“Look at you,” he purrs, planting his hands on my chest and dragging them down to my thighs. “All this fucking muscle, and you’re still sovulnerable.”
He’s taunting me, too?
If those words weren’t enough, Ian gives my knees a quick squeeze, making me try to bend my legs out of instinct, only to be stopped by the amazing tightness around my ankles. All that does is remind me of how defenseless I am, in spite of my now-useless muscles.
Shit, I don’t know if I can take beingthisaroused.
Ian leans lower and places gentle, dry kisses down my stomach and around my groin, deliberately avoiding my aching erection. I try to make it jump so it nudges him, in case he forgot about it, but all he does is give the underside a quick, unsatisfying lick before continuing to tease the daylights out of me.
“I’m kind of desperate here,” I complain.
“Good. Now shush. I’m in control, like you asked.”
Jesus.
He keeps at the teasing for who knows how long, making my dick throb and my breaths raspy with need. When he sticks his tongue out and drags it under my cockhead, I pull at the restraints and let out a weak whine. That tiny bit of contact feels outsized,drawing a heavy bead of precum from my slit. It falls onto my core, and Ian proceeds to move up and lick it clean, making sure to brush my dickhead with his tongue while he’s at it.
“Needy?” he asks when I release a pleasured yelp. “Just how I like you.”
I don't have time to register that—he darts down and takes me into his mouth without warning, plunging my entire body into ecstatic bliss and making my balls contract with arousal.
Ian's blowjobs are downright ferocious. It’s impossible for me to clock how he achieves that electrifying balance of aggression and care that sends me into overdrive. Before long, I’m twisting around and flexing my thighs, ready to burst.
“Gonna come,” I grunt, and he pulls off.
My cock jumps in protest, and I thrust up to chase his mouth, but it's too far away.
“Okay, you're edging me again,” I say, hoping I’m right.
“You bet. Try to fight it. I bet you can’t.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Ian doesn’t reply, and he reaches into my bag and fishes out the bottle of lube. Instead of coating my shaft, he slicks a finger and nudges at my hole.
“Are you okay if I play with your ass a little?” he asks.
I nod, and he sticks his finger in. The sensation is unusual, and I scrunch my eyes closed for a second until it feels better. He curves up, which also feels weird, but not unpleasant at all.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yup. I’m still turned-on as hell.”
Ian starts sucking me again, bringing me back to the brink in seconds, and instead of letting him know like I always do, I keep my mouth closed and my body still.
Oh yeah, I'm close. I'm almost there. I'm gonna come so hard and he’s gonna be so freaking mad?—
He pulls off with milliseconds to spare.
“Shit!” I yell. How the… I yank at the restraints and buck my hips up into thin air, my cock all but begging for attention it isn’t getting.
Ian lets out a curt laugh. “You thought you could sneak past me, didn't you? Unfortunately, your body doesn't lie.”
I stay quiet.
“So basically, a bunch of muscles clench when a guy’s about to come,” he continues, and I crook my neck to look at him. “With a finger up your ass, I can feel that happening, which lets me know I have to stop. You can try to stay quiet all you want, but your body's gonna tell on you every single time.”
Ian simply smiles. It's colder than usual, which sends a shiver down my back and makes me pulse. If there’s a fun, horny version of dread, that’s what’s crawling through my veins right now.
