I prowled toward Cay, my blood pumping hot. My cock was thick and heavy at this point, precum pooling at the tip at the mere thought of sinking into Cay’s tight heat. Of fucking him until we were both sweaty and sated. I couldn’t help but stroke my length before I climbed onto the bed and snagged the restraints. I’d only gotten wrist cuffs so far, but as I wrapped the first one around his wrist, the idea of getting more—ankle cuffs, rope, a harness—simmered in my brain. After I buckled the cuffs, I used the loops on them to place one at each post of my headboard.
Cay lay in the center of my bed on his back, his arms spread wide and those thick thighs open in invitation.
I all but dove to the mattress, hooking his legs around my shoulders. His pretty hole was exposed to me this way, and with the restraints keeping him pinned in place, I could tease and torment him as long as I wanted to. The first lap of my tongue to his hole had a sexy little noise escaping him, spurring me to dive right in. I nipped and sucked at the delicate skin, loving the way he shifted and moaned, unable to do anything but receive all the pleasure I wanted to give this beautiful, perfect man.
He was mine.
Cay was mine, and part of me still couldn’t believe it, but I would show him just how much that meant to me. Starting now.
Spit dripped down his crack, pooling onto my sheets, but I didn’t stop. He tasted a little earthy, and I thrust my tongue deeper into his hole.
“Fuck, Beck,” he moaned, writhing in my grip.
I devoured him like I was starved, needing to lap and suck and fuck my tongue into him until he was panting. His cock jutted up, precum glistening on the tip, but there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it with his hands pinned back by the restraints. Lust pulsed through me at the thought, my cock digging into the mattress. Heat surrounded me from the way his thighs caged me in, and I buried my face so deep into his lush ass I could barely breathe, but that was overrated anyway.
“Please, please, please,” Cay cried out, his low voice ragged. “I need your cock.”
Those words were pure dopamine to my brain, and I pulled away to suck in a breath. His hole was shiny and spit slicked from the attention I had given it, looking as tantalizing as ever.
“Let me grab a condom,” I said, leaning over toward my bedside dresser.
“Or we could…” Cay trailed off. “I’m negative.”
I paused to look at him. “Go bare?” I asked, needing the confirmation. “I’m negative too.”
“Yeah, I want to feel you inside me, no barriers,” he said, a soft hush to his voice that had me tumbling headfirst for him. Because I wanted that too, just as badly.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I said, reaching for the lube in my drawer but leaving the condoms aside. I’d never been bare in a partner. With my past girlfriends, I used them on reflex, most of those partners not lasting long enough to have the conversation.
With Cay, I wanted everything.
My hands trembled a little as I slicked my cock up with lube, the idea of sinking inside him like this overwhelming me. Spread out for me on my bed, his arms bound to my headboard, he was like a present I didn’t deserve, but one I was going to claim regardless.
“Please, Beck,” he said, those dark eyes fixed on me. The sincerity in them, the sheer need glowing on his features, did me in.
I settled between his spread legs, resisting the urge to dip down and spend more time licking him to delirium. My cock ached at this point, so hard I could scream, and I knew it would be a fight not to nut the second I thrust inside him. I lined my cock up with his hole and pushed inside, the motion so smooth it sent a ripple of bliss through me. Cay’s hole squeezed my shaft tight, and the mind-blowing heat that surrounded me was so intense I had to pause for a moment, buried to the root.
The sensation of sinking into him with no barriers was unlike anything I’d experienced before. The heat, the spark of that skin-to-skin contact, the way it felt like here in this moment as our souls entwined.
From the day I met Cay, he’d put me at ease like no one else. There was no performance, no low-grade worry about him judging me, and whenever my anxieties flared, he simply flashed me that grin and made life simpler. When our eyes met, I felt it deep in my bones: this was the person I’d spent my whole life looking for.
It had just taken a little longer and several realizations to get there.
“You feel so damn good,” I murmured before leaning down to brush my lips to his. If my voice came out a little hoarse, I wasn’t going to admit it. My chest ached with the emotions rushing through me, and when I pulled back to sink forward into him, the sheer bliss of the motion almost had my balls drawing up. I began to pump in and out of him, finding a sinful rhythm that had the moans pouring out from him. “God, Cay, you’re so fucking sexy.”
He wrapped his legs around me, digging his heels into my ass cheeks as he met me thrust for thrust, as if he needed my cock so badly he couldn’t wait. That was such a turn-on I couldn’t stand it.
“You’re so thick,” Cay rasped out. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
“That’s my line, babe,” I murmured, leaning down for another kiss that just arced electricity through me. I began to fuck into him harder, chasing the smooth glide inside his hole, nothing separating us. The way we moved in tandem, just muscles, sweat, and groans,my mind was reeling from the chase, from pure, animalistic need. Each slam into his hole let out a smack of our skin, and Cay’s moans grew loud as hell when I found the right spot. I thrust in relentlessly, needing to come with him, to feel us both spill over the edge together.
With how damn good he felt around my cock, I wasn’t lasting long, but based on the way his head tilted back, his eyes closed in surrender, he wouldn’t be either. I crushed overtop him, and his cock pressed against my stomach as I continued to fuck into him like I was possessed.
“You’re so good for me, Cay,” I said, my palms pushing into the mattress on either side of him. I fucked him hard and fast, the sounds of our breaths exploding out of us, mixing with the grunts and moans. His cock rubbed against my stomach, precum leaving a slick trail there. Sweat prickled along my forehead, and a drop trickled down my spine. “So fucking gorgeous.” His stare pierced right through my chest, this mix of tenderness and warmth I wanted to feel forever. Three little words rose to my lips, but I pushed them down. That time would come.
“Oh fuck, Beck, fuck.” He gasped. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me,” I said, each snap of my hips with purpose as I drove him to the brink.
