“Strapping you down so I can have my way with you,” he replied, reaching down to wrap his hand around my shaft. “You got a problem with that?”
I shook my head profusely.
Laughing under his breath, he stroked me, his firm and confident hand making my eyes roll back in my head.
The world tilted again, and my eyes reopened, finding the world upside down. I wasn’t completely upside down, but my feet and legs were higher than my head, leaving me completely vulnerable and exposed.
Before I could think too much about it, T leaned in and swallowed me down. I groaned lewdly, remembering partway through that we were at the main house, in the family gym. I used my hand to muffle the sounds escaping my mouth as he took me into his throat.
The man was a master at a BJ, his powers of deepthroating something I literally dreamed about. He dragged his lips back and swirled around my tip, flirting with my glans before locking his lips around the swollen tip to suck.
My shoulders came off the table, and I gripped the handlebars until my finger joints ached. Trent pulled back and sucked me down again, grabbing the table and pushing so my dick was forced the deepest it had ever been in his throat.
I cursed. The feel of his tight throat spasming around me almost had me shooting off just then. I swear I saw stars, and when he rocked the table ever so slightly, tears sprang to my eyes.
“Trent.” His name was a guttural, broken sound, and my dick was so far down his throat he couldn’t reply. I wanted to tell him not to hurt himself, but damn, I was too far gone.
The tight fit, the slight thrusting motion, and the way he instinctively tried to swallow around me were more than I could take.
Forgetting the handlebars, I wrapped my arm around his leg, hugging tight.
He pulled back a little, gasping for breath, and then dove back on, settling into a rhythm that was nothing but sweet torture. My fingernails pricked the skin on his legs. I strained against the ankle cuffs, and he wrapped those big, calloused hands around the backs of my thighs and squeezed.
I erupted with a shout, my entire body locking up as waves of unparalleled pleasure crashed over me again and again. I moaned, thighs trembling as he worked me through the orgasm, milking me for every last drop. And when I collapsed back against the table, my arms falling slack against my sides, he closed his fist around my shaft and licked the head like an ice cream cone.
Spots swam before my vision, and my breathing was uneven. Now that my dick was spent, all the blood pooled in my head, leaving me dizzy and warm. I blinked at the sound of rustling clothing and watched T push his shorts down to just below his ass.
I reached forward, my arm weak and trembling. He laughed under his breath and pushed my arm back, tipping the table so I was more upright and even with his angry, red cock.
“Stick out your tongue, baby.”
I turned my cheek and did as he asked, opening wide and offering my tongue.
The muscle in his forearm bulged, the vein in his bicep popping as he worked his dick right next to my waiting tongue. The sound of his labored breathing filled the space above my head.
His hips jerked, movements stalling, and I leaned over to swipe over his tip.
With a throaty groan, Trent unleashed. Ropes of white cum shot out, splattering my tongue and lips. I lapped at it as he gavehimself a final pump, the last of his release shooting across my cheek.
Quiet blanketed the room as our uneven breathing calmed and the hunger we knew for each other was temporarily sated.
Palming the side of the table, Trent adjusted it so I was upright and unlatched the restraints at my ankles. My entire body still felt like Jell-O and I didn’t trust my legs, so I remained where I was until he reached for me.
I moved into his arms, letting him lift me down and into a hug. His breath ruffled the hair on the side of my head, and the skin on his shoulder was warm beneath my cheek.
“I love you.” His voice was raspy from how far he’d had my dick down his throat.
I kissed his shoulder and tightened my arms. “We should take that table home.”
He let out an amused grunt. “Braeden would never let us live it down.”
I snuggled closer. “Worth it.”
His silent laughter vibrated through me as his rough palm rubbed up my back and found its way into the uncombed strands of my hair.
“Tell me what happened, baby.” His voice was even and patient.
Of course he knew. Trentalwaysknew. He possessed some sort of intuition no one else did. A sixth sense when it came to me and our kids.
