He pulled away, taking a step back. As he scanned me up and down, I grew self-conscious… except for my cock. He stood tall, making it clear how I wanted to spend the evening. Simon pulled at the belt of his robe, revealing a strip of skin. All of him was magnificent, but I wasn’t thinking with my head as I stared at his erection.
In three months, I discovered chefs played as hard as they worked. We could be sitting on the couch watching a movie, and if the mood struck him, he’d unzip and give me the option of how the evening ended. Those long trips to Portland? More than once while driving, he’d reach over and stroked my cock. If I got lucky, he’d pull over and put me over the hood of the car.
Yes, Simon knew how to get my engine going.
My mouth watered. I wanted to be on my knees swallowing— Simon put a hand on my chest, holding me in place. His smirk had a playfulness to it. He slid down my body, kissing my chest, then following the trail of hair to my belly. Before I knew it, I could feel the heat of his breath along my shaft.
“Want me to suck your cock?”
He asked, as if I had a choice. If Simon wanted to blow me, he would. As soon as I got stiff, he had my answer. I wanted a guy to take charge in the bedroom. Simon had no problem beingthatguy. If he asked, it meant he wanted to hear me beg.
I moved my hips forward, but a hand on my stomach held me in place. “Say it.”
My cock jumped. He gripped the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the glass. “I want you to suck my cock.” Admitting it out loud sounded desperate, which wasn’t far from the truth. I needed to feel his tongue lick its way up and down my shaft.
“All you had to do was ask.”
I didn’t need to see his face to know that grin had turned devious. His tongue flicked the tip of my cock. When that didn’t get a reaction, he wrapped his lips around the head. He let go of my shaft but didn’t move any further. His fingers grazed my sack, eliciting a groan. I pushed my hips forward.
My cock worked into Simon’s mouth. I arched my back, trying to bury the length. He pulled back, making sure Icouldn’t get it all in. This was every session, a tease, dragging out the anticipation until one of us gave into our base instincts. Without a doubt, I’d be the first to cave.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
He gave my balls a firm tap, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. It blurred the line between pleasure and pain. When he did it a second time, I would have jumped had he not swallowed my cock to the base. My body didn’t know what to make of it. Instead, I let out a moan that’d wake adjacent rooms.
Simon let go of my cock, gasping for air. As soon as he sucked in a breath, he continued working up and down the length. His hand wrapped around my balls, holding me in place as he bobbed and slobbered.
I could have kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. I preferred watching the sexy bear as he serviced me. In three months, Simon knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and keep me dancing along the edge. If he was feeling mean, he’d take his time and draw it out into a night-long event.
“Oh, fuck…” It felt incredible, with the cool glass against my back and the love of my life pushing me toward an orgasm. His hands slid to my hips, guiding me in and out of his mouth. When they reached my ass, he pulled me forward, burying my cock down his throat. Squeezing each cheek, I groaned.
With one more up-and-down motion, I couldn’t hold back.
“I’m going to come,” I hissed.
His fingertips dug into my ass, holding me in place as my cock throbbed in his mouth. I writhed as I groaned, palms squeaking as they slid over the glass. Between the moans, Simon swallowed with an audible gulp. My body shook as I unloaded. I didn’t want him to stop, but my cock grew sensitive. It was the catch .22 of an orgasm.
Simon withdrew slowly as my tremors continued. With a delicate hand, he milked my cock, giving the tip one last swipe of the tongue. As quickly as the orgasm subsided, I wanted to do it again. Not because I needed to get off, but because the thought of my very own daddy bear gave me warm, fuzzy feelings.
Simon stood, and I grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. As I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, I could taste the saltiness of cum. As he leaned into me, I couldn’t dismiss the thick piece of meat brushing against my thigh.
“Your turn?” I whispered. It wasn’treallya question. I was more curious abouthowhe wanted his night to end. Some nights, I nursed on his cock until he came. Other nights, he pinned me to the bed while he used my ass as if he owned my hole.
Simon didn’t respond as he spun me about. He pushed between my shoulder blades, pressing my body along the window. I yelped again. I’m pretty sure I leaked more cum against the glass. We’d have to wipe it down before housekeeping came in the morning. Simon used his foot to spread my legs. My cock had softened, but the use of force already had it growing again.
Kissing along my neck, he traced my spine with hisfingertips. As they moved lower, they barely touched the skin, stopping just as they reached the cleft of my ass. Simon did the same with his lips, brushing lightly as he slid down my body. They didn’t stop as they reached my waist. He took his time. With every exhale, the heat washed across my ass.
His hands engulfed each cheek. The strength from years in the kitchen made me moan. My breath left a trail of fog on the window. His tongue traveled down my ass, and I nearly melted as he brushed against my hole. He didn’t tease, he didn’t make me beg. Simon slathered my hole in spit. I knew what he had in store, and that made me hard. I wanted Simon, the man I loved, deep inside me.
“On all fours.”
He didn’t need to make the demand twice. At the top of Simon’s preferences, drilling me until he came was his favorite. He never admitted it, but I think he liked making me come before fucking, so I was even tighter. Another bottom might object, but I enjoyed the rough ride, especially the moment he worked the entirety of his cock inside me.
“Yes, sir.” I headed toward the bed, ready to put my ass in the air.
“Wrong direction.”
I turned, confused. Simon slid the robe off his shoulders. He dragged it behind him while I watched that beautiful furry butt. He walked past the small couch facing the fireplace and flipped a switch on the wall. Click. Click. Click. Icouldn’t make out the sound, not until the fire sprang to life.
