I don’t have to ask twice. He’s too horny to be shy and pushes against me, even squeezing his tight hole as if to show me how good it will make my dick feel.
I take my sweet time toying with him, stretching him just right, but it feels like edgingmyselfbecause the wait is torturous when I want to be inside him. At least I get to rock my dick against his sweaty thigh.
It’s sweet torment, but he opens up with more ease than I anticipated, and once that happens, I don’t bother to wait.
He chokes on a moan when I push in, my cock sinking down along with his body, until he’s flat on his stomach and I rest my weight on him, like he wanted. It feels as if our hearts are beating in unison, and I wiggle my hips, cozying up inside him while my lips find his pulse. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Victor’s panting, making little moans every time I move. “You’re big, but… I like it. Now that I know what it’s like, I can’t get enough…”
Music to my ears. Only now it hits me how quickly I’ve usually discarded lovers. I never wanted to connect beyond getting off. With Victor, I’m hungry to get under his skin. To be the only thing he thinks of day and night. When he sleeps, I want to be in his dreams, and when he’s awake, I want him within my sight.
And I shall have all that.
“Good thing you met me first. You’d have been such a slut otherwise, wouldn’t you?” I tease, gently squeezing his jaw and stroking his body with my other hand. He inhales, about to answer when I withdraw from him, then push back into his heat.
Oh, God. He’s so slick and tight. I can’t wait to pump him full of my cum.
“No! I’m not like that,” he whines. “I wouldn’t.”
Cute.
“Oh, you would. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself and just flirt with everyone. But I won’t let that happen. You are mine now, and your holes exist for my pleasure, pet,” I tell him, feeling so very hot as I start to move in a careful rhythm.
He likes that. I can sense it. I’m loving how receptive he is, lacking in self-control. His moans are music to my ears. I could probably get off just listening to him.
“Please…” Victor whines. His head is turned, so I see his pink lips and flushed cheeks as he’s panting. His damp ginger waves are spread over the pillows as if to make a pretty picture on purpose, and it’s only making me fuck him faster.
“Please what?” I tease.
He’s pushing back, aroused, greedy, and I force him to twist his head back, reaching his supple lips. Each nerve in my body throbs when he chokes on air, suddenly squeezing around me so tightly I lose my pace and fuck him even harder. He’s coming. And, somehow, so am I.
He cries out, rocking against me, completely out of it. I imagine he’s crying under the blindfold, and it turns me on even more. Heisa cry-baby, and I can’t get enough of his raw emotions. They’re filling a void years of detachment created inside me.
“Please… come inside…” he mutters as if that’s his single wish.
I stretch my arms, arching over him while my hips work at a punishing speed, fucking the contents of my balls into his ass. The peace that comes immediately after is so overwhelming I struggle not to collapse on top of him. My head’s spinning by the time I lower myself on top of him and pull off the blindfold, about to fall straight to sleep.
Instead of looking around, he has eyes only for me, all hazy and soft.
“Kisses?” he mumbles. Even the fuck isn’t enough. He always wants more, and I’ll gladly give it.
He’s still bound, with pants pooling around his knees, but neither of us cares, as long as we get to touch. “Come here. You can have all the kisses you want,” I mumble, stroking his cheek as our lips meet.
He watches me like I’m the sun, the moon, and the stars all at once, and then he settles into my embrace for deep kisses that last until his heartbeat finally slows down.
His breathing calmed, he settles his head on the pillow, but then his gaze drifts over my shoulder, to the wall of screens.
“Oh fuck.”
Goddamn it. All I want is to stay curled up around him and let the fatigue pull me to sleep, but now that I remember the existence of the world beyond the bed, the need to double-check everything is like a rock constantly rubbing the same sensitive spot on my foot. I will not have peace until I empty my shoe.
Or rather, check the status of the security system. And for good reason, because stalling with it has almost cost Victor’s life.
With a final smooch, I pull away and face the wall of monitors. “I-ah... nobody’s been here since Mom died. Sorry about the mess.”
“Mess?” Victor looks around, dazed. “No, I… I mean… What is all of this?”
“This is... where I sleep.”
