He watched me carefully as he unbuckled the stays and slid down his briefs, and then he adjusted everything and buckled the stays again. His cock curved up from under his shirt and was the sexiest thing, especially when a bead of precum dripped and ran down his length.
“Turn around,” I said.
A visible shudder racked him as he followed my orders and planted his hands on the bed. I slid up behind him and palmed his ass, massaging the muscles. “I want to fuck you just like this, then have you on your back later. I want you to be sweet and spread your legs for me and moan my name.”
He dropped his head and nodded, sticking his ass farther into the air. “Yes. Please, I thought about you all day. I want this.”
Hearing his words so torn apart by passion had my hand trembling when I grabbed the lube. I shoved down my boxers and kicked them away, then pushed him slightly forward. I slicked up my cock and it felt amazing with him standing right there on display. I gave myself a couple of tugs.
“I’m not going to prep you for this, just slather my dick. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please. Do it now.” He glanced back, and I hissed out a breath through my teeth as my cock pulsed in my hand. I lined up and pushed into his hole, dropping my forehead to his shoulder as I closed my eyes against the intense pleasure of spreading apart his body.
“Do you want it rough?” I growled into his ear, then licked it.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
I grabbed his hips and pounded him until the bed was jolting. It felt fantastic and I almost pumped my load into his hole, but I reached down and brushed my fingertips over the bands of the shirt stays, and I knew this wasn’t the way I wanted things to end right now. I pulled out, and he scrabbled a hand back to try to keep me in his ass.
“Turn around. Now. Move,” I said, using all my strength to spin him. Our feet got tangled, and he fell forward. Laughing, I rolled him onto his back, and he scrambled into the middle of the bed. I crawled up after him and loved the way the leather on his thighs made his legs look. Loved the way the shirt framed his red, dripping cock, and especially couldn’t get enough of how fucking wonderful his ass looked as he grabbed his thighs and pulled them up toward his chest. Musk hung heavy in the air, and the smell of sex—our lovemaking—had me ready to fill him with cum.
I covered his body with mine and moaned as I slipped back in his warm, tight hole.
“This is better,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around me.
“If you didn’t like that, why didn’t you say something?” I asked, dropping a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Oh, I liked it, but this is my favorite.” He grinned.
I brushed the hair off his forehead and grabbed his tie. “You can’t get away from me this way,” I said, tugging on the fabric. “I love it.”
Wick moaned and arched against me, driving me deeper into his body. “I love being captured by you. I always daydreamed I was a pirate, but I think I’m a lucky hostage instead.”
“And I loveyou,” I murmured against his lips.
“You, too. Please?” he whispered.
All I wanted to do was give him everything he needed from me, take care of him—in our bed, our life, and at work—so I nodded and carefully began to fuck him again. I paid attention to the way his eyes squeezed closed and how when I rolled my hips and drilled into him at a shallow angle his muscles tensed. Before long he was crying out and his cum dotted the fancy new shirt.
“Beautiful.” I moaned and dropped all my weight on top of him. He clung while I pounded my body against his, and when he sucked a soft kiss on my lips, my groin tightened and it was all over. I drove deep into his ass and didn’t move as pleasure blasted through me. I stayed there for a long time.
“I’m ordering more suits,” he said as soon as I stopped kissing him.
All I could do was laugh. “Sounds good.”
“Cuddle me?” he asked.
“All night,” I promised. “I won’t go anywhere. I’m your cuddle bear.”
