23. Chapter 23 #2
“Or have you had enough?”
He gives a sort of nod, but it might as well be an involuntary movement.
“Go ahead,” I say, grinning madly. “Tell me no.”
Noah looks at me over his shoulder. “N-No?”
“Yeah. If you’ve had enough, you should say no.” I pull my hand out and fit my cock to his hole, waiting for him to understand what I’m getting at.
“Oh.” His eyes widen as understanding dawns on him. “N-No,” he chokes out. “Please don’t.”
Everything is so intense between us that I have no problem buying this little act of his, and I smirk wickedly. “Well, if you don’t want it, you should try to get away.”
He scrambles up the mattress, the chain clinking as he pulls himself up by his wrists. I let him struggle for a while against his restraints before I grab hold of his hips and yank him back, fitting my cock to his stretched-out hole.
“Please don’t— ah …”
He gasps when I enter him, and fuck, he’s hugging my cock so nicely, despite having my whole fist in there only minutes ago. I grab his neck in a rough grip and push him down onto the mattress—head down, ass up.
“Have you had enough?”
“Yeah. Enough. Please, stop.”
I know he wants it, but he’s acting like he doesn’t, scrambling at the sheets in a half-hearted attempt to get away, just to please me, and I had no idea it would turn me on this much.
I’m pulling the strings, and he’s a helpless marionette in my hands as I press him down into the mattress in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” he sobs. He twists his head to gaze up at me, face flushed. If I squint, I can see true fear in his eyes.
“Or maybe you’re starting to like it?” I push two fingers into his mouth, sliding them flat against his tongue. Noah moans around my fingers, saliva pooling in his mouth. “Your holes are insatiable for me, always ready to take my cock or my fingers.”
He gives a muffled groan, and I pull my fingers out to let him reply. “Yes. Always.”
“I can use you however I want, fuck you however I want—that’s how much you want to please me. That’s how much you fucking like me .”
“I do,” Noah moans. “Please use me, Ash. I like you so much. I’ll give you everything. All of me.”
I like you too. I want to give you all of me too. I could say it, but my illusion of power would shatter pretty quickly if I did.
My orgasm is approaching with roaring intensity.
I dig my fingers into Noah’s hips as I drive my cock into him again and again, until I feel that telltale surge of tension in my groin.
Flipping him over to his back with a harsh grip on his shoulder, I pull out of his wrecked hole and climb over his body, just in time to jerk myself to completion over his face.
Noah opens his mouth and receives my cum, the muscles in his arms straining against the chains. I groan as I empty myself into his mouth, onto his face, and down the hollow of his throat.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. My thighs are shaking. Taking a deep breath, I reach for the key to the padlocks and unlock Noah’s wrists. His arms fall to his sides, and I lie down beside him, pulling him close. “That was good, yeah?”
“Yes, Asher. Really good.”
“How do you feel? Are you sore?”
“No?…?but it?…?feels strange. Empty.” He sucks in a shaky breath. “Did I do good?”
“Yeah. So good. That was so fucking hot, you letting me in like that.” I sigh and kiss the sharp jut of his shoulder. “We’re out of lube though.”
His eyes shoot wide open, limbs tensing. “What?”
“So we’re gonna have to go outside to get some more.”
He shakes his head. “No?…?No, we can’t do that.”
“It’s okay. I know a place; they have all sorts of fun stuff. While we’re there, we can—”
“No.”
His voice is so loud it echoes throughout the basement, and when I look at him, his face is an emotionless mask, reminiscent of the way he looked when he first captured me.
Closed off. Distant.
Dead Eye.
“Hey.” I prop myself up on an elbow, frowning. “What happened about making me feel safe?”
His mask gives the slightest crack. “I?…?I only meant?…?We don’t want to go outside. You’ve said it yourself: It’s not safe out there.”
“Safe?” I raise an eyebrow. “It’s not like there’s a zombie apocalypse or anything. We’ll just go to the Love Loft and head right back.”
Noah frowns, his mouth a tight line.
“Hey,” I say softly. “If nothing else, I think we need some vitamin D, though I guess you’ve been getting plenty of that lately,” I add with a wink, trying to de-escalate this sudden tension between us. When it doesn’t work, I sigh and try for rationality instead. “We can’t go without lube, Noah.”
“I could order it online.”
“With what money?”
He sends me a confused look. “Your money.”
“Yeah, but maybe I want to go outside and buy it.”
I can’t deny that this whole conversation is making me a little uncomfortable. Or rather, Noah’s reaction is making me uncomfortable. Is this just how he gets when he’s had his ass stretched out?
I take his hand and bring it to my lips. It’s limp in my grip, but I kiss his knuckles anyway. “Are you worried I’ll leave or something?”
“No. Not?…?exactly.”
“Then what?”
The crease between his brows deepens. I almost think he’s about to dismiss the subject entirely and leave me hanging, but then he gives a deep sigh, closing his eyes, as if the mere act of saying those words takes a lot out of him.
“Okay. We’ll do it. Tomorrow.”
We spend the rest of the evening cuddling and kissing, and all seems okay once again. It was just a temporary blip in our world, as will be the trip to the Love Loft tomorrow. We’ll get the lube, maybe a fun sex toy, and go straight back home. Although, I am dying for a burger?…