HE DESERVES A REWARD

            DOMINIC WHITMOORE

Jesus Christ.

He’s a dream. His soft breaths, and whimpers that make it incredibly difficult to be sane as he tries to keep silent. The only reason I’m holding a knife is so I can be as close to him as possible. He smells so good too. A perfect mix of soft and earthy.  

Of course he thought it was a cooking app. He’s that innocent.

It only makes me want to ruin him all the more, turn his little noises up a notch and hear him come apart for me.

I do my best to keep from leaning into him too much.

But it’s all too much. The hard planes of his back muscles pressed against my chest. His shampoo tickling my nostrils. I want to put my face everywhere his skin covers and taste every inch of him.

However, I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to do. As much as I want him, I need him to want this. Consent is important to me.

 Soft, yet calloused hands that would fit perfectly around my cock holds on to the knife with a loose grip. I know he’s considering it. I watched his brown irises blow when I told him he was here so I could fuck him.

I said consent is important to me, but I didn’t say I play fair.

Lightly blowing against his ear, and a shiver runs through him, his body brushing mine in turn.

Fuck.

He’s so fucking responsive, I doubt he knows he’s doing it. I have half the mind to do even more to him just to pull out more reactions from him.

“You okay?” I murmur lowly. His full body shiver doesn’t go unnoticed by me. The way he clutches the counter too. He doesn't respond and I wonder if it’s because he didn’t hear me.

Then he takes it all a step further.

“Hey,” I start, my voice small, I lick my lips.

“I uh.. last night. I didn’t… I didn’t disobey you.”

Fuck me.

He didn’t take care of the boner he’d been spotting. Even when he didn’t really know what I was talking about. Like a good boy that’ll do anything I ask him to. And if that isn’t a fucking turn on, nothing else is.

He deserves a reward.

I turn his body to face me, my eyes roam his reddened cheeks, and eyes that dart everywhere but my face. I nearly purr. He’s perfect. I’m tempted to say he was made for me.

The back of my hand trails down the side of his face. He leans into the touch, his body giving an involuntary shiver. Goosebumps sprout along his face, arms and visible skin. I want to lick it all away.

Calm down, Dominic, don’t scare him.

 “Look at me, Dimples.”

He drags his eyes to my face with effort. His hands dance together nervously in front of him.

His clear, beady eyes look up at me, and I think they resemble a puppy.

 “I’m going to give you a reward for being a good boy for me, do you want that?”

He chews the insides of his cheeks, drawing my attention to his raspberry lips. I want to taste him and see if he tastes as good as he looks. But he’s vibrating a nervous energy.

“It won’t mean you’re anything to me. You’re not my sub.” As much as it pains me to say. But I’m serious about it, I won’t do anything he doesn’t want me to do.

He blushes even harder somehow. Is that how he’d look with cock between those lips? He let slip that he’s a virgin, i kept my hands crossed to hide the excitement that flowed through my veins. He’s my blank sheet.

“I don’t…” he starts in that surprisingly deep voice. His pink tongue darts out to wet his lips and I lean forward, catching a hitch in his breath. Our lips brush, and I perceive the strawberry lip balm he’s put on.

God damn.

I will never think of strawberry without thinking of these perfect kissable lips.

“Can I kiss you?” my eyes do a slow crawl to his face, his eyes are pinched shut, and it doesn’t look like he’s breathing.

He gives a small nod.

“Words, Dimples.” I murmur, letting my breath roll over his pretty lips.

His mouth parts, and I wait patiently for the words I need to hear. After all, what I promised him is patience.

“Yes, please.”

I kiss him softly, letting our mouths brush softly, drawing the softest sighs from him. His lips are even softer than I imagined, soft, pillowy. Perfect.

A groan slips out of me when he grabs a tentative hold of my arms. I deepen the kiss, eating him hungrily.

He lets out a drawn out moan and I eat that as well. It’s clear he doesn’t know what he’s doing, still he kisses me back softly, mimicking me, a fast study, nipping at my lips.

I’ve never felt so good just kissing someone. It’s a perfect balance of his novice and both our hunger. At the first entrance of my tongue in his mouth, he melts against me.

“Ahhhh.” he breaths, his hold on me tightening.

