“You look really hot,” I whispered to Matt. His head turned toward me, and I watched his arm twitch over his head. That might have been a little bit of revenge for him not allowing me to touch him when he went on his tattoo hunt. He’d had me at his disposal, and it was my turn now. It was my turn to do whatever I wanted with his body, to make him feel so much pleasure that his vision whited out and he saw God herself. “I kind of wish you could see how you look right now. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
I picked up my first selection from the drawer, a hot pink feather tickler Moira had bought me as a joke for my twenty-first birthday. The joke had been the color, and while it was garish,I’d kept it. I hadn’t ever pulled it out with anyone, because no way in hell did anyone I’d hooked up with before Matt need to know I had a hot pink feather tickler. Those guys didn’t even get to see the contents of the drawer, not like Matt.
Matt was the exception, not the rule. I hadn’t known it in high school, but I knew it now.
“Are you ready?” I asked quietly, holding the feather wand in one hand as I looked down at him.
“Ready,” he said with a nod. I watched as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking again. Overthinking maybe. “Ready, and maybe a little nervous,” he admitted.
“I’m going to take really good care of you.” I rested a bent knee on the bed, and his head moved toward the shift. “Keep your hands up,” I reminded him before gently stroking the side of his body with the feather tickler. He wiggled like he was trying to get away from the sensation. Interesting. I did it again, and he shifted one more time. The third trailing of the feather wand was followed by a giggle. “You’ve never been ticklish before.”
“I’ve never felt whateverthatis before,” he pointed out. “Did you pull a feather boa out of your little drawer of tricks?”
My jaw dropped. I wasaghast. Did he really think that I was the type of person that would own something as tacky as a feather boa? It was almost insulting. “It’s not a boa!”
“It feels like a boa.”
“Does this feel like a boa?” I asked him, lightly thumping his side with the feather tickler. His lips parted at the impact. That was a new reaction, one I’d not witnessed before with all the things we’d done to and with each other over the course of the past month. “Like that?” I asked him, mesmerized by the way his back arched ever so slightly when I repeated the action.
“Kinda, yeah,” he breathed out. “But not a boa. What—” His question cut off into a breathy gasp when I did it again, a little harder. I might have to invest in some kind of impact toys. I’dnever personally been into them, but if he was reacting like this? Well, I could see the appeal. “What is that?”
“Feather tickler,” I told him as I brushed it over the spot I’d just hit. The change from hard to soft brought a moan from his lips, and my cock reacted immediately. “Not a boa.”
“Not a boa,” he agreed.
I ran the feather down his body further, brushing it over the faint lines of his abs and down to his cock. I watched as it twitched in reaction. Every so often, I’d switch up my exploration. I hit the inside of his thighs with the blunt end of the stick and then soothed it with the feather. His legs parted, like he was giving me better access. The invitation was too much to resist.
I placed the feather toy down on the bed and leaned over him.
His dick was only half hard as I lowered my lips down to him. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave it a few pumps. His hips lifted from the bed, chasing after the sensation. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. “Noah,” he moaned out as I swallowed him down to the base.
I teased him with my mouth, bringing him to full hardness, alternating suction with flicking my tongue or swirling it around the head. I changed up the depth I took him, sometimes sticking to only the head and other times taking him down my throat. The more I teased him, the more his hips moved until he was meeting me with shallow thrusts. A part of me was tempted to pull off him, to tell him to keep still, but honestly? I loved this.
I loved his reactions and the way that even now, blindfolded and left guessing with what I’d do next, he was such an active participant in our sex life. I didn’t even complain when he gave up on keeping his hands over his head and brought them down to mine. If he was so lost in the lust that he’d forgotten about keeping his hands above his head, then that meant he wasn’t thinking. And wasn’t that the point of this entire exercise?
Well, that and the fact that I was powerless to resist my sexy as hell boyfriend.
I kept going until I felt his cock twitch against my tongue and his mutterings turned incoherent. I felt the stutter of his hips and pulled away. His reaction was immediate: a disgruntled noise paired with an attempt to push my head back down. “Noah, please,” he whined.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I told him.
I looked up his chest and noticed the wet swell of his lips. He must have been biting on them, chewing them, sucking them in, anything to hold himself together. His lips were temptation, and I was not resisting temptation tonight. I draped myself over his body and attacked his lips. My cock lined up against his. His spit wet shaft rubbed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth.
His hands found my ass and pushed me down, searching for friction and that orgasm I’d just denied him. “Hands above your head,” I reminded him, the words moving straight from my lips to his. I swallowed down the resulting growl, but he moved his hands.
He was perfect.
Pulling myself away from his lips was a struggle, but I managed. Eventually. I wanted more than kissing him, more than feeling the tease of his cock against mine. I wanted every part of him, and I wanted to give him a hell of a lot more pleasure than I’d given him so far. Not that he’d complain, but it would feel anticlimactic to bring out the blindfold and then get off this way.
At least for the first time.
I reached for the next prop I’d pulled from my bedside drawer: a thin vibrator. I turned it on close enough to his ear that he could hear the low buzz, a tease of what was to come.
“What’s that noise?” Matt questioned.
I grinned and clicked off the toy. The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of Matt’s breathing. “A toy,” I told him simply as I rolled off him. “Turn over.”
He didn’t hesitate. He flipped over and spread his legs, giving me room to settle between them. I grabbed the condom and lube from the nightstand and put it down next to me. I knew that watching his hole take the toy would drive us both crazy, and I was already so damn hard and eager to bury myself in him.
