“Nothing. How happy I am.”
“I am, too,” he said, so quietly I had to strain to hear the words. And then he slid three fingers into my hole at once, and my back bowed toward the floor, jamming my ass higher in the air and farther onto his fingers.
“Too much, fuck.”
“No, just right,” he said, directly into my ear. His breath disappeared from my skin, and he slid his fingers in deeper. I groaned, then whimpered when he swirled his fingertips over my prostate. I felt like a puppet on strings, jerking around, unable to control my hips as he switched up rhythms and pressure and battered at my fun spot over and over.
“Stop,” I gasped out.
His fingers stilled.
“Fuck,don’t stop.”
With a laugh, he pulled his fingers free, and I shook my head.
“I didn’t mean it…. Oh—”
He shoved his cock in like he had his fingers, with no warning, but there was a ton of lube, so while I felt my hole struggle to take him because I hadn’t been expecting it and wasn’t relaxed—it didn’t really hurt. He kept going until his groin was tight to my ass.
I panted and tried to accept his girth. My mind blanked. I strained my arms against the cuffs because I wanted to reach back and touch him or… I didn’t even know. I needed to move.
“Love to feel you tight around me,” he whispered. “Your hole sucks on my cockhead like no one else I’ve ever been in. It’s like your body is trying to keep me inside you. I fucking love it.”
The words were too much for my already fritzing mind to handle, so I just nodded.
He laughed and began a slow, sensual fuck that left me reeling. Not long later my cock was dripping precum. When I whined and tried to grab my pulsing, diamond-hard dick with my cuffed hands, Tyler slapped my fingers away.
And then his slick, tight fist slid around my cock—a wet, slippery, perfect tunnel for me to fuck. I couldn’t stand the wonderful overload of feelings. He drilled my ass hard. The loving squeeze of his fist around my cock had that heavy, almost too much sensation of a nearly there orgasm gathering in my groin from deep inside my assandmy cock.
“It’s too big, it’s too much. I can’t,” I said around a sob.
He only laughed and squeezed his fist, tugging on me faster, and then he pounded into me harder, jackrabbiting his hips.
Tyler’s animalistic roar filled the room and shocked me into clenching tighter on his dick. He bottomed out in my ass. He didn’t slow his fist on my cock, and I jerked in his arms and sprayed cum on the floor, floating free in my mind as my body went white-hot. The biggest orgasm I’d ever had crashed through me. I was completely out of it, and for a minute or two I had no idea what happened. I might’ve passed out for all I knew.
My cum was cooling on my thighs and my ass was still high in the air when someone knocked on the door. I froze, but Tyler only let out a satisfied hum as he pulled from my hole. I hated the emptiness when he was gone. There was no jizz leaking out of me and I was a little disappointed. So far he’d never forgotten the condoms, but I half wanted to ask him to ditch them.
There was a shuffling I thought might be him zipping his pants. He padded away from me as another knock sounded through the room. A clink of metal I thought was him doing up his belt had the hair standing all over my body, and then he went across the room to the door.
Shock paralyzed me. All at once it occurred to me I could sit up and be a human being, rather than a blissed-out rock on the floor. I tried to lever myself upright, but my arms had gone tingly and weird from the position I’d been in.
“Don’t move. I’ll help you get cleaned up in a second.”
“Your order from Corfu Cuisine,” someone said. Thankfully it sounded like they were out in the hall.
There wasn’t a lot of furniture in the room, and if Tyler wasn’t careful, someone was getting an eyeful of my naked ass. Anger scrabbled alive inside me. I didn’t have much, but no one had gotten a free peek of me before. Heavy footsteps thumped back across the room toward me—Tyler—and it sounded like he’d put the food on the coffee table.
“Did that man see me?”
“Maybe. Who cares?”
“I fucking do. Let me loose.” Irate fury had me struggling against the cuffs, but they were real, not fake ones for sex, and all I did was make my wrists ache.
“Don’t you want me to stay?” he asked with a laugh in his tone.
My anger simmered down. He was really pushing this crap with the blindfold, but Ididlike what we’d done so far, and Ididwant him to stay. I sighed. “Yes, I do.”
Tyler got me to my feet. He left me standing and shivering for a few seconds, and I jumped when a warm, damp cloth landed on my inner thigh. He took his time cleaning me off, and I bit my lip when he bent me forward to swipe the cloth gently over the back of my balls and then up to clean my hole. He pressed a kiss on my shoulder as he stripped my jeans the rest of the way off me. The feeling of being exposed to the world had a wild excitement careening through my belly. He led me over to the couch, where I sat, and the last things he stripped from me were my socks.
