“Good guess, baby,” he says, sweeping the duster across my limbs, up my inner thigh, drifting it over my cock and balls.
Suddenly his body covers mine, his mouth once again on my nipples, his tongue pushing under the edge of the sucker, releasing it into his warm mouth.
He repeats this with the other nipple, and the rush of blood is intense.
“Fuck, that made your nipples so fat,” he says, licking and sucking the poor overworked skin.
Frustrated and needing…more…I push down against the toy in a rocking rhythm, wishing the vibrations were a little stronger as I arch into Junior’s sucking, teasing mouth. He pulls away and…feathers again. He traces them over my swollen spit-slicked nipples and down the middle of my torso and belly, swirling around the tip of my cock before sweeping them down my legs and across the bottoms of my feet.
My toes curl from so much sensation and not nearly enough pressure.
The tickling sweep of the feathers disappears, and I can’t tell if I’m relieved or disappointed. After a few seconds, broad oily hands stroke up and down my torso, sliding down to my hips, bypassing my hungry cock, to my inner thighs, behind my knees, and up again.
The fan overhead chills my skin even further, and his warm hands continue their pattern, warming my skin, letting it cool again, ignoring my cock.
“Please,” I beg. “Please touch me. Please let me come.”
His voice is in my ear again, deep and dark. “Good boy.”
The beads are slowly removed, one tortuous thunk at a time.
“God, look at this hole. So open and needy.”
“Please…”
His weight shifts between my thighs, and—fuck, yes—he pushes his swollen condom-covered cock inside me. The movement tugs on all my bindings, his hairy belly rasping against my sensitive dick.
He drowns me with kisses until I feel like I’m losing my mind. I roll my hips, trying for the tiniest scrap of friction, nearly crying from need.
Carefully, he reaches between us and finally—finally—strokes me.
“Close,” I gasp.
He’s merciful and keeps stroking.
“Close,” I warn again.
“Come, Tanner,” he commands, angling his cock just so, tagging my overworked nerves until my body takes over.
I pull against my bindings as I roll my hips, the inability to see heightening everything. Pleasure squeezes my balls and cum rockets from the tip of my cock like a geyser. Seconds later, his fingers are in my mouth, feeding me my release as he continues his slow, pistoning grind into my ass.
His body goes stiff with pleasure, and he buries himself to the hilt through his shuddering release. The tension leaves as quickly as it came and his heavy body sinks down into mine, boneless.
I wait a moment, but I can’t help the grin.
“Yeah, we’ll be doing that again.”
He pushes the mask off my face, running his hands up my arms and down to my hands, releasing them.
“Yes, we will.”
He slowly shifts his hips back, leaving me, tying up his condom and tossing it before gently releasing my bound ankles and removing the black silicone cock ring from my spent dick.
“Any part you didn’t like?” he asks, crawling next to me, pushing the hair off my forehead.
Still feeling floaty and soft, I shake my head. “I loved every part of it. Even when you were torturing my nipples, I loved it.”
“I didn’t hurt them too much, did I?” he asks, drifting his fingertips over the nipples in question.
