“Open your eyes,” I grunted, finding purchase for my hands around his hips. “If I wanted you to have your eyes closed for this, I would have kept the blindfold on.”
It looked like it took work, but Hendrix complied, blinking quickly until his eyes were at least halfway open.
“I want you to see how good this tight hole of yours makes me feel, yeah?” I started to move after that, a long and slow slide that had every muscle in my body shaking from the restraint.
When his eyes would close, I would stop.
When they opened, I would start again.
I took Hendrix’s erection into my hand, giving him a loose and slow handjob while I fucked him. His frustration mounted the longer I went on, every whimper and twist of his body proof that he was as amped up as I was. But while I’d given in and fucked him to start the night, I was nowhere near being done with his body, or his cock.
“Bear down,” I told him, pace turning unbalanced. “Fuck me back. Work for it.”
Sweat broke out on my temples, slicking down my cheeks and into the corners of my mouth. I swiped it away, reaching for Hendrix and grabbing his mouth. I shoved three fingers inside, depressing his tongue and fucking toward his throat. I wanted him overwhelmed by me, consumed by me. And even with me in two of his holes, it wouldn’t come close to how fucking absorbed I was by him. I pushed down against his tongue and he gagged, arching off the bed. Every muscle in his body convulsed and that was all I needed. Watching the way his eyes closed reflexively as he choked, and the way he forced them back open, wide black pools seeking me out.
I was a goner.
“Good boy,” I praised him, hips stuttering as I came inside of him.
His eyes rolled back when I stilled, my cock thickening and spurting, filling him with what felt like more cum than I’d ever shot in my entire life.
“Good boy. Just like that.” I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, dragging them over his chin and down his throat. Flattening my hand against his chest, I pushed deeper, relishing the way my balls felt emptying into the depths of his body.
My chin fell against my chest and I sucked in a breath.
“Just like that,” I said again, finally stilling completely.
I closed my eyes, waiting for my heart to slow, waiting for Hendrix’s heart to slow. Beneath my hand, his chest was slick with sweat and his heart hammered, violent and barely contained. It mirrored how I felt, with way too many feelings swirling around to risk opening my mouth again.
Finally, I opened my eyes, the words swallowing themselves down when I realized Hendrix had been watching me the whole time, his eyes wide open now. Because, of course, he had been watching me. I had told him to and he was doing what he’d been told.
His cock rested against his stomach, hard and leaking, abandoned and ignored. I eased my dick out of him, moving back down between his legs and shoving my face between his cheeks. I kissed him until he whimpered, until I could taste my own cum leaking out of him. The sounds that left him, the way his body fought against the restraints to reach for everything I promised him, it was the headiest aphrodisiac. It was enough to remind me that I was nowhere near done with the pleasure I wanted to give this man.
Some of my cum had trickled out of his ass, and with one finger, I pushed it all back inside. Hendrix cursed under his breath, and I stood. Slowly. Because I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me, their support coming as a pleasant surprise. I let out a breath and pulled the end of the rope, releasing his hands from the bed, but not from the cuffs.
“That was real good of you,” I said, stepping back, around the pillow he’d thrown down earlier. “Come here now.”
Hendrix climbed off the bed after me, his legs shakier than mine. I caught him and righted him, pressing a half-openmouthed kiss against his lips. He moaned, tongue tangling with mine until I pulled back again. It was too easy to get lost in him, too easy to lose time, lose my fucking mind.
“Can you taste us both there?” I whispered, pushing the blindfold back up over his eyes. “Your sweat and my cum?”
“Yes.” His voice sounded strangled, and I fisted my cock, putting another inch between us.
“Are you good?” I asked.
“Yes,” Hendrix answered quickly.
“Good.” I settled my hands on his shoulders and gave a gentle push toward the floor. “Now keep being the good boy I know you are and get on your knees for me.”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Hendrix
Miles’s cumleaked out of my ass as I kneeled on the pillow, legs trembling and chest heaving. He latched the cuffs together and stepped closer, rubbing his sticky and half-soft cock against my lips. Without thought, my mouth fell open, and he shoved the whole length inside. With his hands in my hair, nails digging into the back of my head, Miles fucked against my face until his cock started to harden again. His swelling member pushed against my soft palate, my tongue, the backs of my teeth. My eyes began to water and I gagged, my throat tightening around the thick head of his dick.
Miles calling me a good boy did something to me that I couldn’t explain, but my old and already over-stimulated cock didn’t hate any of it. My balls ached for how full and tight they were, but Miles’s hard-again cock made it clear relief was nowhere in sight for me.
I briefly wondered what would be worse—coming too much or not coming at all, but the quick withdrawal of his shaft from my mouth snapped me back to the present, erasing both concerns in one go.
