I struggle with every step. Each feels a little more difficult. More taxing. I’m ready to fall over by the time I reach Oxley. I’m thankful when he takes the weight from my legs entirely, and I allow myself to settle into his arms.
“I knew you could do it,” Oxley says, kissing the side of my head.
“I’m glad one of us did.”
“Does that mean you really want an orgasm? You fought hard and were determined to get to me.”
“Yes. I want you to fuck me face down, right here.”
Oxley shivers. I wonder if he’s actually going to agree to that. I don’t know if it’s obsessive-compulsive disorder or something else, but there are some things that he’s very rigid on and doesn’t like to deviate from how it’ssupposed tobe done.
“You did say an orgasmhoweverI want it,” I point out. I don’t actually care if he brings me back to the bed. I’m so tired, I’ll likely pass out right after anyway.
He picks me up and sets me on the couch. “Hold on.”
I’m surprised when he leaves the room and returns with towels, a pillow, and lube. He pulls the mat that Mark brought over forme to use during PT and sets it in the middle of the room, away from everything. He then covers it with towels and sets the pillow at the end.
The grin won’t fade as he pulls me to my feet and strips me down before situating me on the mat on my knees, face in the pillow, and ass in the air.
I expect this man to be gentle, but he fucks me like a damn stallion. As predicted, I pass out as soon as we orgasm.
14
OXLEY
Huntley gags,his body shuddering. Fresh tears streak down his cheeks as he looks up at me. A rush of pleasure shivers along my spine and deposits in my core, pushing my orgasm a little closer to the surface.
He’s on his knees in front of me, eyes upturned to meet mine. I have the back of his head in the palm of my hand as my hips jerk forward, shoving my cock down his throat. I’m not sure if I’m more hypnotized by his eyes locked on mine, face covered in tears, spit, and precum, or the way his hand moves rapidly over his dick.
This is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing. Right in front of me.
He’s mine. Huntley Fowler ismine.
When he adjusts his weight a little to the right, I know he’s relieving some of the pressure on his injured leg. We just finished PT for the day, and as we established a couple of weeks ago, if he can make it through the session giving it his all, he can orgasm however he wants. I don’t care what he asks for; I’ll make it happen.
This morning, he wants to choke on my dick. Not going to lie; it’s fucking hot. I’ve had a handful of people on my cock like this before, but none of them made my blood hot as magma in my veins simply by looking up at me like this.
Huntley is the key to my undoing. Always.
His lips remain firmly on my cock as I pull in and out of his mouth. I don’t shove down his throat with every thrust. Every third or fourth is when I want the restriction of his throat. That sudden strangulation on my cock is everything.
This last thrust down his throat has Huntley gasping. He swallows, struggles for a second, and then comes all over the floor between my legs.
I’ve never been with someone who comes when they’re having their throat fucked. The sudden electric pleasure that rushes through me at the thought has me at my limit. I thrust erratically until I spill down his throat.
Huntley gags, coughs around me. It makes me groan with all the convulsions of his throat. The vibrations. The choking sound is unexpectedly arousing.
Gently, I pull back and crouch down in front of him to wipe his face. A shiver makes my hair stand on end when he licks his lips.
Absolutely enthralling. That’s what this man is.
We take a few minutes to catch our breath, and then I scoop him up and set him in the folding chair in the shower. The water gets warm quickly, and I adjust it to rain over him. Huntley relaxes in the chair and closes his eyes as steam fills the room.
I leave him there while I clean the floor with a paper towel and follow that with floor cleaner. Since he still looks peaceful and settled, I take this moment to strip the bed and put the sheets in the wash before remaking the bed with all new linens.
When finished, Huntley still hasn’t moved, so I let him enjoy the hot water while I make him a protein shake and some soup. Only then do I join him in the shower to wash us both.
I’ve never taken care of anyone before. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m selfish, but everything in my life is routine. A set pattern of optimal efficiency and completion. Having someone disrupt my schedule outside of the preset visiting hours is frustrating. Especially if they stick around.
