I was currently on top of him and we we're making out desperately like we have both been waiting for this moment to happen again. I am glad that George is with me on this vacation or else this would have been another extremely boring University tour and I am so tired of those. None of the other universities have been appealing to me honestly which is stressing me out.

I get pulled back to reality when I feel him slip his tongue into my mouth and his arms squeeze my lower waist to pull me down onto him roughly. I can't help myself from groaning into the kiss.

I flip us over so that I am lying down on the bed and he is in a position of riding me. I tightly grab his hips and push him down rhythmically so he is grinding on me. His mouth is agape as he stares down at me breathing heavily.

His hair is all messed up from our previous position and he tries speeding up the movement but I only grip at him harder, making sure he knows once again that in the bedroom I am the one in control.

"Kiss me pretty boy" I demand lowly and he does immediately as I'd asked, bending over and kissing my neck as I lay my head back against the pillow. A feeling of satisfaction and confidence growing over me as I have not only the prettiest boy I've ever seen do as I please with no questions asked, it's the fact that it's George.

He starts sucking down onto my skin and it feels so good, my breathing start to pick up at the friction between us. I move my hands to his ass and pull him down roughly, meeting the action with my hips. I feel him moan against my neck.

He starts peppering me with soft kisses on my jawline as he speaks up, evidently trying to plead nicely to get me to do what he says, "Clay can you fuck me please?" he asks through a sweet tone.

I pull his head up by his hair and I can feel him squirming on top of me, the feeling in my pants only growing tighter. He stares at me with doe eyes awaiting my reply.

"And why should I do that?" I taunt. I love messing with him in these types of situations.

He whines, "I need it so bad"

I chuckle at his confession, "be honest with me sweetheart, touching yourself isn't enough anymore is it?" I say raising an eyebrow expectantly.

He remains quiet, rutting down against me.

I tug harder at his hair, "answer me"

He shakes his head which makes me smirk. I sit up so now he is sitting on my lap.

I move to whisper in his ear, "have you been thinking about this ever since I fucked you so good"

He nods with his eyes closed without hesitation.

"Well if you so desperately need me, why don't you get on your knees and be a good boy for me, then I'll decide if you deserve it or not"

This is when he decides he wants to be bratty again. "No, I want you now" he says demandingly. I click my tongue in disapproval and I lift him off me.

I start stripping on the bed as he stands at the edge of it, staring at me. He clearly assumes I will be doing what he asked but little does he know that will not be the case. He starts taking his shirt off and then going to reach for the hem of his sweatpants. I'm now sitting fully naked and grab at his wrists to stop him. He looks down to me in confusion. "What do you think you're doing?" I say cocking my head to the side

"What"

"You didn't think I was giving you want you wanted did you?" I say in a mocking tone.

He rolls his eyes and huffs out, "why do you always have to be so difficult"

I chuckle lowly, "I'm not the one who desperately 'needs me'" I say through air quotes making fun of his whiny tone. "If you aren't gonna do what I ask then fine" I shrug and let go off his wrists. I stand up in front of him maintaining eye contact the whole time, seeing as he has to go from looking down at me to cranking his neck up fuels my ego. I walk over acting uninterested and sit on the couch in the corner, propping myself comfortably.

I can tell he is still confused and definitely debating on what to do next, seeming how unsure he is standing.

I put one hand behind my head and I wrap the other around my cock, slowly moving up and down my length.

George turns to fully face me at this moment and I just watch him, just looking at him makes me feel things so it's easy to get myself off when he is around. The redness on his cheeks spread across his face as his gaze falls down to my actions. "Clay what the hell are you doing?" he says breathily.

"Getting myself off since you won't, just stand there and look pretty princess" I say nonchalantly.

When looking at him I see his legs shaking as he stares at me, licking his lips like he wants nothing more than to fall to his knees before me. He looks like he wants it so bad by the way he can't get his eyes off me, which makes me smirk.

I lay my head back against the couch and breathe heavily when I reach my tip and slick my thumb over my slit.

After a few more seconds I suddenly feel shuffling in front of me and I lift my head up slightly to see George dropping to his knees in front of me. The power trip I feel right now is unreal. "This is just pathetic" I say and take my free hand that was behind my head to tip his chin up so he looks me in the eye. He looks desperate and needy.

"And why should I let you huh? I thought you didn't want to" I say lowly awaiting his reply. When he doesn't say anything I pull his face closer and tap my tip on his plump lips.

"Answer and you can get on with it"

"Please Clay, I need it" he confesses in a whisper like tone.

"Apologize for not being good" I coo sweetly, now moving to wrap my hand in his hair and running my fingers through it soothingly, coaxing him to be good for me.

