CHAPTER18
KYLE
Fucking hell. Haru looks gorgeous, tied to my bed. But it’s more than that. He’s placing so much trust in me. I’m humbled beyond words, just like I was the night he let me fuck his mouth. I might not understand his desire to submit, but I appreciate it. Yet those emotions aren’t responsible for the quiver in my belly or the flutter in my heart. He’s becoming my everything. I should tell myself I can’t fall for him, but it’s too late. I’ve fallen hard, and looking back, I’m damned if I can pinpoint when it happened. But that’s the thing. It wasn’t one moment, one conversation, or one sexual encounter. It was a process that started before he came back to Leeds.
“You’re so pretty.” I lie beside him, cupping his cheek and kissing him.
I’m glad he decided not to wear the ball gag. I wouldn’t be enjoying his hot, needy mouth right now if he’d wanted to. He whimpers against my lips. Every part of him is trembling.
“Are you cold, baby?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to untie you?”
“Fuck, no. I’m fine.”
“But you’re—”
“I know. It’s good. I promise. I need you, Sir.”
I trust him. He has safewords, and he will use them.
I shift onto my knees and make my way down the bed slowly, pausing often to kiss his beautiful body. I tell him how gorgeous he looks before and after every soft, slow kiss. The look in his eyes makes me shiver. Damn. He’s everything.
When I reach his still-hard cock, I waste no time taking it deep into my mouth. I hum my appreciation as I bob my head up and down his shaft, sucking and licking.
He hisses in a breath and presses the back of his head into the pillow. “That feels so good, Sir.”
I grin, chuckle, and carry on sucking. It’s easy to get off on his moans and groans.
“So good,” he repeats until his voice is a sexy, mewling whine.
I pop my mouth off his cock and kneel upright. “Do you want a turn, pretty boy?” I gesture to my cock.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
I straddle him, kneeling over his chest. I grasp his hair and use my hand to grip the base of my cock. “Open your mouth, beautiful.”
He stretches his lips wide, letting me slide my cock into his mouth. He sucks and licks my shaft.
“Oh fuck, gorgeous. You’re so good at sucking my cock. You look so hot with it stuffed into your mouth.” I grind my hips slowly, keeping my thrusts shallow. I’m aware he won’t be able to take me as deep as he did when he was kneeling up. “Oh god, your mouth and tongue are amazing. I can’t get enough of having my cock in your hot mouth. Damn, I might just fuck your beautiful mouth until I come down your throat. I want you to suck me dry, baby.”
He whimpers and looks at me with wide, pleading eyes.
“You want my cock in your arse, don’t you, baby?”
He makes an affirmative sound.
“I’m hard thinking about it.” And because he’s doing an amazing job of sucking me off. “Oh, baby, you make me feel so good. I’m so lucky to have you. So fucking lucky to be your Dom.”
He shivers and, for a moment, doesn’t lick or suck. He finds his stride again, sucking so hard I almost come on the spot. I pull my cock free of his mouth to stop that from happening. I smear pre-cum over his lips and chin. Marking him. Claiming him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I feel beautiful.”
“You’ll look even more stunning soon.”
