by H Q Kingsley
His hands slipped down my back and grabbed my hard at my ass, hauling me in so tightly that I cried out into his mouth.
He made me feel so small, so safe like that. His big body sheltering my smaller one. I knew he would never hurt me, and I wanted to give him everything I had to give.
When I needed to pull back to breathe, I looked up at him. “I want you,” I said, sounding breathless, but sure. “Please, Omar. I'm ready. I want to be with you.” He liked me to ask for what I wanted, well, there it was. I wanted him.
He looked down at me, and a smile spread across that handsome face. “Okay, Peanut,” he said.
My heart leapt, and I reached back to shut the shower off, clambering out of the tub so fast I almost fell over.
Omar laughed and snagged clean towels to dry us off with as we made our way to the bedroom.
I sat down on the bed, my eyes intent on him, watching as his gaze lingered over me. My heart was pounding so fast, I was afraid he might hear it and change his mind.
“Lay back for me,” he said, his voice husky, and I did as I was told, spreading myself out on the bed.
He raked his eyes over my body, and I blushed, but there was no embarrassment there. I could see how much he wanted me from the way he looked at me and the way his cock was rock hard by then, jutting up from the patch of pubic hair between his legs.
“Please,” I gasped out, so hard again myself that I was dripping. I could feel myself slicking for him, getting wet and ready, and I squirmed, impatient and needy.
“I'm gonna take care of you,” he promised, finally getting on the bed to loom over me.
Those big hands slid over my chest and down my hips to my thighs, skirting my cock to move to my legs, which he spread even wider for himself.
My cock was leaking against my stomach, and my hole was wet and pulsing for him, and Omar could see all of it. He took it all in and then settled himself between my legs with a grin. “I bet you taste delicious, Peanut,” he said. “So sweet for me. Like honey.”
I swallowed hard. His words were like magic. They had such an effect on me that my hips arched in need.
“Can I taste you, baby?” he asked. “Can I bury my tongue in your sweet hole?”"
I nearly whimpered at how hot that made me, arousal rushing through my body like a tidal wave that left me feeling dazed and light headed. He hadn't even done it yet, and I was already feeling it.
“Yes,” I panted, nodding eagerly. “Please. Please, please, please.”
He smiled at me, and then practically dove in. I lifted my legs, putting my feet flat on the bed to give him more room, and he hummed with approval.
The first touch of his tongue to my entrance had me stiffening slightly, just because it felt strange. No one had ever done that to me before, obviously, and it felt different than my fingers had when I touched myself.
But Omar went slow, giving me time to adjust. He licked around my puckered hole, chasing those drops of my slick that leaked out, and moaning softly in appreciation. Apparently, I did taste good.
With both hands, he gripped my ass, spreading me open so he could get a better look.
I was glad he couldn't see how red I turned at that.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he said with that rough tone in his voice. "Beautiful and mine." And then he lapped eagerly at me, getting me warmed up before the point of his tongue slowly breached my entrance.
I gasped at the jolt of electric pleasure that shot through me. It was like touching a live wire, shocking and intense, but then it melted into something warm and gooey, spreading through my limbs and making me relax.
“That's it,” Omar praised before he went back to work, eating me out like I was a dessert buffet.
He alternated lapping at my hole and spearing his tongue inside, working me open and working me up little by little. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, despite the fact that his cock had to be aching for release; mine sure was.
I was practically losing my mind with how good it felt to have his long, thick tongue working me. I arched and writhed on the bed, whimpering and moaning, not caring how desperate and whiny I sounded.
I wanted him. He was making me feel so good, and the pleasure was all I could focus on.
Each stroke of his tongue, each time it pushed deeper into me, I shuddered, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I could feel pressure building at the base of my spine, my cock jumping at the intensity built to the brink.
“Please,” I nearly sobbed, my hips rolling while he practically fucked me with his tongue. “Oh gods, I'm going to…”
Omar didn't back off, and my body jutted upward.
I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried, and I cried out, my body going tight and tense as the pleasure washed over me.
I was wrapped up in the grip of it for long minutes, panting and writhing while I came all over my stomach, my legs trembling. It felt so good. It was the first orgasm I’d really gotten to enjoy. The first that wasn’t an accidental misfire with him. And once I was done, I felt boneless and satisfied, my eyes heavy lidded while I struggled to remember how to breathe.
But Omar wasn't finished, clearly.
He gave me some time to recover, stoking the back of my thigh with his fingers, and then he went right back to it, placing my legs over his shoulders to better angle me to lick me open.
After that first orgasm, I was even more relaxed, and he worked a finger into me easily, the slickness of my hole easing the way.
I gasped at the intrusion, but it felt amazing. I knew his cock was going to be much, much bigger than a single finger, but it was still amazing having something inside me, preparing me for more.
When I took the first finger well enough, he added another, rocking them in and out of me, brushing over that spot that had me seeing stars when I closed my eyes.
I was already getting worked up and eager for another orgasm, and I was practically sobbing with pleasure, my body completely overcome by him.
When Omar's fingers were in me, he lifted his head, clearly wanting to watch as I took it all for him.
