look a gifted butt plug in the...mouth, so I’d kept them. It worked out. Especially if it led to good sex with that teasing fucking beast of a man. Then maybe I’d get him out of my system and be done with him.
With a quavering breath, I picked up the toy and teased it over my entrance. It would help stretch me out, make sure I was ready, but Tony would still have to do some of the work. Which did not bother me at all. I wanted to feel his hands on me, feel his fingers digging deep. They were so strong. So large. Thinking of the way they’d engulfed my cock this morning, making me come so quickly, nearly made me shoot my load over the bed.
Burying my face into the blankets, I tasted the fabric on my tongue. Pain twinged through me, body tensing at the intrusion. Steadily, I forced the butt plug in. Finally taking Tony’s advice, I guess. It hurt, even with all the lube. But it hurt in a way that grounded me. Made me gasp and groan.
I nearly fell into the mattress as it settled home, buried deep inside me. My erection was still turgid. My fingers flexed, falling away from the toy. I stretched both of them over my head, tangling my fingers in the blankets. I tried to catch my breath. Calm my heart. Legs giving out, I collapsed onto the bed. Nearly sobbing when the blankets rubbed along my cock. I rocked my hips, humping the mattress. My toes curled, jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I could come. Just like this. Like a fucking teenager, trying my hardest not to be overheard by my parents as I watched porn.
It’d be so easy to come. So fucking easy.
But I couldn’t.
Had to wait. Had to wait for something better. And bigger.
I waited for Tony, curled up on the couch with my cat ears perched in my hair. It had been nearly an hour, and I was getting impatient. Every time my hard-on started to die down, a new thought of all the filthy stuff we could get into made it shoot back up.
The doorbell rang, and I shot off the couch, buzzing him in.
Moving onto my hands and knees, I plucked the door open, listening for Tony’s footsteps. I recognized the way he moved, and this was surely him. The sound of his heavy yet careful feet against the wood made my heart skip. I sat up with my knees together, palms resting on the floor in front of them. The eager kitty waiting for its Master to come home. If I had a tail, I would have been flicking it.
A sturdy knock made the door vibrate in the frame.
“Dima?” Tony called. He pushed the door open and stepped in.
He made it over the threshold, and then he stopped, sucking in a loud breath. I couldn’t read his facial expression, but I imagined he was gaping. I doubted he expected me to answer the door naked, hard, and with my ears on.
“Dima?” he murmured. “Jesus...”
“Meow.” An eager greeting for Tony. I moved toward him, head butting against his legs before I twined myself around them. Once, twice, I circled around his legs. Ending in front of him, I reached out and dug my nails into his thighs. My back curled into a sharp arch as I looked up toward him, cocking my head to the side. I purred quietly.
Tony’s hand fanned through my hair, stroking it. “You’re too much,” he murmured.
Damn right I was.
I wasn’t going to make it easy for him to resist.
My hands brushed up, trailing over his crotch. He moaned low, and my lips twitched toward a smirk. I nuzzled into his crotch, meowing again. He swelled under my touch while I scratched my nails down his thighs again. His fingers tried to tighten in my hair, but I turned away from him quickly.
Back facing him, I dropped my hands down and crawled to the couch, letting him see the plug that peered from between my cheeks. Yeah, he wasn’t going to win this one.
Tony
Like an engine, ready to win a fucking race, my body kicked into overdrive when I saw him. Those pointy little ears and that butt plug. My God. My perfect little kitten, eager and ready to be thoroughly fucked. I bit my lip at the thought of it, of the mental images flashing by my eyes, him all splayed out, squirming and waiting for me.
Dima climbed onto the couch, rubbing his cheek into the armrest and pushing out his ass. I took off my shoes and socks. Back at Sara’s apartment, I had changed into another sweater and stuffed the rest of my clothes into the washer. I had also met my editing deadline, so I was free now. Free to play. To indulge.
