Page 40 of Doubting Hearts

I leaned down and licked the tip of his erection. “You were right,” I murmured as he arched his body up toward me. “And I don’t have bloody hissy fits.” I nibbled the end of his cock, tugging it slightly with my teeth, and he yelped.

“Christ, Toby, I know you said you chew, but hell… oh dear God….” His voice trailed off into an agonized whisper as I took him into my mouth, effectively shutting him up. It was always guaranteed to make him lose his breath. He closed his eyes, and I could hear his panting as I licked and nuzzled, sucked and pressured, and generally drove him to distraction. His hands clutched the bedspread, his knuckles white, and he opened his eyes as I looked up at him. They were unfocused, his gaze blank, and I laughed softly as I moved my mouth away and stood up to take my own clothes off. I started to unfasten my tie, and he growled softly.

“Leave your shirt and tie on,” he instructed. “Unbutton your shirt and just put your tie loosely around your neck.”

I was taking my trousers off, and my cock lurched madly at his words. I slipped out of my trousers, slid my boxers off, and kicked them across the room.

“Is this your idea of a role play, Rain?” I asked silkily, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, watching his eyes devour the sight. “Am I the bad boy, well-dressed business executive about to give the local handyman a blowjob he’ll remember? I’m afraid my arse isn’t yours tonight. I’m still too bloody tender from last night.” My white dress shirt was now loose in the front, and I rolled my sleeves up to the elbows. Rain watched, swallowing, his cock getting even harder. I smiled as I played with the tie around my neck, which hung loosely on my chest. I slid it around my neck teasingly, rolling the fabric through my fingers. Rain watched, mesmerized. I felt a sense of power in being able to turn him on like this. My own cock was steel hard.

“Now where were we?” I whispered as I took him in my mouth again, loving the taste of his sweat and precome, musk and primeval animal. He groaned loudly, gripping my head, pushing himself in deeper as I moved, sliding my tongue up and down his shaft. The tie dangled against his body, and I made sure I moved so that the silk brushed his cock, hearing him hiss as he gripped my hair tighter.

“God, Toby, you know how to work that mouth of yours,” he gasped.

“Just don’t stop, lover. Then I’ll take care of you before you bloody explode.”

I went lower, sucking one of his balls into my mouth, nibbling it gently, feeling the roughness of the sac against my tongue. He moaned loudly as I tongued it, then moved back up to fill my mouth with him once more. The noises he made were such a turn-on, and I reveled in being able to do this to him, my rough-and-tough carpenter. He squirmed, moaning for what seemed like hours as I played with him, cunningly fingering him, stroking that sweet spot between balls and backside that drove him crazy. My hard-on was getting its own action as I rubbed myself against his leg, the bed, or anything else I could find to cause a little friction. But I didn’t want to come. Not yet. I wanted him to do that for me.

Finally, I took pity on his entreaties and increased my efforts, and within minutes I felt the roots of my hair almost being pulled out as he came. His semen shot into the back of my throat, hot and slippery, and I took it all. His body shuddered, his thighs tensed like steel girders. Finally, he was spent, and I climbed up his boneless, still-quivering body and kissed him. He pushed me over onto my back, covering me half with his body as his hand wrapped around my cock. His palm was rough, a texture I knew to be uniquely Rain, hard-working and toughened.

He knew how to work me, his expert hands caressing, stroking, squeezing, and fingering my tip, leaving me writhing on the bed. His lips were on mine, hard and demanding, his stubble scratching my face with the vehemence of his kisses. I slid my hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles in his back as they played beneath my needy fingers.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he growled, his mouth biting at every available bit of flesh he could find. I held my breath as he gave a particularly deep and painful suck to my nipple, moving down to attack the soft skin of my stomach with needy teeth and lips. I winced in delicious pain. I’d definitely be covered in love bites tomorrow, all over the place from the feel of it.

“I want to mark every bit of you as mine,” he whispered as his hand caressed my almost bursting cock. Normally those words would have caused me to have an egomaniacal hissy fit and declare, once again, that I belonged to nobody. I tried a little token resistance.

“I told you I don’t do possession well,” I gasped as he moved farther down to suck at the skin on my inner thigh. He gave me one last nip, as if punishing me for my words.

“Do you want me to stop, then?” He stared at me darkly. I shook my head frantically. “No, God, no, don’t stop.”

“Then shut up and let me finish.” He went back to marking me, and I arched my back as he gave me a painful bite.

He increased the pressure on my dick, giving it one last hard stroke. I climaxed, spurting out ribbons of white silk over his hand, his chest, my stomach, before collapsing back, satisfied and breathless. Rain moved up to take my mouth again, and for a moment we simply enjoyed the taste of each other. Finally, he let my lips go and nestled in beside me. I felt his soft breath against my chest.

“So, I take it we’re not fighting anymore?” His mouth caressed my jaw as his fingers played with the tie that lay against my sweating and bitten chest. He tightened the knot, sliding it up and down, loose then tight, over and over again.

I kissed his forehead. “I can’t stay mad at you for caring about me.” “I don’t want to see anyone hurt you,” he murmured quietly as his mouth grazed my nipple, and I shivered.

“Let’s not rehash it all,” I whispered

He sighed, his fingers still playing with the tie.

I grinned. “You have a thing for that item.”

“Uh-huh. I have a couple of ideas on how to use it,” he teased.

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” Anticipation rippled through my body. Rain sat up, motioning for me to do the same. I did, and he lifted the tie over my head to take it off and draped it through his fingers.

I shivered at the look in his eyes. He smiled. “I could tie you up with it.”

I was the most amazing inflatable Ken doll as my penis took on a life of its own at the thought.

“Or I can blindfold you with it so you have no idea what I’m about to do.” He smiled wickedly. “Or I can get two ties, and we can do it all at the same time.” His own steadily growing hardness twitched against my thigh.

“Jesus, Rain,” I said huskily. “I like all of those, especially the last one. As long as I get to return the favor.”

My lover laughed softly as he got off the bed. “That goes without saying.” He cocked his head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. Want to join me? And wear your shirt. I want to see it all wet and stuck to your body.” He shivered slightly. “This is going to be so hot.”

He padded naked into the bathroom as I watched his taut backside. I gave it a minute until I heard the water and then joined him. I wore the bloody shirt.