I nodded frantically, my wrists straining against the ties. “Yes... fuck... I’ll beg if that’s what you want.”
“I want you to feel good,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against mine. “I want to make you forget everything but this. I want to milk this thick beautiful cock of yours until you cum inside me.”
He started to move faster, his thighs flexing as he rode me with more purpose. The sensation was overwhelming. The way his tight heat gripped me and the occasional tug of his piercing against my stomach when he leaned forward… it was almost too much. Without sight, every other sense was heightened to an almost unbearable degree.
“Jesse,” I moaned, arching up into him. “I need to touch you. Please.”
“Not you don’t,” he insisted, his pace slowing again to that maddening crawl. “You’ve spent your whole life in control, Cole. Let someone else take the reins for once.”
He was right. I’d always been the one calling the shots, shouldering the responsibility, making the decisions. Even in our encounters so far, I’d been the one driving the action. But now, blindfolded and bound, I had no choice but to surrender.
“That’s it,” Jesse murmured as my body relaxed beneath him. “Just feel. Let me take care of you.”
He changed his angle slightly, and suddenly every downstroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I couldn’t hold back the sounds he was drawing from me. There were moans, gasps, and even whimpers that I’d never admit to making in the light of day.
“You’re doing so well,” Jesse said, his voice strained with his own building pleasure. “Such a good cowboy letting me ride his cock.”
His words sent a thrill through me, making my cock throb inside him even harder. The way he moved, the slow drag of his tight hole around my shaft… it made it impossible to rush toward the edge of oblivion.
“I’m close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my balls. “Jesse, I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet,” he commanded, suddenly stilling his movements. “Not until I say.”
I groaned in frustration, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. Jesse leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the circumstances. His tongue slipped into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm his body had been setting moments before.
When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. “I want to see your face when you cum,” he whispered. “I want to watch you crumble beneath me.”
He began to move again, this time with purpose, his hips rolling in a way that made me see stars. I was beyond words now, reduced to desperate sounds as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
“Now,” Jesse finally commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Cum for me, Cole.”
The permission broke something inside me. My release crashed through me like a tidal wave, my back arching off the bed as I emptied myself into him. I couldn’t stop the shout thattore from my throat, couldn’t control the violent trembling of my body as waves of pleasure washed over me. My vision, though blindfolded, went white with the intensity of it.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt Jesse’s movements become erratic, heard his breathing grow ragged. His thighs trembled against my sides as he chased his own release.
“Fuck, Cole,” he gasped, and then he was cumming too, hot spurts landing on my chest and stomach as he stroked himself through it.
For several long moments, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. Jesse collapsed forward, his forehead resting against my chest. I could feel his heart hammering, matching the frantic pace of my own.
“Jesus Christ,” I finally managed, my voice hoarse from shouting. “That was... I’ve never...”
“I know,” Jesse murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my sternum. “That’s why I wanted to give it to you.”
He carefully lifted himself off me, and I winced at the sudden lack of heat. The bed shifted as he moved away, and I heard water running in the bathroom. When he returned, a warm cloth cleaned the mess from my stomach and chest. Then his fingers were at my wrists, untying the restraints.
“You okay?” he asked softly as he removed the blindfold.
I blinked against the sudden light, my eyes adjusting to find Jesse’s face hovering above mine. His hair was mussed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He’d never looked more beautiful.
“I’m better than okay,” I admitted, rubbing my freed wrists. There were faint red marks where the ties had been, but they didn’t hurt.
Jesse’s expression softened as he traced the marks with his fingertips. “I didn’t tie them too tight, did I?”
“No,” I assured him, catching his hand and bringing it to my lips. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
A smile spread across his face, the genuine kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “I told you I picked up some useful skills in Seattle.”
I laughed, pulling him down beside me. “Remind me to thank that circus guy if I ever meet him.”
