He had a condom open in the blink of an eye and rolled onto me next. The lube was a quick smear, and then another as he opened the second little pack. He grinned and cocked his hip toward me, still standing between my legs.
“You can fuck my ass as soon as you unwrap it.”
“What?” I asked.
He turned and the thingy at the end of the zipper hung shiny and right in my face. I went to reach for it, and he grasped the chain of the cuffs tight in his hand.
“That’s not how it’s done. Use this,” he murmured and tugged at my bottom lip.
Leaning forward, I was entranced. The metal in my teeth was strange, and the cold tang on my tongue was the last thing I wanted. I had a craving for hot flesh—his skin. I tugged and tried to slide the zipper, but it curved around his body, and I only got the tab wrestled down a little way. This had been so easy when I was using my hands. Stormy laughed and turned with me as I struggled, and the more I pulled the zipper, the more my cock ached and leaked. I wanted inside him. I was ready, and there was a thick bulge under his tight pants, so he must be, too.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered and licked at a small patch of his unveiled hip as it became exposed under the leather, wanting any piece of him I could get.
“I want to see you work, and you’re paying with your time, effort, and body,” he replied, tone slightly cold. Embarrassment had me grasping the tab between my teeth again, and I tugged with renewed effort as he twisted his hips to help me. Finally, the zipper was at the end of its track. Triumph had me smirking at him. Stormy sent me a wink as he folded down the leather and flashed me his tight ass. I darted forward to press a kiss on the closest cheek, and he laughed.
“I’ll allow it,” he said with a breathy gasp.
“Yes!” I tried to go directly for his crack, but he didn’t bend forward, so all I ended up doing was swiping my tongue against both of his cheeks and burning to do more.
Wishing I’d already done more with him.
I could’ve had my face between these cheeks in the past. Why hadn’t I ever eaten him out? I’d been so worried about being the big man, being in charge, doing all the things the man paying the money should do. I’d treated him like a servant and hadn’t ever considered doing something only to pleasure him.
My lack of care with him seemed like a tragic waste right now with his hole so close—and yet so far. He shoved me back against the couch and straddled my hips again.
“You’re not fucking me to get off, you hear me, sugar stick?” His eyebrows dove and a sternness twisted his mouth. He reached down and gripped the base of my cock, giving it a light yet somehow threatening squeeze. “You’re fucking to getmeoff. You get the difference?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Because if you come before I do, you’re not going to like it.” He let my cock go and slithered his hand up under my shirt, which I’d let go at some point. He gripped the hem of my shirt and brought it to my lips. “Open.”
I did as he ordered, and dry cloth was stuffed into my mouth.
“Bite.”
I’d never been so exposed, and my dick throbbed. He straddled me, and I had no warning as he lined himself up with my cock, which had swelled to the limit, and sank down. The heat and grip of his body was phenomenal and had me squeezing my eyes shut. I’d always loved fucking Stormy. He had the tightest hole and the slimmest hips and the prettiest fucking stomach and legs, and… he was worth every penny I’d ever spent on him.
He sank down until he was settled on my lap and the heat of his insides rolled my eyes back in my head, and then he went back to tormenting the nipple he’d already tortured, ignoring the other side completely. I whimpered as he sucked on me and sensations blasted through my gut. He sat up enough that my cock slid almost all the way out of the blazing heat of his body.
“Fuck me,” he said around my flesh. “Move those hips. Fill me and make me come.”
Groaning around the cloth in my mouth, I rested my shoulders back against the couch, planted my feet on the floor, and fucked up into the tight, delicious heat of his body like my life depended on it. He bit hard on my nipple and lightning sizzled on the head of my cock. I dropped the cloth as I yelled and started a fast pace in and out of his ass. He stuffed the shirt back between my lips with a laugh I was happy to note wasn’t as steady as earlier.
“Keep it in there.”
I nodded, and tears leaked out of my eyes when he bent and sucked softly on my nipple again. I tossed my head and wished he’d switch to the other one. He squeezed his inner muscles around me and I couldn’t think. My body transformed into a tool with one purpose only—to fuck. Mindlessly, I rushed toward the peak that twisted tight in my body. Stormy laughed and pressed down against me, but I knocked him around like he was on a galloping horse. After a bit he stopped sucking my nipple and gripped my shoulders tight. Excitement and pride fluttered in my chest as his eyes slid closed and a flush bloomed up his neck and into his face.
He pecked a kiss to my cheek and then pressed his mouth into my neck, where he started sucking again.
The tickle of pleasure from his lips on my skin was too much with the way his ass gripped me and the pleasant weight of him pressing down on me as I struggled to keep a steady rhythm while I fucked. The sweet, clean scent of him filled my nose. Prison had been dirty and musty and terrible, and he was heat and life and everything wonderful in the world.
And I didn’t deserve this at all.
“Pay up. I want my cum on your skin,” he murmured in my ear. “Please your Mister. Do it.” He gasped as I punched my hips against his body and the lewd slaps of our skin echoed in the room. My stomach muscles began to burn as I plowed him with single-minded concentration. There was a raspy moan in my ear, and then Stormy slipped his hand between us and began to jerk off. I tried to reach down to help, but he grabbed the cuff chain.
“Fuck, be my sex toy. Do it. Fuck me!” Stormy yelled, eyes squeezed shut.
“Mmf,” I grunted through my shirt and tongued the fabric, wanting to come myself, and yet not wanting to miss it when he did.