After clicking the door shut, I walked past the couch and gave him a little rub on the head, making him hiss. The mere sight of him turned my cock rock fucking hard, driving me insane, but before leaping into this, I wanted to do something. Wanted to give my pet a little treat. “I’ll be right back.” Palming my cock and adjusting its position, I headed to the kitchen and looked through the shelves above the counter. I soon found a suitable bowl. If we did this, we were doing it right.
Opening the fridge, I noticed how extremely tidy it was, spaces between every item, neatly stacked. I checked the door for milk and found some. The meow from the living room made me grab it and fill the bowl faster. He couldn’t see what I was doing, and perhaps he’d be put off by this, but it was worth a shot. I mean, hell, he’d been waiting for me by the door, cock stiff and swaying with every move he made. I had never been so grateful for remembering to buy condoms. The slim packet nestled in the back pocket of my jeans and the thought of fucking him like this...with those cat ears on, it made my head foggy with lust.
Careful not to spill anything, I carried the bowl back to him and set it down on the floor. “You must be hungry,” I said with a pat to his head. He purred in response and scratched along my arms when I lifted him off the couch and set him back on the floor. I crouched at his side, cupped his chin, and guided him down to the bowl of milk. “Here,” I whispered, dipping one fingertip into the milk before sliding it along his parted lips.
Dima wiggled, my hand resting on his ass, the other one pumping in and out of his mouth. “I’m sure you worked up quite an appetite while waiting for Daddy, mh?” And just like that, my little kitten dove into the bowl, drinking enthusiastically. I stroked his spine, trying to control my urge to get behind him and ravish his tiny little ass right there. I rubbed my finger along the ridge of the plug between his cheeks, making him gasp and press his ass up higher.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, moving to kneel next to him, my erection trapped and throbbing behind the zipper of my jeans. A horny sort of yearning settled in my balls, spiking each time he made one of those sounds, whimpered or meowed or purred. As Dima drank the milk, I tapped the plug once, twice. Finally, I rubbed harder against the top edge of the plug, making it press down on the inside, hopefully reaching that magical spot—
Oh, there it was.
Dima shivered and trembled, fingers balling against the floor. He suddenly bucked his hips, cock dipping with every movement, so rigid it slapped against his stomach. Up and down, precum drizzling in thin strings. Fuck. Thoughts turned fuzzy while he kept pushing back against the plug. Wait until I fill you up.
“Oh, look at that, so desperate,” I breathed and pulled my fingers away from the plug. I wanted to slap his ass, but that wasn’t something you did with a cat, was it? No. I cupped his chin instead and placed the almost empty bowl on the coffee table. His lips were smeared with milk, up to his nose, glistening and so fucking adorable. “Have you been a good little kitten?”
Dima meowed loudly, eyes shut, his jaw lax in my grasp. He breathed through his nose, fingers faintly scratching my thigh.
The denim of my
jeans stretched around my knees, my cock long and hard inside. It throbbed with every heartbeat. I had to get rid of these fucking pants. Trailing my thumb along his lower lip, I cleaned his mouth, wiping away the bits of milk sticking to his flawless, pale skin. His hair was slightly tousled, the ears crooked. I fixed them on his head, chewing the inside of my bottom lip.
I rose to my feet and scooped him up into my arms, his chest against my shoulder. I couldn’t do this any longer, couldn’t draw this out. I was fucking horny—the kind where your brain shuts down—ready to fuck. To make him whimper and sob and beg wordlessly. With every step, Dima clutched to me tighter, licking the side of my neck, my ear, nuzzling his nose into every crook he could find.
His cock left a smear of precum across my sweater, clinging to the fabric when I put him down on the messy bed. At first, he didn’t want to let go, rocking his hips into me, his hot breath puffing across my ear. But then he yielded and lay back on the bed. In no time, I pulled out the packet of condoms, threw it onto the bed beside him, and then yanked off my sweater, leaving my hair a shaggy mess. I dragged down my jeans over my rampant boner, biting my lip at the freeing feeling.