“You're doing so well, Peanut,” he said, and the praise and that tone of his voice were enough to have me getting even closer to losing it again. “You're so perfect. So good for me. Do you like when I make you feel good?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes. Oh gods, yes. It's so good. Oh my god, please don't stop.”
He grinned. “I won't. I wanna see you fall apart for me again, Peanut. Can you do that? Can you come for me again?”
I would do anything for him with him talking to me like that, praising me and making me feel like I was special and wanted. It was enough to have me inching even closer to the point of no return, and I was losing myself to how good it felt.
“Close,” I gasped out, biting down on my lip hard when his fingers hit that spot. “I'm so close, Daddy.”
The word slipped out of me before I could think about it or pull it back. It just felt right to say in the moment.
A lusty fog had claimed my brain, making it impossible to focus on anything other than those fingers pumping into me and the warm, steady tone of Omar's voice. I wanted to come for him. I wanted to be good for him. He took care of me and made me feel so safe and good.
I might have been worried if I could think straight about how Omar would react to me calling him that, but he didn't even falter, just kept grinning at me and working his fingers in harder and faster, not even touching my cock.
“Come on, Peanut,” he coaxed. “Let go for me.”
Almost like on command, I did as he demanded, arching and whimpering, my body taken over by that rush of heat.
The second one was even better than the first, building on that momentum and sweeping me up in how good it was. I had to remind myself to breathe, and I could feel Omar's eyes on me, taking it all in as I rode out the pleasure.
When I finally started coming down, I was breathing hard and there were tears in my eyes, but I felt so good. So rela
xed and open.
“You're such a good boy for me,” Omar praised. “I'm proud of you.”
I opened my eyes and gazed up at him, feeling warm and pleased. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yeah. You're taking it so well. Doing so good, Peanut. I knew you would. I knew you'd be perfect for me.”
Gods, I could cry. No one had ever said so many nice things to me ever. No man had ever looked at me the way Omar did, like I was as perfect as he said I was. It was just so nice, and I felt my eyes watering again.
He reached down and brushed the tears away with his free hand as he pulled the fingers from his other out of me, and I almost whined in disapproval, feeling empty without them.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded quickly. “I'm good. I'm so good. I...I've just never felt like…” I shook my head because I didn't know how to explain it.
But I didn't have to. Omar was smiling with understanding. Of course he was. He understood me better than anyone ever had.
“I want to make you feel good,” he said. “You deserve it. You deserve all the good shit.”
I laughed and grabbed his hand to kiss the palm of it. “Do...do you mind that I called you daddy?” I asked, feeling a little shy. “It just felt right.”
His eyes flashed a little, but I knew it was with pleasure and not anger. I could read him well enough now.
“I liked it,” he said, and his voice going deeper. “It sounds good when you're moaning it.”
My breath hitched for a second.. “Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?” I asked, looking up at him.
Omar closed his eyes for a second and breathed out a little sigh. “Dammit. You're gonna be the death of me. I don't know if you're ready yet,” he said. “And I haven't finished eating your cute little hole.”
I couldn't complain. I'd taken his fingers easily, but his cock was much, much bigger, and even with as wet as I was, if he said I wasn’t ready, I was inclined to believe him.
“Okay,” I panted, spreading my legs again.
“Wait,” he said. “Turn over for me.”
I licked my lips, moving to obey in the sexiest fashion I could manage. I'd never really tried to seduce anyone before, and I didn't know if I was doing it right, but...it was worth a try.
Instead of going down flat on my stomach, I rolled over onto my hands and knees and then dropped my chest down until just my ass and hips were up, aimed right at Omar.
“Like this?” I asked, wiggling my butt a bit.
Omar growled, and it was such a sexy sound, I nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Peanut. It should be illegal for you to do shit like that. You look so damned good.”
I flushed with pride.
He was on me in a second, his mouth going back to my hole, eating it with the same fervor as before. His hands held my ass open, giving him room, and all I could do was moan into the pillows underneath my head, eyes closed tightly while wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I never would have imagined anyone wanting to do this with me. Especially not someone like Omar, who I still fully believed could have whoever he wanted. He was gorgeous and kinder than he first came across, and he knew how to use his tongue like a master.
Tears sprang into my eyes and trickled down my cheeks from how good it was when he worked his tongue into me again, licking me and slurping up all the slick I was producing.
I was so horny for him, my cock getting hard all over again.
He was so good at what he was doing, sending me spiraling into pleasure so quickly I couldn't ignore it.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, working my hips back. “Oh my gods. Daddy, I'm going to come again.”
Omar growled and kept eating, fingers digging into my ass so hard I knew I was going to have bruises left behind. I didn't mind. I wanted him to leave marks on me, proof that he was there.
I gasped when he hit that spot just right inside of me and went stiff, spilling all over the bed as I came again, sobbing hard as I fell apart.
“Daddy,” I babbled, unable to hold back. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.”
Omar licked me through it, keeping on the edge until he pulled back and I slumped down in an exhausted heap, breathing in little hiccupping breaths while I tried to pull myself together.
