23. Ethan
23
ETHAN
AUGUST
James’s lips are wrapped tight around my cock, his tongue working me over in a way that has me twitching. My breath is coming out in ragged gasps, and I’m getting dangerously close as James takes me farther back than he ever has before and?—
“Aagh! Fuck!” James chokes on his attempt at deepthroating and sprays me.
“You okay?” I ask, concerned for James when I see him scrambling around with watery eyes.
Fumbling around, he reaches for the box of tissues on my nightstand. “I’m fine. I just need to wipe us down.” Using one hand to clean his face and the other to dry my stomach, James’s breathing goes back to normal. He finishes up and tosses the wad of paper onto the floor before sitting on the side of the bed, recovering.
As he rocks from side to side, his head perks up. “Actually, do you have any wet wipes? I think we could use some.” He reaches down and I lie back, waiting. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach for the bottom drawer of my nightstand and a surge of panic jolts through me. I spring up and lunge over to the other side of the bed.
“Stop, don’t open that?—”
It’s too late. I hear James’s surprised laugh, and I know that it’s out.
James turns toward me, tenderly holding a tangle of black handcuffs with his fingertips.
“What are these, Ethan?” James asks sweetly, his eyes narrowing in a way that’s anything but sweet.
If he wants to be cheeky about this, two can play at that game. I lunge at James, bowling him over onto the mattress while holding his arms behind his back.
“I use those to punish bad boys who misbehave,” I tease, barely stopping myself from bursting into laughter. James snorts, and I expect him to scramble away and hit me with a pillow or something.
Instead, James jumps over, flattening me to the bed and pinning my arms above my head.
“Or maybe you have them because you want me to use them on you,” he drawls, sending a burst of heat straight from my ears to my dick.
My face flushes in anticipation. He’s got me figured out.
“Hey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I insist. “And yeah, I’m into the idea of being tied up.”
James fixes me with an expression that’s half-intrigue, half-mischief.
“What gets me going is someone taking control.”
“I can make that happen,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me. “Say red if you want me to stop.”
My dick stiffens even more. He knows what he’s doing.
The sensation of James dragging the handcuffs over my chest and down my arms sends shivers across my whole body.
“Why don’t we continue where we left off?” James mumbles, kissing along my neck.
My heart races as I bring my arms up. James is already starting to fasten the cuffs to the bedposts, and I eagerly slip my wrists through the soft fabric. He tightens me in, and my cock stands to attention, rock-solid and dripping precum like a faucet. I finally get to give up some control, and fuck, it’s amazing. This is as incredible as I’ve always imagined it to be.
James straddles my waist and surveys his handiwork. “Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you,” he teases, sliding his fingers down my stomach before giving my cock a gentle tug.
The slightest touch sends a wave of need radiating out from my groin. My dick jumps as James strokes me with his fingertips, the impossibly light contact registering just enough to drive me crazy.
I have ways of holding myself back for sure, but my body wants what it wants, and it really wants to come. It’s the same now, but the difference this time is that I can’t do anything about it. Other than beg, which I do because I don’t know how much more of these feather-light strokes I can take without losing my mind.
James tuts at me. “So impatient. You have to work hard for your reward, babe.” At that, he shuffles up, dick in hand, and looks expectantly at me. Out of instinct, I open my mouth and James eagerly plunges in, his full, salty taste filling my mouth.
I angle my head up and suck him hard, knowing that the faster I get him off, the faster I can come. James’s head falls back as I snake my tongue along his shaft, drawing a deep moan out of him.
“That’s so good, keep doing it like that,” he urges, his hand reaching back to jerk me. I shut my eyes and focus on the feeling of James in my mouth and his hand around my needy dick. My synapses spark, overwhelmed by the intensity. My balls tighten, and my mouth starts to suck James more erratically, distracted by the twisting pressure in my groin that needs to release?—
James’s hand is suddenly gone, and my eyes fly open. A scream of protest escapes me around his thick length. I glare pleadingly at James, whose reply is to smirk back down before dragging his dick out of my mouth.
“I need to come so bad.” My arms are starting to burn as I strain against the handcuffs in vain.
James throws his hands up in mock disbelief. “Dude, I jerked you for like thirty seconds. I’m not gonna make it that easy.”
As if to tease me, James starts stroking his cock in my face and moans about how spectacular it feels. I close my eyes again and groan. I’m so horny, and my urge to release is so strong that it physically hurts.
But, because nothing James does is even remotely predictable, his mouth surrounds my dick again, lapping at the sensitive head. I keep my mouth shut even though I’m confused. He said I have to wait, but I swear I’m gonna blow in ten seconds if he keeps this up.
Nope, he doesn’t keep it up. James is still sucking me, but he’s constantly changing his rhythm. Fast, then slow. Firm, then light. It’s fucking amazing but there’s no way I can come from these mixed-up sensations.
He keeps switching things up which makes the pressure in my balls intensify. My hands, still as immobile as they were at the start of all this, flail around helplessly as I fucking whimper . I’m embarrassing myself, but hey, I asked for this.
And then it stops. The euphoric, addictive wetness around my shaft is gone, and I think I could cry. James is sitting on my chest again, his dick poking at my mouth.
“Make me come, Ethan.”
I open my mouth wide and accept James’s thick, pulsing dick, slicking it and taking him all the way to the back of my throat, pulling out all the moves that I know James can’t resist. Deepthroat, clench, suck, and repeat. Like clockwork, James starts to shake, and his thighs tighten around me as I feel the first bursts of his orgasm wet my tongue. Tightening his grip on my shoulders, he yells out and shudders, thrusting deep into my mouth. The rest of his load trickles out of him as pulls back, panting hard.
“Oh boy, that was intense.” James is unsteady as he shuffles down and brushes my aching length with his ass. “Now, let’s put you out of your misery.”
Before I have a chance to tilt my head down, James sucks on me again, and oh man, it’s insane. My biceps pull against the cuffs as he takes my dick further while twisting his hand around the shaft. The tension in my groin builds and builds, sending me past the point of no return. James’s tongue circles the head, and I can’t take any more. I shoot down his throat, hard, while letting out a primal, almost inhuman cry. The climax rips through me, buzzing around every corner of my body, short-circuiting my brain and making my limbs all fuzzy. In a flash, James unties me and collapses onto his back, both of us breathing hard and deep.
My wrists are sore and my body aches, but I reach into the nightstand to retrieve the pack of wet wipes that James was supposed to fetch half an hour ago. I clean myself off, letting the cool, saturated towel glide over my skin. I discard my wipe and throw one at James before going back to finish riding the aftershocks of my release.
My last thought before passing out is that I want to sleep for a year.