I grabbed my dick through my briefs, squeezing, and then toed off my pants at the ankles. The sight of him was unbearable. He licked the back of his hand playfully, purring while his cock jumped against his stomach. Damn. I wanted to be gentle, nice, and sweet. But I couldn’t. My hands slammed down beside his head, and he twitched, surprised.
“You’re not a good kitten; you’re the devil in disguise,” I growled.
Dima arched his back, not objecting but instead showing off his slender form until I caught his searing cock between my fingers, thumbing the tip. His breath caught in his throat, eyelashes fluttering. I propped one arm next to his head so I could lean over him. Dima started whimpering as I squeezed his cock tightly and pumped it hard and fast. The next meow morphed into a moan, his hips bucking relentlessly.
“Nu-uh.” I clucked my tongue as he stiffened, breathing picking up its pace. I wasn’t letting him come this fast; he should have known better. I pulled my hand away, slick with precum, hot from friction. When I lowered my lips to his ear, his fingers...paws curled against my heaving chest. My entire body was on edge, and I had no idea how long I could play this game until I fucking lost it.
“I am gonna fuck you,” I told him. “Fuck my little kitten until he’s a whimpering, writhing mess.”
“M-Meow.”
I smirked at his reaction and straightened once more. Standing at the side of the bed, I flipped him, his arms angled at his sides. He pushed his knees into the bedding, lifting his ass as though he wanted to show me he was ready for it. He’d better be.
With one drag of my underwear, I whipped out my cock, heavy and thick, and slapped it against my palm. The lewd sound made Dima’s knees buckle visibly. “You want it?” Scratching across the sheets, he opened his thighs more, presenting his ass in all its glory. I reached for the pack of condoms and extracted one. I dropped the rest on the nightstand and ripped the foil open with my teeth. My vision zeroed in on that perfect ass, on his balls hanging between his thighs, pulled up like tight peaches. I couldn’t help but grin while I sheathed my dick. Too horny to think. Too fucking horny to speak. I secured it at the base of my shaft, giving my shaft a good squeeze before I grabbed the front of his thighs and dragged him back toward the edge of the mattress.
Dima yelped, anticipation thick around us. I shouldn’t have enjoyed all those surprise moments because he couldn’t see what I did, but I kinda freaking loved it.
I spread his cheeks with two of my fingers and carefully pulled out the plug, leaving a clenching hole behind. I moaned at the sight and gathered up a good amount of spit to let it drip across his entrance. My cock flexed behind him, nudging his balls. His chest rested on the sheets, head turned to the side, a pretty flush across his cheeks, such a stark contrast to the color of his skin.
The air smelled of milk, anticipation, and him. It was intoxicating. Made it hard to think. I knew he needed more prep. I knew. But the way he splayed out before me, whimpering for my dick, it was too much. I tapped my cock against his twitching pucker, slick with leftover lube from the plug and spit. I told him to relax. Yet his breath came out in hitches, body on display. So vulnerable, so beautiful. With my thumb below the tip of my cock, I guided it against his entrance, my other hand sliding from his hip to his lower back.
“Breathe,” I whispered, his muscle clenching and unclenching against me, as though he couldn’t decide what to do. “You want my dick in your ass, don’t you?” I used my low voice, the one I could tap into whenever only my most primal body functions were online. Which was definitely now. That new timber of my voice seemed to work because a couple of seconds later, he eased into the mattress, his muscle going soft, pliant, and ready for me.
Dima
Everything paused when Tony’s cock pressed to my entrance. I held my breath, nails digging into the sheets. It seemed like even my heart stopped beating. Blood stopped pumping. Suspended in the moment of anticipation. Waiting. Waiting. And then…in.
The room crackled around me as if it was filled with electricity. I breathed out steadily, and my heart pounded a rapid rhythm against my ribs. Pain raced through me but was quickly overtaken by pleasure.
I couldn’t stop my balls from contracting, couldn’t stop my muscles from twitching, couldn’t stop the come spurting onto the sheets. I’d teased myself too long, and Tony hadn’t helped. The fabric sealed to my stomach, body tense. My ass clutched around the head of Tony’s cock, trying for more. Trying for less. Dizzy. Thoughts skipping.
