He shakes his heads, and I secure the lace with a loose knot. Nicholas pulls his hands lightly, feeling the restraints. “Don’t think I’ve ever wanted to touch you so bad,” he says.
I stroke his cheek, looking at him. “You look like a present.”
“Good,” he says, grinning, and kisses me again, his tied hands pressed between our torsos. “I read a book once where the characters did this, and I’ve always remembered it.”
“What kind of books are you reading?”
“Dirty ones,” he says. “Books filled with lots of ideas how I can drive you wild.”
I lower him down to the couch and drag my mouth to his chest, kissing him as he whimpers appreciation.
“Yeah, Nicky,” I encourage him. “Drive me out of my goddamn mind.”
I’ve already lost it. I’m already totally broken for him, so why not?
I move slow and deliberate, kissing him everywhere, working up anticipation. He’s splayed out beneath me, and all I can think about is pleasuring him.
I put my mouth at his ear. “How are you doing? Does this feel okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Good.” I paw at his side. “I like having your body all to myself.”
I want you to always be mine, I think. Want to give him everything I have, too. But I know that’s not how this story ends, so I bite my words back.
“I’m leaking for you, Nicky,” I growl instead.
He licks his bottom lip and lets out a breathy response. “I’ll clean you up.”
My dick twitches. Pushing my underwear down, I free my erection and guide it to his mouth.
I grab the back of his head, helping him. All my muscles are taut. His mouth is warm and soft and wet, and the pleasure of it is pure torture, radiating from my core and obliterating my senses.
As I rock my hips, his sweet lips slide up and down my shaft, his tongue flicking at my tip. I can see in his watery eyes how much he’s enjoying this, and the drive to pleasure him burns hotter.
“Working up a nice, big load for you,” I manage.
He groans around my dick, and I thrust, my crown hitting the back of his throat. When I feel the heavy pressure of an orgasm building behind my balls, I drag my erection back, and he coughs out a breath.
“Still good?” I ask.
Instead of answering, Nicholas puts his tied hands behind my head, pulling me into another kiss. We make out and reposition, and my dick rubs against his ass. I reach sideways and grab the lube, which I use to slick up my shaft and between his cheeks.
It destroys my brain. Electrifies my muscles. He’s giving himself over to me, and his moans of pleasure are all the reassurance I need that this is right.
I grind my wet crown against his rim until Nicky gasps and I enter him. He pulls his hands to his mouth and bites down hard on the lace, sweating and shaking.
I lock eyes with him as he takes me deeper, and our breathing matches up.
“Nicky,” I growl.
“Clay,” he says with a breath, lace across his teeth.
The bed creaks and rocks beneath us, and I bounce my hips up, fucking him deeper. Nicholas opens himself to me, letting me take charge. I’m right up against the edge of an orgasm, but I hold it together, finding his spot and plowing into him over and over.
“Good boy,” I tell him, filling in the dirty talk, even though I’m nowhere near as good as he is. “Take that dick.”
Uninhibited, Nicholas fucks me back with his ass, dragging pleasure from my root. I take the lace and lift his hands, pressing them to the headboard, fighting like hell not to climax.
