Page 6 of The Fighter

Two painful minutes had passed, and I was back in my bedroom. My erection had finally begun to fade, but with Tav’s request in his soft-spoken, low voice, I was back to critical mass.

Tied. To the bed.

Again I was struck at the strength of this man. The ability to admit his fantasy to himself and tell me. As far as kink went, it certainly wasn’t far gone on the meter, but it was his fantasy, and it was valid. And I got the sense he’d never told anyone before.

I nodded, retrieving the black rope I kept for such occasions. He was still laying on his stomach. I pulled one of his arms out from under the pillow and secured it to a post on the headboard, binding his wrist, and then did the same to his other wrist.

His hands were about shoulder-width apart, with some give. He rotated his wrists, looking at the rope, and tested it by tugging. He pulled slowly, hard, and then he yanked even harder. I let him test his bonds, knowing he wanted this, needed this.

His breath was coming in harsh pants between his parted lips, and when he stopped tugging and turned to face me, his pupils were dilated.

And I knew then exactly what I wanted to do next. I dropped my pants and my boxers, so I stood next to the bed naked. Tav’s eyes were on my cock, and I stroked it a couple of times for his benefit and tugged on my balls. He licked his lips, and I smiled.

I moved the pillow out from under his head, propped it against the headboard, and then sat within the circle of his arms, my back on the pillow. Tav’s arms rested on top of thighs, my legs spread on either side of his body. I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed it down, so he rested his face on the inside of my leg.

I stroked his hair, enjoying the way his lashes fluttered. His hands opened, his palms resting flat on the cheeks of my ass. His body was spread out before me, his legs apart.

His eyes opened slowly as I began to talk. “I want you to suck me, slowly and gently. My cock, my balls. Not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me hard. I want all your attention focused on me.” I slipped on my reading glasses that were on my nightstand and picked up a file I’d placed there earlier in the day, with the intention of reading it before bed. “While you do that, I’m going to do some work.”

His arms tightened around me, his fingers digging into my ass. He turned his face and opened up his lips on my groin, sucking hard on the skin there. I carded my fingers through his hair. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

He nodded, still sucking on the skin, and then finally released it, turning his head once again to look at me.

I stroked my cock once and held it to his lips. “Go on, then.”

If I wasn’t a thirty-five-year-old man with a lot of experience, I would have come immediately when Tav closed his lips around the head of my cock and suckled the tip like a lollipop. But I’dhad experience with cock warming and edging. And I knew how to keep myself in check. I picked up my file and began to read through it over Tav’s head, keeping one hand tangled in his hair.

He made small noises in the back of his throat, like a happy kid eating cake, while he sucked gently on my cock. Occasionally he bobbed down to the root, but mainly he focused on the tip, tonguing the glans and lapping at my slit.

I laid the file beside my hip and made notes with a pen, knowing I needed to send this off to my accountant tomorrow. Tav’s mouth was magic, just enough to keep me hard and content. His attention was on me, his biceps bunched where he gripped me, tugging me into his mouth like he couldn’t get closer. He dipped his head and went to work on my balls, his slippery tongue and lips wetting the soft skin.

He’d suck one ball into his mouth, then the other, letting them go with a loud pop. I paged through the file, making notes here and there, signing off where I needed to, as Tav continued to work me.

At some point, I looked up from a spreadsheet I was approving to see his hips working, pressing into the bed in small thrusts. I watched the muscles of his ass flex and admired the way the angel seemed to take flight on his back when his shoulders moved.

He was groaning constantly now, sending vibrations down the shaft of my cock, to the point of distraction. I had finished the file anyway, so I closed it and placed it on the nightstand along with my pen and took off my reading glasses.

I gripped Tav’s hair and tugged, and he raised his head from his attention to my shaft. His lower face was shiny with spit, his lips red and swollen. The color in his eyes was barely visible, and his hair was in disarray from my fingers. He looked utterly debauched.

I ran my thumb over the slickness on his lower lip. When I dipped it between his lips, he drew it in immediately, sucking hard. He was an incredibly oral person, loved having something in his mouth.

I pulled out my thumb. “Did you like that?”

He laid his head on my thigh and tightened his arms around my hips. “Yes.”

“You did so well.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks reddening.

“I’m going to fuck you now, while you’re still tied to my bed.”

His jaw muscle tightened, and a small sound, almost like a whimper escaped his lips.

After one more tug on his hair, I slipped out from the circle of his arms. As I rolled a condom down my length, he watched me. His hips were still working, small thrusts into the bed, like he couldn’t control himself.

I moved to the edge of the bed and kneeled between his legs, stroking my lubed cock. I reached down and removed the cock ring with a snap that echoed in the bedroom. The groan he released sounded like heaven. I smacked the side of his hip and said, “Up on your knees, Tav.”

He rose quickly, forearms planted on the bed, ass in the air. I slowly pulled out the plug and dropped it on the mattress. His hole flexed as I circled the stretched skin with my fingers, making sure he was well-lubed. “You’re ready.”