He stands, leaving me trembling but not abandoned. When his hand takes my chin, I open my mouth without thought. His thumb draws down my lips, parting them wider.
“My good fucking boy,” he croons.
Then he’s sliding his cock into my mouth, the bar pressing against my tongue as precum coats my taste buds. I moan around him, feral to swallow every drop.
His fingers knot in my hair, guiding me as his hips roll forward, fucking my throat at a slow, deliberate pace.
For the first time, I tug at my bound wrists. I want to touch him, trace the hard lines of his thighs, and anchor myself to his strength. But the rope holds, and instead of frustration, it fills me with a dizzying sense of euphoria. My cock throbs, balls tight and aching.
Ilovethis.
Suddenly, a vibration pulses deep in my ass. Another follows, snug and insistent, right around my cock. I choke on a moan, swallowing around his head.
“Fuuuuck, Ayden. That’s it.” His grip tightens, his thrusts rougher now, more demanding.
Spit slicks my lips, trailing down my chin, down my throat. I steal breaths in the brief seconds he pulls back. That is until he drives forward and buries himself to the base, cutting off my air completely.
The lack of oxygen makes every sensation scream louder—his cock heavy on my tongue, the relentless vibrations, the burn in my chest. I squirm, hips thrusting forward on instinct.
“Eyes up.” His voice is rough, commanding, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
I obey and look up at him through watery eyes, face flushing from the ache for breath. My shoulders jerk involuntarily, and only then does he relent, pulling back just enough to let me gasp, though his cock never leaves my mouth.
I haven’t taken my eyes off him, and the way he smiles at me has my heart somersaulting. Admiration. Desire. My entire body floods with affection from just one look.
He draws his hand down my temple. “Masterpiece.”
After another moment of me holding him in my mouth, he pulls away. He bends over, sliding his hands under my arms and lifting me to my feet. I’m lean but still tall, so the ease with which he picksme up is undeniably hot.
Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss, his tongue already seeking mine. He wraps his arms around my midsection and lifts me higher, which I’m grateful for—I definitely don’t want to walk with this thing inside me.
Or maybe I do.
I have no idea, honestly. I’m already starting to feel blissed out.
He moves to lie me onto the bed, and I twitch with pleasure immediately. The toy inside me leaves me feeling full. I know it isn’t as big as Keo, so I’m not sure why it feels like this. The sensation is overwhelming, but undeniably delicious.
I’ve never used toys before Keoni, and I hope to keep exploring all these new things with him.
He turns me onto my stomach, and hoists my knees up, angling my ass to the ceiling.
The vibration kicks back on and I release a moan only muffled by the mattress.
“Fuck, I’m jealous.” Suddenly, the plug shifts, and I feel stretched as one of the thick balls slips out. “My cock is dripping to be inside you, Ayden.”
He pushes it back in, and I bite down onto the sheets as he does it over, and over again.
“Ah—K-Keo, please, fuck t-that’s it.”
He then pushes it in, and I feel yetanotherball stretch me open, but there’s no pinch at the end.
“How’s my cock feeling?” His fingers wrap around my throbbing length, and I whimper. “Mmm… you make the sexiest sounds for me, sunshine.”
The vibration hasn’t stopped, and I’m left wondering how I haven’t come yet considering how incredible all these sensations feel together.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he croons, slowly pulling out the plug. I try to relax, but the balls exiting make it impossible. My stomach twists into knots, begging for release. “I want to fill your ass with my cum, and then I’ll clean up my mess before we take a break.”
I expect him to go right in—I’m prepped and ready—but he doesn’t.
