“But that’s half the fun,” Jesse replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Besides, I’ve been fantasizing about having you at my mercy for years. Let me enjoy it.”
His tongue flicked out suddenly, just a quick swipe across the head of my cock that made me arch off the bed.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my body shuddering from that brief contact.
“That’s the plan eventually,” Jesse murmured before taking just the tip into his mouth.
The wet heat enveloping me was almost too much. Without sight, every sensation was intensified. I felt the soft suction of his lips, the flat pressure of his tongue, and the slight graze of his teeth that had me trembling. He took me deeper, inch by torturous inch, until I felt myself hit the back of his throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted, my hands clenching into fists above the restraints. “That feels...incredible.”
Jesse hummed in agreement, the vibration traveling through my cock and shooting straight to my core. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he bobbed his head, taking me to the edge and then backing off just when I thought I might explode.
“Not yet,” he whispered when I whimpered at the loss. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
The mattress shifted as he moved, and I heard the rustle of clothing. He was undressing. The thought of him naked, preparing to do God knows what to me, had my cock twitching against my stomach.
“You ready for something new?” he asked, the bed sagging under his weight as he returned.
I felt myself nod, eager to please him. He was close now, the heat of his body rolling off him in waves.
“Good,” he replied, the grin evident in his voice.
Then, without warning, I felt something hard and warm press against my lips. I instantly recognized it as Jesse’s cock, the metal of his piercing far harder than the rest of him. My heart raced as I hesitated for just a second, then opened my mouth to accept him. I’d never done this before, never had a man in my mouth, but the blindfold made it easier somehow. It was almost like I could pretend this wasn’t really happening, even as I craved it more than my next breath.
“That’s it,” Jesse murmured as I took him deeper. “Open wider for me.”
His hand cradled the back of my head, guiding me gently. The unfamiliar weight of him on my tongue, the musky scent, the soft groan he made when I created suction with my lips. It was intoxicating. I felt his piercing slide along my tongue, a strange sensation that made my own cock throb with need.
“Fuck, Cole,” he gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Pride surged through me at his words. I might be tied up and blindfolded, but I wasn’t powerless. Each moan I drew from him was a victory, each twitch of his hips evidence of my effect on him.
“Enough,” he said suddenly, pulling away. “Don’t want to finish too soon.”
I felt bereft at the loss, my lips still parted, seeking him. The bed shifted again as Jesse moved, and I strained against my bonds, desperate to touch him.
“Easy, cowboy,” he whispered, his hand trailing down my chest. “I’ve got something better in mind.”
I heard the snap of a cap, then the slick sound of lube. My breath caught in my throat. Was he going to...?
The question died as I felt him straddle my hips again, his slick hand wrapping around my cock, coating me thoroughly. Then I felt the blunt pressure of my head against his entrance.
“Jesse,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the realization of what was happening. “Are you?—”
“I’ve been preparing myself all day,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire. “Thinking about you. About this.”
Slowly, torturously, he sank down on me, taking me inch by inch into his tight heat. I threw my head back, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as he enveloped me completely.
“JesusfuckingChrist,” I panted, my hips bucking upward instinctively.
“Stay still,” Jesse commanded, his hands pressing down on my chest. “Let me do this. Let me take care of you.”
It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to obey, to let him set the pace. He began to move, rising up until just the tip of me remained inside him, then sinking back down with excruciating slowness. Each movement was deliberate, designed to drive me wild.
“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. “Jesse…oh fuck… please…”
“You like begging, don’t you?” Jesse asked, his voice husky with power. “The big, strong rancher, all tied up and desperate.”