“Are you okay, Peanut?” Omar asked, stroking his big hand over my leg and up my thigh. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, I'm good.” I reached back to help him spread my ass, completely unashamed. “Please, I’m ready. I want you.”
I turned. I could see Omar’s cock was rock hard and flushed, and I pulled on my ass cheek to make sure he had a good view of my well-eaten ass.
He growled as he positioned himself at my entrance, and I whimpered as I felt the head of him rub against my hole.
Fuck. This was it. I was finally going to have him.
“Yes, please, Daddy,” I begged as he rubbed up and down my hole, making me more and more wet for him.
He pressed against it, and I winced as I felt the pressure of him trying to push in.
I straightened and propped myself up onto my palms, balling my fists as he tried to push in again, and my body rejected the intrusion.
He leaned in and kissed my shoulder and down my back.
“Relax for me, Peanut, okay? Just breathe and relax,” he said softly, trailing his fingers up and down my spine.
I did as he said, trying my best to relax. It became easier as he slipped his finger back into me, working me back up to two fingers, and fuck, that felt so good. I just knew his dick inside me would feel even better.
“There you go, Peanut,” Omar coaxed, placing another kiss on my back. “Ride my fingers for me.”
I did as he said, losing myself in it. I didn’t care how I looked or about all of the whimpers and cries that fell from my lips. I rode his fingers till I was at the edge again.
“Daddy. Come. Gonna,” I said breathlessly, losing track of my thoughts.
Omar praised me as I went spiraling over the edge again, flopping onto the bed in a wet heap of cum and sweat and tears of pleasure.
Omar’s hands rubbed over me, soothing me as I flattened on the bed in exhaustion.
Omar loomed over me, his thick, meaty cock in his hand, stroking it as he whispered beautiful things to me about what a good boy I was, and how wonderfully I took his fingers until he spurted heavy ropes of cum over my back, followed by a trail of kisses.
I moaned in appreciation. He hadn’t fucked me, but going to sleep covered in his cum was a pretty well-to-do second.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I breathed as I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke, our sheets were practically glued to me, and I instantly remembered the night before.
I pried the sheets off of me to roll over in Omar’s grip. I gently kissed him until his eyes opened, and he smiled at me.
“Good morning, Peanut,” he said, his voice scratchy from sleep.
“Good morning…” I trailed off. “I should have a nickname for you.”
“Hmm,” Omar hummed in mock thought. “How about Omar?”
I rolled my eyes. “No. Something cute...what goes with Peanut?”
Omar arched a brow. “Jelly? But I’d really prefer you not call me that.”
I chuckled. “I supposed Peanut and the Jelly Giant is out of the question for couple names then?”
Omar laughed. “Definitely.” He placed a quick kiss on my nose. “Just call me daddy. I told you, I like it.”
“Yeah, when you’re making me come, but I can’t call you daddy in public.”
Omar sat up and shrugged. “Why not?”
“People will think it’s weird.”
“I haven’t given a shit about what people think my whole life. I’m not starting now.”
I pressed my lips together, thinking it over. People had looked at me like I was a freak my whole life, at least for this it would be worth it.
“Okay...daddy it is then.”
My cheeks heated a little just thinking about calling him that in front of someone and a hot wave or arousal went through me.
Omar must have felt it, too, cause he leaned in to give me a long, rough kiss.
“Will you fuck me now, Daddy?” I asked, my voice reedy and wanting.
“We can try again, but you’re so tight, Peanut.” His hand wrapped around me to spread my cheeks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just fuck me, okay? I don’t care if I cry, just keep going,” I begged.
Omar chuckled. “Well, that’s romantic. Fuck you while you’re crying and hurting. It’s every boy’s dream of a first-time story.”
I frowned. “I mean it. I don’t care if it’s romantic. I just want to have you.”
Omar kissed me. “I care,” he whispered. “Now turn over so I can taste you,” he demanded.
I moved to obey him, and stopped when someone knocked on our apartment door.
“Who the fuck…” Omar grumbled as he climbed off the bed and slipped into his pants.
I followed behind him, equally as frustrated and curious.
When Omar pulled the door open, my breath caught at the sight of Ezra standing there in his royal blues.
Omar growled, quickly pushing me behind him, but Ezra held up his hands in surrender.
“I’m not here to fight,” he said.
“Well, then you came to the wrong fucking place,” Omar bit, his teeth starting to elongate.
“Zyke, please.” Ezra looked to me, and I gently placed a hand on Omar’s arm.
“It’s okay,” I said, feeling him almost immediately stand down.
“I just came to warn you,” Ezra said once Omar had settled. “Father isn’t happy that you haven’t come home, and rumors are getting back to the castle that you’re helping locals build, and...I just think he’s going to do something...dangerous.” Ezra shrugged. “I just thought you should know.” He looked at Omar. “Both of you.”
I nodded, ducking under Omar’s arm to move closer to Ezra. “Okay...Thank you,” I said. “We’ll be on our guard.”
“Okay. Good.” Ezra awkwardly shifted. “And...I also wanted to tell you that I really admire you for what you’re doing.”