There was more noise, him doing things in the room that I couldn’t see or really guess at. Tyler was oddly quiet.
“Open,” he said and touched a finger to my lips. I did as he said and food was slipped into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, but as I chewed, I decided it was tabouli. I nodded my approval, and he chuckled. We didn’t talk much as we shared food, and I was surprised at how sensual it was to have him softly slipping a spoon between my lips. Every now and then he dropped a kiss on my cheek. There was a noise that sounded like a bottle cap hitting the wooden coffee table, then a glass rim was pressed to my mouth. The drink was fizzy and orange-flavored. Maybe it was carbonated fruit juice?
Near the end of the meal my cock hardened again from all the attention Tyler was giving me. It made me feel so good to know he was sitting here, taking care of me, wanting me to do this with him—and my junk needed to get in on the action. I tried not to squirm in place, but I’d never been this open to someone.
Tyler made this happen. Naked blindfold night hadn’t even been on my radar an hour ago. The man was agenius. His warm, calloused hand on my shaft had me moaning and spreading my legs farther. He laughed, and next thing I knew I was being carefully lifted and secured on his lap, much like earlier, only this time I was naked.
“Oh, this is pretty. Is it for me?” he asked in my ear. I pressed my shoulders back against his built chest.
Frantically, I nodded. “Yes, oh yes.”
He chuckled, and I nearly died as he spent a long while tickling his fingers over my shaft. I was close to knocking his hand away to do it myself, and maybe he noticed my fingers wiggling south because he snagged the chain on the cuffs and held it up against my chest, well out of his way.
“Fuck,” I hissed out when he swirled his thumb over my slit. My toes clenched and I grimaced.
“You don’t like this? I can stop. Put you to bed. Let this go down all on its own.” He kissed my cheek.
Laughing, I rested my head back against his shoulder. “Please don’t.”
“What should you do, if you want me to make you feel good?” he whispered in my ear.
“Tyler, please, please, jerk me off? I love the way you make me feel, please?”
He let out a growl. “Good enough. That’s better than free money. Ask me again.”
Begging and rambling ridiculous requests, I did as Tyler ordered and pleaded with him to stroke my cock, fuck my ass until I was so sore I couldn’t take it, blow me until I couldn’t send one more ball-swimmer out into the world.
He hummed out in amusement—or was that excitement?—and stroked me off, slow… steady… driving me out of my mind. His cock was hard under my ass. I’d progressed to negotiating with him to fuck me—“I’ll do anything you want, whenever you want, wherever you want. Please, put it in me.”—when my breath caught. He squeezed my shaft just right and teased at my fat cockhead with his thumb. I stiffened and blew my load while a crazy tangle of heat clawed through my body. Cum dotted my stomach and chest and a splash hit my chin. I could barely breathe as I flopped back with a moan.
“Can’t move,” I said with a happy sigh.
Tyler huffed out a laugh and slid his arms under me. I grunted when he lifted me and wetness—probably my cum—smeared my thigh. I didn’t hate the sensation of being carried as much as I’d imagined I might. It was damned nice to have him move me around and put me on the bed. The sound of the cuffs being unlocked registered before the pressure on my wrists disappeared, and I smiled and reached for the blindfold.
“No! No. I… please. Leave it,” he said sharply.
“Why do you want me to wear it so bad?”
“I can’t say… but you’re beautiful this way.”
My heart warmed and I snickered. “This was a fun night. I’ve never done anything like this. Thank you.” I reached for where I thought his face was and got kisses on my fingertips for my trouble.
Tyler brushed his lips to my temple above the blindfold. “Go to sleep. I’m the only one here. I’ll keep you safe.”
Humming in contentment, I snuggled down against my pillows and pulled on him until he was next to me. I burrowed against his side and kept shifting around until he sighed out a grumpy sound and wrapped his arms around me.
“You’re so odd. Who else would be here?”
“Don’t worry about it.” His harsh tone was nearly shocking after how sweet he’d been. I stroked my fingers against the center of his chest, unease sliding through me. He hadn’t taken his shirt off and I plucked at the fabric. Sometimes he almost seemed like two people.
I only laughed and turned so I could bury my nose against his collar and inhale more of that fresh cologne he had on that reminded me of basil and summer nights in the park. Tyler could be so intense. I’d never been with someone like him—and he wanted me in spite of…. I tucked my unhelpful hand under the blankets, and he patted it, almost like he was telling me to not worry about it. I hadn’t ever really allowed myself to wallow in misery about what amounted to the luck of the draw with my hand, but right now… I felt accepted. And fortunate. I couldn’t wait for more of Tyler’s ideas.
Later that night, I woke to Tyler touching me, which had happened the first night he’d sort of stayed over. Unlike his hand on my neck, though, his fingers slid deep into my ass. There was some lube, but not much, and I breathed out through the burn. My cock was already hard—maybe that had convinced him this was a good idea.
He’s not just a genius, he’s a sex wizard. So good.
Pushing back on his fingers, I glanced over my shoulder and realized I could see him. The blindfold was down around my neck. He rolled me onto my front and shoved the pillows out of the way so that they fell on the floor.
“Too much,” I gasped out as he fingerfucked me like it was his cock in my hole and he was close to coming. I curled my toes into the bed and arched into his touch anyway because a throb of heat chased through my shaft from the inside out and a wave of need swirled all through my middle. I wanted to come again with him. I groaned at the loss when he pulled his fingers free.
