He whimpers. “I need you too.”
He guides his cock inside me, one inch at a time. I gasp and groan. Fingers and training plugs didn’t fully prepare me for the real thing, but fuck, his cock feels wonderful inside me. This hot, throbbing thing filling me up. Being inside Kian is amazing, but this is something else entirely.
He leans over me, his hands pushing against the mattress on either side of my shoulders. He kisses my forehead. “Are you good?”
“Yes. More than good. Amazing.”
He claims my mouth and thrusts. His stomach rubs over my cock, providing welcome friction. When he’s not kissing me, he’s staring into my eyes. Everything about him makes me quiver like a leaf caught in a breeze. He is my everything. The centre of my universe. I am the earth, and he is my sun. His love brings me warmth, and I would happily bask in it forever. And oh, the way he moves inside me is divine. I never knew anything could feel this good or this intense.
“Kian.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re amazing.”
“You’re pretty awesome too.” His lips crash to mine again. He whimpers and moans into my mouth. “I’m not going to last,” he whispers. Regret floods into his eyes. “I don’t do this often. “I—” Frustration etches itself in the tightness of his lips and the set of his jaw. “I’m sorry. I wanted to last until you came. I—”
“It’s okay. Come.”
He releases a groan, presses his forehead against my shoulder, and thrusts a few more times as his cock pulses inside me. Panting, he lies still, still inside me, his body draped over mine like a comforting blanket.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“Don’t be.” I kiss his temple. “That was amazing. We can work on timing.”
Kian chuckles. “Practise makes perfect.”
“It does. We’ll have to practise lots. You topping me. Me topping you.”
“We will. Fuck, I love you, Jett.”
“I love you too.” I flick my tongue over my bottom lip. “Do you think you could ride my cock to finish me off?”
He lifts his head. “Do you want me to untie you first?”
“No. I can’t imagine anything sexier than having you ride me while I’m bound. Anything sexier than what we’ve already done anyway.”
Kian chuckles and grabs the lube. “Do you mind if I stay inside you for a moment?”
“No. You feel wonderful.”
He fingers his arse, and fuck, it’s a gorgeous sight. I’m torn between meeting his stare and watching the movement of his arm. He’s finger fucking his arse while his cock is inside me. I shudder and suck in a breath so I don’t spill my load before I’m inside him.
He doesn’t spend long warming himself up. He kisses me, eases out of me, and hurries to fetch a second condom. He rolls it onto my hard cock, squats over me, and lowers himself.
“I won’t last long,” I say.
“That’s okay.”
He arches his back and rides me hard and fast. Sweat bejewels his skin. He pants and moans. I groan, my stomach crunching as my cock pulses and my balls empty their load into the condom. He flops forward, head pressed to my chest, harsh breaths puffing over my skin.
“That was amazing,” I say. “All of it.”
“It really was.”
“The cuffs were hot.”
“They were. I know I joked about using them, but I never have before.”
