Now I was down to just my underwear, the cotton stretched tight over my arousal. Cal knelt between my legs, eyes hungry as he traced the outline of my cock with one finger, then looked up—checking, always checking. I nodded, breathless, silently begging him to keep going.
But he surprised me, reaching for the silk tie. He tested the fabric between his hands, then slid it around my wrist, tying me to the headboard with practiced, precise knots. The silk was cool and soft, the restraint a promise of safety, not danger. I tugged, testing, and found myself deliciously trapped, helpless to anything he wanted.
“You trust me?” he whispered, voice raw.
“With everything,” I answered, and I meant it.
He smiled, slow and secret, then stood to strip off his own trousers, sliding them down those long, lithe legs with no rush at all. He left his briefs on, a dark line stretching across his hips, the fabric tented by the evidence of just how much he wanted this—wanted me. He crawled back onto the bed, straddling my thighs, and for a moment he justlooked, his eyes devouring every inch of my body, every shiver and tremor and lingering bruise.
Cal’s hand slid under the waistband of his underwear, cupping himself as he watched me. He pulled his cock free and began to stroke himself, slow and shameless, never breaking eye contact. The sound made my own cock twitch, desperate for friction.
He palmed himself, thumb circling the head, then let his cock fall across his palm, slapping it gently, a filthy little smile tugging at his lips as he played with himself. He pinched his nipple with his free hand, gasping at the sensation, his hips rocking forward, cock jumping in his fist.
“You like watching?” he teased, voice hoarse with arousal.
“I could watch you forever,” I answered, honest to the bone, hungry for him in a way that was more than physical. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cal.”
He grinned and leaned forward to claim my mouth in a kiss so deep I nearly forgot to breathe. His cock pressed against my stomach, hot and hard, leaving a smear of precome on my skin. He sucked my lower lip between his teeth, bit down, then licked the sting away.
Still stroking himself, he leaned back, letting me watch the way his hand worked his length, the way his chest heaved, nipples hard and red from his own rough touch. He pressed his other hand to my chest, pinning me, just enough pressure to remind me that I was bound, that I’d surrendered everything to him.
“You ever want to be used?” he murmured, grinding against my thigh, letting his cock rub against my skin.
“Yes,” I admitted, the word punched out of me by need. “By you, always.”
He groaned, rolling his hips, jerking himself faster now, gaze burning into mine. “Good,” he said, voice a broken promise. “Because tonight, you’re mine.”
He bent again, licking a line up my throat, nipping at my jaw, sucking a mark behind my ear that would last for days. His hand slid down my body, squeezing my thigh, then cupping my balls through the fabric, rolling them gently before letting go, making me ache for more.
Cal slid his body down, mouth worshipping every inch until he knelt between my legs, looking up with eyes gone black with hunger. He pressed a final kiss to the tip of my cock, through the thin cotton, making me jolt and writhe, helpless, desperate, utterly his.
Cal didn’t hesitate.
One tug and my underwear was gone, ripped clean off my hips and tossed aside like it had never mattered. Cool air hit my cock for half a second before heat replaced it—before Cal’s hands were on me, greedy and possessive, fingers wrapping around my length like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. He pushed his own underwear down and kicked it away without looking, bare and hard and unapologetic, but his attention never left me.
Never left my cock.
“Fuck,” I breathed, straining uselessly against the silk at my wrists as he leaned in, nose dragging slowly along my shaft. He inhaled like my scent alone could wreck him, like he needed it in his lungs, in his bones. The sound he made went straight through me.
Cal licked me from base to tip in one long, deliberate stroke, tongue flat and slow, gathering the pre-come that had already slicked the head. He circled it with intent, dragging his tongue through the sensitive seam, tasting me like he was cataloguing every reaction, every shudder.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent and filthy all at once.
Then he took me into his mouth.
No teasing this time. No easing in. He swallowed me down to the back of his throat in one relentless motion, lips stretching, jaw working as he took me deep enough to make my vision white out. I cried out, hips jerking hard enough that the restraints bit into my skin, my whole body arching as if I could somehow force myself deeper.
Cal moaned around me, the vibration obscene, and pulled back just enough to breathe before diving back down again. He set a brutal rhythm—fast, unyielding, his head bobbing with intent as his hands locked onto my thighs, holding me in place like I might disappear if he didn’t anchor me there.
I writhed, every muscle trembling, cock leaking steadily into his mouth as he sucked with purpose, cheeks hollowed, tongue relentless. He pulled off with a wet sound and immediately went lower, licking down my shaft, over my balls, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin until I was shaking apart.
He pressed his nose to my taint and inhaled again, like he couldn’t get enough of me. Then his tongue flicked out before he flattened it and licked me there properly, tasting every reaction he tore out of me.
“Cal—fuck—” My voice broke completely as he went back to my cock, licking from the base upward, saliva slicking me up until I was a mess for him. He sucked the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with maddening precision, flicking the spot that made my hips buck uncontrollably.
He pulled back again, spit dripping down my shaft, and dragged both hands over me, coating me in it, stroking slow just to make me suffer. Then he leaned in and kissed the head of my cock—soft, almost tender—before opening his mouth and taking me deep again, deeper this time, throat relaxing around me as he worked me without mercy.
I could feel every inch of him, the heat, the pressure, the way he refused to give me a second to recover. My abs clenched, backarching, breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as he fucked my cock with his mouth like it belonged to him.
