“You sure? You’re bent all the way in half.”
“The only thing wrong is we aren’t fucking yet!”
He chuckled. Damn, my mate had an evil side. I found I rather liked it.
CHAPTER32
MITCHELL
Hmm.Like this, I had easy access to all his delectable bits. I released one ankle and was pleased to see he kept it in place. I quickly looped a piece of the silk rope around the headboard, then his wrist, and tied it, slipping a finger in under the loop to make sure it wasn’t too tight. I then tied his ankle on that side to his wrist. So far so good.
“Still okay?”
Yes,” he rasped.
“Not uncomfortable?”
He gave an experimental tug. “‘S good.”
“Alrighty then.” I repeated my actions on the other side, then sat back to admire my work. “Fuck, you look so sexy like this.” My pants were uncomfortably tight, and I wondered why the hell I even still had them on. I scrambled backwards and quickly got rid of my remaining clothes.
“Please,” he begged, and I had to squeeze the base of my cock at the sound of his wrecked voice. Along with the view, it was almost too much.
“I’m here, baby,” I soothed, clambering back up into place. “We have to have you fuck me first, right, to settle you?”
“Yeah.”
“Right. I’m going to plug you and then ride you like a goddamn cowboy until we both explode.”
“Please.”
I coated my fingers and began rubbing circles on his exposed hole, waiting for it to soften. I bent my head down and sucked in as much of his monstrous cock as I could. Fuck. He was bigger than my largest dildo back home. I was going to have to go slow while getting him in me. My jaw ached from the stretch but I reveled in it, knowing how good I was making him feel. The small, soft scales along his shaft felt interesting against my tongue and I just knew they’d probably feel like dynamite as they scraped against my walls.
I slipped in one finger, then two, and he began to babble, praising me, begging me to give him more. I felt him tense up and I popped off, moving to quickly squeeze the base of his shaft.
“Uh huh! No coming until you’re deep inside me!”
He whined, thrashing his head.
“Just another minute, honey.” I released his dick and stroked his flank before picking up one of the butt plugs. I coated it liberally with lube, then pressed it against his flexing hole. Wriggling the tip in, I slowly pushed, twisting it. He panted, eyes bright, pupils completely blown, glancing down to where my hand was.
“There, it’s in now,” I told him, leaning up to brush a kiss against his lips. Now it was my turn. I quickly lubed myself up and began stretching myself. His pants became even harsher, his words now incoherent as he watched the show I was giving him. I felt empowered and incredibly sexy. He wanted me, Mitchell, the chubby dyslexic carrot top! I was totally his jam, just as he was mine. Unable to wait any longer, I moved.
“Huh. This is a bit awkward but I can make it work,” I murmured aloud. I placed one of my legs under each of his, positioning myself so I had a hand on either side of his shoulders. I wriggled backwards until I felt his bobbing cock brush against me. “There you are,” I whispered, reaching back with one hand and aiming his head against my hole. I pushed back, grunting at the burn as he breached me.
“Tight,” he groaned in a garbled voice.
“Big,” I panted. “So good.” I kept easing myself onto him, relishing the burn, knowing it would morph into pleasure very, very soon. At last he was all the way in, well, mostly at least, and I paused. Any further and he’d be in the back of my throat, I reckoned. I panted, willing myself to stay relaxed. The pinch began to ebb away and I gave an experimental rock of my hips. “Oh, God, yes!” I began to move.
The slow glide soon became anything but. He thrust as far as he was able, restrained as he was, while I furiously rocked back and forth. Somehow, I found myself upright, bouncing on him like there was no tomorrow. Our eyes locked, and I fell into his gaze, nothing else existing but me and him and this glorious feeling that just kept getting better and better. When my climax came, I literally thought I was going to die. When I came back to myself, it was to find my ass full of what felt like gallons of hot cum.
“Holy shit. So that’s why they call it le petit mort,” I said weakly. “And dude, how are you still hard?”
He grinned up at me dazedly. “More,” he said simply.
I eased myself off of him, flopping down beside him. “Gimme a minute or two.” I glanced at his hands. “Need me to untie you.”
“No.”
