I did. And I kept them closed, listening to the lube open again, feeling the cool drops of it as Riggs drizzled a copious amount onto my already very wet cock. Riggs made an agonizingly loose fist around my shaft and stroked, and I thrashed beneath him, desperate for more than what he wasgiving me. I whined, ready to ask for more when he released me fully, letting go of my cock and pulling his fingers out of me.
“No!” I cried out, the sound of my own cries drowning out the low timbre of Riggs’s laugh.
“We’ve had a very long couple of days,” he said, dragging his finger down my length. “I want you to take it easy tonight.”
“Impossible.”
“Try harder.”
“Riggs.”
He huffed.
“Sir,” I murmured, the word feeling right in the moment.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please make me come.”
“Whatever you want,” he conceded, covering my body with his own. He hadn’t told me I could open my eyes yet so I didn’t, not when he put his fingers back into me and not when he used his body weight to thrust his hand in and out of me like he was fucking me. Riggs grabbed my cock again, let the momentum of his body move his hand over my dick, and I was gone for this man.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck, grunting as he moved over the top of me, picking up the pace when my orgasm turned into something massive and unavoidable.
“I’m gonna?—”
“I know.”
My dick erupted like a fountain, my entire body seizing with the force of my release. My muscles clamped down around his knuckles, and I spilled jets of hot cum across Riggs’s fingers and both of our stomachs. He was still fully dressed, my cum undoubtedly soaking into his shirt as he continued to move over the top of me.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “You’re mine.”
Before I could recover, Riggs slid down my body and shoved a pillow beneath my hips. There wasn’t really anywhere for me to go, but he spread me apart just the same and buried his face in the slick crease of my ass. His tongue explored me like he was a starving man finding an oasis, no concern about the lube or the sweat or the cum that had certainly slid down my balls when I came. He ate my ass so aggressively, there was no chance for my cock to go soft, and not long after I realized that, he took me back into his hand and started to stroke. Riggs drew a third orgasm out of me, and I saw stars on the backs of my eyelids brighter than the sun.
“Open your eyes, Smith,” he coaxed, and with some reluctance, I blinked him into focus. My hands trembled, fingers curled around the ropes to ground myself, like I was really at threat of going anywhere besides exactly where I wanted to be. “Are you good?”
“More than,” I murmured, letting my head fall back against the pillows.
“Are you done?”
I thought about it before I answered. I could have easily been done, but I wasn’t ready for it. I certainly didn’t think it physically possible for me to come again, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to try. I wanted to see what Riggs had in mind, what he wanted to do with me after he’d taken the time to make me so soft and pliant.
“Not if you’re not.”
“I don’t think I could ever be done with you.”
“I hope not,” I whispered.
Riggs reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps, holding them in the air by the chain.
“Fuck. Yes, please,” I said.
He lowered himself back over me, teasing my nipples with his mouth for longer than would have been considered decent.Riggs sucked and licked and bit my nipples like he could get me off from that alone, and I realized, with some surprise, he was very close to doing just that. His spit ran down the side of my chest, over my ribs and onto the sheets, and only when I was seconds away from begging him to stop did he replace his lips with the tight bite of the rubber-covered steel clamps. Tears burst out of my eyes, maybe from relief, but also from the knowing that came from being with a man like Riggs.
“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, fingers gently stroking across my chest from one pained nipple to the other.
“Please don’t.”
Riggs pressed the sharp edge of his fingernail into the corner of my nipple, then dragged it up to my armpit. I knew what was coming before he did it, the sharp pinch of his fingers as he took an extremely small sliver of skin into his grasp and bore town. I arched into him again, head bowed back as a very unattractive sound fell out of my mouth.
