Charlie looked into the duffel. “You have an entire bag of lollipops in here.”
“I like the flavor. I buy them in bulk and order the strawberry chapstick in packs of four.” Shit. The lipstick info was not supposed to come out. Well, Charlie didn’t seem to notice, busy retrieving the neon pink bands.
“Let me guess—no one would steal them?” He waved the rubber in the air as he brought it over.
“Exactly.” I grinned and wiggled my toes.
Charlie tied my ankles to bedposts, making sure my blood flow was fine.
I tested the bonds by pulling my legs together. “Oh, that’s such a good way to train inner thigh muscles.”
Charlie chuckled. “Trust you to find a workout opportunity in everything. Now relax.” He pushed me to lay back and found the lube standing in plain sight on my nightstand next to a box of tissues. He said nothing, but gave me a wicked look of understanding, then climbed between my legs.
I didn’t know what I was expecting, but when Charlie’s tongue passed over my pucker; I tensed and threw my head back. Good thing he’d tied me up.
“Is that okay?” Charlie asked, massaging the delicate spots on both sides of my balls with his thumbs.
“Yes. It’s just new. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t for what felt like days filled with his hot tongue, bringing me an intense sensation I’ve never known before. Soon, I was a writhing mess. Charlie worked magic over my hole while squeezing my inner thighs, pressing his fingers into the places I didn’t know were so sensitive to erotic play. However, the pinpricks of pleasure his hands sent through me were nothing compared to him paying so much attention to my pucker.
“I’ll use a finger now.”
“Please.” I wiggled my ass, the movement spreading my pre-cum over my abdomen. If he’d touched my dick now, I’d burst.
Charlie must have known that because he avoided my cock.
Cool gel dripped from my balls to my ass, and a slick finger prodded at my hole. I panted, grabbing the sheets on both sides of me.
“Breathe and relax. I’ll make it feel good.”
“It already does. Fuck, Charlie, I feel like my body is on an elevated plane of existence.” I took a deep breath and released it in a squeal as I felt the intrusion. I clenched instinctively, but forced myself to relax. “So good.”
Charlie worked his digit in deeper and it felt completely different from the time I played using my own fingers. Then the second one slid in, stretching me, turning me into a moaning mess. Every few thrusts, Charlie added lube, making the initial slight burn disappear.
“That’s it, Cupcake. You’re doing so well.” Charlie’s voice had a guttural quality to it, as if he was enjoying it as much as I was.
He put one hand on my lower abdomen while keeping fingers of the other in me. Then a wave of intense pleasure and pressure spread from where he was touching me and through my body.
“Holyfuckingshit!” I arched, but Charlie held onto me, pressing on the spot inside me again. “Jesus Christ!”
“Nope. But it’s definitely your prostate.” Charlie’s wicked laughter of triumph floated in the air like music.
“I didn’t know—Ah!—That it could feel that way.” I had the urge to close my eyes, but I fought it to watch Charlie’s flushed face as he took my cock in his free hand and stoked.
My body was possessed by a sex demon named Charlie and I writhed accordingly, thankful for the binds around my ankles.
Charlie hummed appreciatively. “That’s it. Let go. Come for me, Cupcake.”
The inhuman noise filling the room was coming from me as I came for what seemed like forever. Cum shot on my abdomen and chest but I felt like it should reach the ceiling and punch a hole through it. My body was a trembling jelly, and I was sure I wouldn’t walk for a week.
Charlie dipped a finger into my spunk and put it into his mouth.
I groaned. He was threatening to shorten my refractory period to a minute. Then he scooped my cum with two fingers and slid them into my ass.
The ring was sensitive, but Charlie’s movements were like a massage.
I alternated between whimpering and moaning, but when Charlie licked my cum-streaked hole, tears sprang into my eyes. He moved away, quickly wiping his hands and my belly with the towel we discarded on the floor.
