“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Those constant check-ups were annoying, but I guess they’re coming in handy now. So, then, we don’t need anything?”
“We can still use a condom, if you’d prefer,” I assured him, even as I wrapped his legs back around my waist. “But if you’re comfortable, I’d like to feel as much of you as possible.”
This actually earned a laugh from him. “I thought I’d already experienced all my “firsts” before, but I’ve always made sure to be real careful with protection in the past. I guess there’s still a “first” I can give you.”
Jordy quickly stripped his robe off, while I had to take a little more time with my clothes. Suits were great when it came to visual appeal, but not the most convenient for easy removal. I could feel Jordy trying not to laugh at me as he lay naked on the bed, watching me undo my suit button by button.
His words echoed in my mind.
Hisfirst.
I wasn’t a fool. Of course, I knew I wouldn’t be his first. Virginity had no special value to me. However, this talk about “firsts” also got me thinking about “lasts”.
Jordy had no choice in who hisfirstwas, but if everything went according to plan, then someday he would get to choose hislast. He would have the opportunity to find someone to settle down and build a life with. Someone would get to share all other kinds of first experiences with him, and when he had other crazy questions in the future about hair color, or tattoos, or whatever else crossed his mind, he’d naturally turn to them for their opinion.
That was the kind of stable, happy relationship that he deserved. It was exactly the future that I was fighting for, so that all the victims of the bell ringers would have those kinds of opportunities.
So why did the thought of it make me clench my fists so hard I nearly tore my own shirt in half?
“Kitt?” Jordy asked. He was still lying on the bed, but he’d propped himself up on his elbows when I’d gone silent.
I was being irrational. This wasn’t the time for selfish thoughts.
To cover for my sudden distraction, I pretended to search the floor for a moment before grabbing the cloth belt from his bathrobe.
“How about we make this a little more fun?”
The decorative oak headboard had a notch in the design right at the center, perfect for me to thread the belt through it and secure Jordy’s wrists in place. I moved slowly, giving Jordy every opportunity to protest or pull away as I moved him into position. He looked a little uncertain at first but showed no signs of fear. Then, once I had his wrists tied above his head and he felt how flimsy the cloth actually was, even that uncertainty vanished.
I specifically made sure to use a slipknot that could easily be undone in a hurry and positioned the knot so that it wouldn’t rub against the more delicate spots on his wrists. If he struggled, he could probably free himself with minimal effort. It was morean illusion of restraint than actual bondage. Just enough to be a thrill without causing any distress.
Still, the sight he made, literally tied to my bed for my pleasure, was a provocative image. There was nothing at that moment that could have stopped me from leaning down and kissing him.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
When we’d kissed before, he’d clung to me with hungry hands and an even hungrier mouth. Now, with his hands bound, he was still eager, but he was forced to go at my pace, and I took full advantage.
I started by just nibbling his lips, tasting the sweetness there as I teased him with hints of what was to come. He tried to deepen the kiss a few times, but whenever he tried, I pulled away.
Past lovers usually got the hint after a few times and just let me do whatever I wanted, but Jordy never stopped trying to take what he wanted. He even went so far as to bite my bottom lip between his teeth to keep me from pulling away.
That secret fire in him was exactly what I liked about the young man. It was no fun to tease someone who just gave up. I much preferred a partner who gave as good as they got.
As a reward, I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth with such force that I felt him choke on his own gasp.
At the same time, my hands began to wander. I smoothed my palms over his chest and stomach, feeling the firmness of the lean muscle there. Jordy was soft around the edges, but there was a strong core hidden inside him, and nowhere was that more apparent than in the wiry muscles running through his body. He wasn’t the biggest or the strongest, but rather he reminded me of a creature built for speed. Like one of those small desert cats that looked like a harmless kitten but were actually a ruthless hunter in their own right.
Below his stomach, I found his arousal standing proud and eager between his legs. His legs squirmed when I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, lightly stroking the heated flesh without applying too much pressure. Even just that much stimulation had him moaning into my mouth, and I feared he’d end up coming already. If he’d really never enjoyed this before, then he might not have much tolerance for pleasure and be easily over-stimulated.
That wouldn’t do. I wanted to take my time to enjoy him, and that wouldn’t happen if he finished too soon. As much as I wanted to keep toying with him, I regretfully let him go after only a few strokes and let my hand continue its journey downward.
Jordy broke away from the kiss and let his head fall back on the pillow.
“Kitt, you’re killing me.”
I slid my hand between his legs, pressing one finger just deep enough to brush against the rim of his hole.
“Don’t be dramatic. I’ve barely even begun.”