He gulps and replies "I'm sorry, I'll be good"

The hand in his hair tightens and I feel satisfied as I got what I wanted, George on his knees before me. I have imagined this moment so many times and the fact that I am finally getting what I have so badly desired makes butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"Have at it princess" I smirk and push his face closer, using my other hand to direct my dick back on his lips. When I hold him there he whines and tries to stick his tongue out to get a taste, clearly annoyed I'm not letting him go any further.

"Eager are we?" I taunt and chuckle whine he squirms beneath me. I finally loosen my hold on him and let him wrap his lips around my length which causes me to sigh.

He starts bobbing his head rhythmically and when he gets all the way to the bottom I hold him there. He starts digging his nails into my thighs and I love how I have completely rendered him useless. "I like having you on your knees before me, it's satisfying" I admit breathily and pull him back up.

He pulls off with a pop and saliva starts dripping down his chin. "You look so pretty like this" I praise, "keep being good and I'll give you what you want"

He nods in understanding and goes back down for more, swirling his tongue around my tip and bobbing faster than he was doing before. I can't help but let out small groans since he is taking me so easily and I let my head fall back against the cushions when he once again takes all of me in his mouth, swallowing around me.

"Fuck George just like that" I say through pants and I feel him moan around me which makes me feel even better if that's even possible. I can tell he is enjoying this as much as myself since one of his pants is slightly touching himself.

After a bit longer I pull him off and tell him to strip. While he's doing that I continue to jerk myself off, loving the sight of him getting undressed for me. He positions himself on my lap and we starts making out once again, and immediately he starts grinding on top of me.

I reach over to the counter that is beside the couch and grab the lube I stored in there beforehand.

He breaks the kiss and gives me a questioning look, "why do you have that?" he asks, voice hoarse from before.

I laugh and pop the bottle open, "what? I knew you were gonna be here" I shrug

"So you just assumed I would want to fuck you?" He scoffs annoyed by my cockiness.

"I didn't assume, I knew you would" I slap his ass roughly and he gasps, "now stop being a brat, you were doing so well"

He mewls and stays quiet as I look up to him for consent before slipping my fingers into him.

I prep him for a few minutes until he starts really getting into it, and when he lets out a loud moan and a string of curse words I realize I have found his prostate, hitting it repeatedly.

"Yes yes right there fuck!" he lets out through wanton moans.

I can tell he is getting close to his high so I pull out before hand, earning a displeased whine and him continuing to rut against me in search for any type of friction.

"No I was so close" he complains eagerly .

"I know, I know darling" I reply rubbing myself up.

"I want you to ride me" I say lifting him out and lining my dick up to his entrance, slowly lowering him down onto me.

I love the gasp he lets out when I first enter him, making sure to go slow so I don't hurt him. As soon as I bottom out I pepper him with kisses, whispering sweet praises in his ear. He takes a while to adjust just rocking back and forth onto me until he tells me he is ready for me to move. I grip his ass with both my hands and move him up and down my length, starting slow and gradually getting faster with each thrust.

He grabs my shoulders and already looks a mess, pre cum leaking from his dick since I had stopped him from orgasming while prepping him.

"Who's dick makes you feel this good?" I ask lowly in his ear, continuing my movement.

When he moans but doesn't give me an answer I thrust upwards at the same time I pull him down onto me, making him scream. "Words George"

"Yours! Only yours!" He screams out.

This makes me absolutely loose it and I flip us over without any warning, earning a yelp from him. I am now on top of him and pounding harder in search for his prostate.

When I finally find it, his head falls back and his back arches as he lets out the loudest moan I have heard from him all night. I keep up my unrelenting pace and reach for his dick, moving at the same pace I am.

I decide to tease him a bit, "what's your name George?" I ask mockingly.

"I- I don't, I can't" he pants, "fuck please can I cum"

I chuckle finding it amusing how he can't even comprehend what I am saying, too focused on the immense pleasure I am causing him.

"Yes go ahead sweetheart" I coo and he spills all over me, his body arching off the couch like he is floating. The sight makes me finish into him shortly after and we ride our orgasms out together.

After we finished I carried him to the shower and we took one together, ironic since he didn't want to have one with me earlier. He was practically using me to lean on the whole time but I didn't mind one bit. We got in bed and with no thought we snuggled into the same bed together.

He's tracing lines on my stomach gently and I have been debating with myself if I should finally speak what has been on my mind all night.

"George" I whisper.

"Clay" he replies using the same tone.

"I like you" I admit, my heart racing a million miles per hour he can probably hear it since his head is resting on my chest. "I mean, I like like you" I clarify nervously.

He lifts his head up to look up at me and gives me a soft smile,

"I like like you too"