His cock rubs against mine, and I chase that friction. Rubbing along this fast growing cock and not getting enough.

I let my hand cup him through his jeans, he whimpers into my mouth. I leave my hand there, not moving, just settled, while running my tongue on top of his, tangling our tongues together until he’s completely melted against me.

Then my hand resumes working.

I don’t do this. I train first. Safe words. Getting them familiar with my rules, my expectations. But he’d held off of touching himself for me. He didn’t even know he was being obedient in the way I wanted.

He deserves this reward.

I pull away from the kiss to look him in the eye, there’s a string of saliva connecting our mouths when I pull away from him.

His lips are perfectly swollen, his cheeks and lips are competing against each other to be redder than the other. His pupils are blown out.

God. Fuck.

I lean in to kiss him again, he opens his mouth, granting me access to his velvety heat. Kissing him goes straight to my head. I can only imagine how inside him feels.

“Mmmm.” he moans when I kiss him harder than intended from just thinking about his ass.

This time when I pull away, he chases after me with his mouth open, small whimpers slipping out of them. I give in to him. The other hand snaking around his neck as I hold him in place, kissing him hard.

When I pull away the third time, I speak fast.

“Why were you so hard last night? What were you thinking of?” I was hard because I thought he was thinking of being my sub. I was thinking of how perfect he is. His perfect mouth and dimples.

It makes me mad that he wasn’t thinking about that at all yet he was hard. Was he thinking about someone else?

My hand on his hard cock, squeezes lightly, drawing a whimper out of him.

His head hangs as pleasure rolls off him. I like making him this way. He rests a hand on my arm, his breath quickening. His neck is beautifully red, the tips of his ears too. It’ll be a shame to let go of someone who can turn perfect colors for me.

He might not want this again, and this will be my only chance at touching him. I’ll be damned if I don’t make good use of my time with him.

His hips roll forward, whining when he doesn’t get enough friction.

“Were you thinking of someone else? A crush perhaps?” I don’t want to know the answer if he was indeed thinking of some other man.

“Ahhh..” he moans. His moan is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I want to do all sorts of things to him.

“Dimples, do you want me to pull out your dick and touch it?”

He groans, the sound tight and small.

“You said… you said this was a reward.” he pants again.

I chuckle, he’s a smartass that’s for sure.

“Yeah, but before you get it, I want to know if thinking about cooking got you all hard and bothered. If that’s the case, it’ll be the first of that kink I’ll be hearing.”

“Your back!” he sputters.

My hand slows it’s torture.

He’s breathing through his mouth when I tip his head forward, so he’s looking at me. I watch him try to duck back. I don’t let him.

“You saw my profile picture.” I’m not asking. Cameron had set my profile, he’d taken the picture when we went to a pool party and used that picture without cross checking with me.

But it is a very flattering picture.

“You wanted to jerk off to the back of the man you thought was going to teach you to cook, in his spare time.”

His blush deepens, eyes darting away.

“Look at me, Dimples.” he brings his eyes to my face and I almost come undone.

“Always keep your eyes on me.”

He nods.

I lean down and capture his lower lip in mine, sucking on it until he cries in pleasure.

“No need to be ashamed. You have no idea how good that makes me feel, that while I lusted after you, you lusted after me as well. I even jerked off to the picture you sent.”

 He gasps, pretty eyes widening.

“No fair, you told me–”

He chokes on his words when my hand sinks into his jeans and pulls his dick out. He mutters a barrage of cuss words. I’d have laughed if I wasn’t sucked into the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen.

His cock is a good size, weeping from the red head.

I spit in my hand, drawing a shocked breath from him. His eyes stay on me when I wrap my hand around him.

“I’m going to make it so good for you.” I promise.

And I don’t even have to try, a few strokes in, Dimples convulses in my hands as he comes hard.

I stare at him in amusement.

“It’s your eyes. When you look at me like that.” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

I bring my cum stained fingers to my lips, his part in surprise as he watches me. I suck on my finger and hum appreciatively. He tastes so fucking good.

I decide I’m not letting him go.

Stepping close to him, so we’re chest to chest. I ask him seriously,

 “What do I have to do to make you my sub?”