“Knowing your parents, that makes total sense. What does it mean in Norwegian?”
“It means the tip of the arrow,” he says, nudging his fresh hard-on against my hip.
“Odd, baby, I hate to say this, but…you can pop your eyebrows or widen your eyes, but when you do both at the same time, it’s a major boner killer.”
Laughing, he trails his fingers down my hips and over the steel cage, stopping to tap the tip. “Bullshit. He’s fluffing up quite nicely, and look at this pretty string of precum.” He demonstrates by lifting his finger and showing off the little droplet before lightly swirling his finger around the head.
I shrug, growing half-hard inside the cage.
“Mind if I give him a little kiss? Maybe try to get him interested again?”
I growl under my breath. “You know he’s already interested again.”
“I do,” he says, holding my gaze as he dips down to lick the tip of my cock. He hums around the edges, then opens his mouth, drawing it inside.
“Fuck, baby. You are so good at that.”
He hums a bit more, tonguing the frenulum.
I push him away from me and roll onto my side, ass facing him. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll…”
I look at him over my shoulder and he’s already slicking himself with lube. “You’ll do what?” he asks, pushing himself into me.
“I’ll uhhhh…” I go speechless as he bottoms out. “Never mind. You may continue.”
He laughs, molding himself against my back, wrapping his arm around my chest, pulling me closer still. “This okay?”
I tip my chin up for a kiss. “Yes.”
We have a few moments of coordinating hand placement and thrust cadence, but what we lack in grace, we make up for in enthusiasm. I don’t come as quickly as I did last night, but he finds and focuses on my prostate, ruthless as he rubs against it again and again and again.
His fingers trail down my chest and once again over the cage. Starting with a teasing touch, he builds up to tightening the ring of his fingers around the base of my head, gently stroking me between head and cage. Gentle and effective. Gentle and mind-blowing.
“Odd…”
“Me too,” he says on a big shudder and a moan, warmth filling my insides.
I clench to milk him as much as possible, and his talented fingers finally draw out another honest-to-goodness orgasm, sending pleasure rocketing through my body. As I’m peaking, I force my body to go slack, avoiding the pain from before. Until this very moment, I used to resent the mechanics of coming while caged. But, with so much of my body acting as a cage, knowing how to release without the painful tension allows the pleasure to wash over me like waves crashing on the shore.
We breathe heavily for a few more minutes, then he pulls out of me, using an old T-shirt to clean up the mess he made. Resituating ourselves so I’m on my back and he’s hugging my side, we melt into each other, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more loved or accepted in my life.
We rest for most of the day, breaking for a quick visit to my local gym, where they have great equipment for my modified workouts.
“Fuck,” he swears, breathless after a typical chest and ab set for me. “No wonder you’re so ripped. I think I saw God.”
“That’s what you said last night,” I tease, throwing a towel at his head.
He laughs and pulls me up into a dizzying kiss, and we’re greeted by laughter and clapping from the locals. He takes a bow and whispers in my ear, “They’re not as fun as the guys at Wrecked, but they’re good people. I could get used to it here.”
The implication is that he wants to be here at least enough to warrant coming back to this gym. And suddenly, the decision I’ve been struggling with for weeks becomes startlingly, electrifyingly clear.
It’s time to give the other Dr. Bash a call.
19
DeShaun
I just saw Odd out and still have the taste of his lips on my tongue.
