I take my time getting ready. Gloves on, lube generously applied, I work myself open while he watches. Every minute that passes makes Colm more flushed, more tense, and more than a little hard, but he stays still. His hands are palm down on the mattress out to each side, and I can practically see him vibrating with the effort to keep them there.
He really is a very good boy. I’m quick and efficient when I add a condom and some lube to his aching cock, but becausehe’s been so well behaved, I change into fresh gloves after. He deserves a little treat.
He clearly isn’t expecting it, because his eyes go saucer wide when I start to run my hands over his body. I grab at the flesh of his chest, getting a fistful of pec in each hand and squeezing him the way he’s begging to be squeezed. He manages to keep staying still until I start plucking at his nipples, and then a low whine escapes him as his hips jerk a little. I can see him struggling to control himself, and that’s the part that makes me truly desperate with arousal.
“You like that?” I whisper to him, and he only nods in response.
His mouth is partially open, pink tongue peeking out and his breath coming faster and faster as I continue to touch him.
It’s too tempting to pass up, so I sink three of my gloved fingers into his mouth and press down on his tongue.
Colm’s lips close around my fingers like a reflex, and he sucks me gently as I push my fingers in and out of his mouth. God, the sight of him already drifting into some relaxed place is intoxicating.
My thighs are starting to burn with the effort of holding myself over him, and I’m desperate to feel him moving inside me. With my fingers still in his mouth, I use his chin like a handle, hanging on to him from inside and out. I use my other hand to grab his cock and hold him steady, trying not to be affected by the little gasps he makes as soon as I touch him.
I feel stretched and filled by the time I’m seated on him, and I don’t waste any time setting up a rhythm. It’s all I can do not to ride him like a fucking bull. Right from the start, he’s hitting the spot, and the more I move the more my body pulses with the pleasure of him fucking into me.
The friction and intensity builds, and I find myself staring at Colm as he stares right back at me. I want to look away, but it’s hard. He’s turned into something magnetic for me.
Fuck. Why does being around him feel like this?
I focus on the fucking, picking up the pace as I ride him. My eyes catch a flicker of movement to the side, and the tiniest burst of adrenaline hits me before I realize it’s just Colm’s hands. He’s holding them to the side, quivering in the air, clenching and unclenching his fists as if to stop himself from reaching for my thighs.
They’re barely inches away. I can almost feel the warmth of him.
A little piece of me wants him to touch. To feel what it would be like to let his rough, scar-pocked skin rub against mine.
I can’t think about that right now. Something is obviously very, very wrong with me.
I reach for the butterfly knife instead. It’s easy enough to flick open without losing my pace on Colm’s cock. The gasp that comes out of his mouth when I press the blade against his throat is worth every moment of confusion I’ve felt since climbing onto his bed.
He’s rock hard inside me, and I watch his entire chest flush red beneath me as I push the edge of the blade into the skin hard enough to draw a little trickle of blood.
“Stay very still, rabbit. This is a sharp knife, and you wouldn’t want it to slip.”
Colm’s eyes are prey-wide, but he nods with as little movement as he possibly can.
There’s a fraction of hesitation inside me, another thing I’m not used to feeling.
“Alright?” I ask, needing that extra bit of confirmation.
Normally, I’m big on trusting my playmates. They’re adults and I always make it clear at the beginning that they can leaveanytime they want to, and after that I assume they’re still there because they want to be. Sometimes they do leave when the knives come out. It’s no skin off my back.
But right now, with him, I want a little more. I want the feeling of knowing he wants it as much as I do and isn’t tolerating it just to get his sloppy little orgasm.
I don’twantto want it, but I do.
When Colm nods, my heart clenches.
“Perfect,” I say in a low voice.
I mean it more than I want him to know.
Everything turns hazy after that. Colm continues to hover his hands over me, like he’s waiting for a last-minute permission to touch that never comes. I keep my blade against his neck and stare at the blood running down his skin, one tiny droplet at a time. Every thrust of my hips makes his cock punch deeper and deeper into me, until we’re both breathless and right on the edge.
“Come for me, rabbit,” I tell him.
It barely takes a minute before he comes with a small whine, his cock kicking inside me and filling the condom.
