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“Craig, p-please, just fuck me already,” he begged.

I had three fingers in him and knew he was ready. Pulling them from his loosened hole, I smeared the lube from my fingers onto my cock and lined up. The heat from his ass made my cock harder as I slowly breached his entrance.

“Breathe, baby,” I coached as I pushed deeper inside.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he cried out with hitched breaths. But a smile appeared once I bottomed out and my hips met his.

“You okay?” I asked before pulling back, then driving in again.

“Oh, yeah. Don’t fucking stop. Give it to me, Howler!”

It was all I needed. With rhythmic precision, I drove my hips into him, my hands hooked around his muscled thighs. I watched him roll his eyes as I pounded his ass. He gripped and released the wristbands with each thrust.

I let go of one leg and gripped his nine-inch shaft, stroking it in time with my fucking. The head of his cock glistened in the low bedroom light from the amount of pre-cum that dripped from it. I was close, and I wanted us to come at the same time. I loved it when we came together. It made me feel more spiritually and physically connected to him.

“Baby, I’m close,” he said through labored breaths.

“Let it fly. I wanna come as I watch you shoot for me.”

Jonesy’s arms tightened against the restraints, and he cried out as I jacked his cock. The first spurt of his cum took me over the edge as I watched it splatter on his chest, and I drove in deep, painting his insides with my release. Everything went white with sparks as I closed my eyes to relish the moment. When I’d finished, I looked down at him. His torso was glazed in cum, and I was amazed by the amount.

“Holy shit, babe. Look at what you did,” I said with a wide-eyed look.

“I can’t. I’m too spent right now.” He laughed, and I joined in. I loved how we could banter and enjoy ourselves during sex. It made it more fun and engaging.

I slowly pulled out, and he lowered his legs, allowing me to crawl over him. I didn’t mind the slick slide of cum between us as I kissed him.

“You’re getting us all messy,” he chuckled once I broke the kiss.

“You made the mess. I’m just body painting with you,” I shot back.

“Well, I’d appreciate my wrists being freed. They’re making my hands go to sleep.”

“Anything you say, detective.”

I huffed as I hiked myself up and released him from the headboard. Once free, he pulled me into a tight embrace. I nuzzled my face into his neck, soaking in his warmth, and felt the steady beat of his pulse. It was soothing.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” I replied, still nuzzling his neck.

I took his endearment to heart, but I still wished he could express it outside the bedroom.

9

JONESY

The morning light caught my eye through the window on the east side of my bedroom. I took a deep breath and blinked the sleep from my eyes, realizing I was held prisoner by a leg and an arm lazily draped over my body. I cleared my throat, but the man lying half on top of me didn’t stir.

We’d had quite a physical workout before finally falling asleep. After Craig bound and fucked me into the mattress, as I hoped he would, we showered, and he was raring to go again. So, as I lay on my back, he straddled me, riding my dick like I was a show pony. It had been a fun night.

I brought his hand to my mouth, kissing his palm. He still didn’t stir. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, we've got to get up,” I prodded. He slowly turned his face into the pillow and muttered something I couldn’t make out. I shifted out from under his leg and walked to the bathroom.

When I was finished, I flipped off the bathroom light and saw him sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, blonde hair mussed as he ran his hands through it. He gave me a look I could only describe as semi-comatose, which made me chuckle.

“Why are you laughing at me?” he said sleepily.

“You’re so cute when you wake up, or should I say try and wake up?” I replied, sitting next to him on the bed.