I blacked out.
Or at least it seemed like I did. One moment my body was wracked by pleasure and then a long space of nothing before aching. Aching for more. Several days of frustration had built up until it boiled over, and I hadn’t been able to control myself. Like a virgin on prom night.
“Did you…?” Tony was breathless. “Fuck.”
His free hand stroked along my spine, his touch gentle. He was still, posed to enter fully but halted with only the head breaching. Like he was afraid to keep going. Tugging at the sheets, I whimpered and hid my face away.
“Want me to stop?” Even as Tony’s voice quivered with lust, there was concern there. Care. He fucking cared.
I kept my head tucked down, wiggling back against him. I appreciated him trying to hold back, but I wanted more. “Meow.”
Spreading his fingers on my lower back, he began to move again. A groan fell from his lips as he finally pressed in. Inch by inch. A painful, slow drag. Maddening. I felt his frustration in the way his nails dug into my skin. I swallowed my whining, my whimpering, and let Tony work. Let him take over. I needed to do this. I wanted to do this. Wanted to be his good little kitten.
Fuck, I really felt the need to be good for him. Make him happy. As much as I wanted to push him away, when I was his little kitten, I needed him closer. It was confusing and complicated, but it felt right.
Both hands went to my hips, grinding bruises into them. With a roar that was almost bestial, he pulled back and then slammed forward. No hesitation. Hard enough to make my whole body jerk forward while the bed groaned its protest. My body was ready for him, opened up, welcoming his thick dick. God, I’d never been with someone that well endowed before. My cries were muffled, gagged by the sheets. Tears stung at the corner of my eyes, and I let out a shaky breath. Shooting stars of pain, skipping through all my nerves.
Tony plowed deep, bottoming out and yanking me back. He panted, and his fingers flexed on my hips. It took all of his self-control, his whole body wound so tight I could feel it. I was thankful he gave me time to adjust and didn’t start out roughly. He was doing everything he could to stay in control. Trying not to hurt me. It was sweet.
Fading pain was a low, familiar murmur, and my impatience threatened to take over. I’d wanted this since I’d met him, and damn it, I was going to have it. I bucked my hips
back and purred, encouraging him. “You sure?” Tony asked through gritted teeth. His hips twitched.
“Meow.”
Permission was all he needed to really get going. He wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me in place. He arched back and then thrust forward. Smack, smack, smack. No time wasted in establishing a steady rhythm. Thick cock stabbing deep, chest solid against my back.
My cock had softened from the prolonged pain, bouncing each time he slammed sharply into me. But now blood surged downward. Body spent but so eager to try again. Wanting even more. My whole body jolted forward, face smashed into the blankets. Mewls and moans, low in my throat. Gasps when he rolled his hips forward in that perfect fucking way.
His sweaty forehead rested against my shoulder, breath spreading hot over my skin. I tried to move with him, tried to get into his rapid rhythm, but all I could do was arch and press my palms flat on the bed so he wouldn’t pound me into it. Tony slid his hand across my messy lower stomach, finding my cock and pumping it. Oversensitive—it was like I’d been caught in a flash fire. My body pulsed around him, cock twitching in his hand.
He didn’t speak. No more dirty talk. He communicated entirely in growls and moans. And I could tell when he got close because his teeth dug into my shoulder to stifle the sounds he made. I took everything he gave me, gasped and whimpered. I was still his tiny little kitten. Not saying a proper word. Not thinking. Just wanting. To be ravished. To be fucked. His thrusts suddenly turned erratic, and his free hand gripped the side of my ass before he tore himself up and off my back.
Pounding into me, he made the bed rock. It felt as if I was on a boat in the middle of the rolling ocean. Waves tossing me about. Completely at the mercy of some powerful force of nature.
A sudden surge forced me into the mattress. Lungs compressed and face smashed into the sheets. Tony erupted. Ramming deep to the point it felt like he was stretching me impossibly. So deep. God, and then he came, and I wished the condom wasn’t between us.