Chapter 32
MITCHELL
Hmm. Like this, I had easy access to all his delectable bits.
I released one ankle and was pleased to see he kept it in place.
I quickly looped a piece of the silk rope around the headboard, then his wrist, and tied it, slipping a finger in under the loop to make sure it wasn’t too tight.
I then tied his ankle on that side to his wrist. So far so good.
“Still okay?”
Yes,” he rasped.
“Not uncomfortable?”
He gave an experimental tug. “‘S good.”
“Alrighty then.” I repeated my actions on the other side, then sat back to admire my work. “Fuck, you look so sexy like this.” My pants were uncomfortably tight, and I wondered why the hell I even still had them on. I scrambled backwards and quickly got rid of my remaining clothes.
“Please,” he begged, and I had to squeeze the base of my cock at the sound of his wrecked voice. Along with the view, it was almost too much.
“I’m here, baby,” I soothed, clambering back up into place. “We have to have you fuck me first, right, to settle you?”
“Yeah.”
“Right. I’m going to plug you and then ride you like a goddamn cowboy until we both explode.”
“Please.”
I coated my fingers and began rubbing circles on his exposed hole, waiting for it to soften.
I bent my head down and sucked in as much of his monstrous cock as I could.
Fuck. He was bigger than my largest dildo back home.
I was going to have to go slow while getting him in me.
My jaw ached from the stretch but I reveled in it, knowing how good I was making him feel.
The small, soft scales along his shaft felt interesting against my tongue and I just knew they’d probably feel like dynamite as they scraped against my walls.
I slipped in one finger, then two, and he began to babble, praising me, begging me to give him more. I felt him tense up and I popped off, moving to quickly squeeze the base of his shaft.
“Uh huh! No coming until you’re deep inside me!”
He whined, thrashing his head.
“Just another minute, honey.” I released his dick and stroked his flank before picking up one of the butt plugs.
I coated it liberally with lube, then pressed it against his flexing hole.
Wriggling the tip in, I slowly pushed, twisting it.
He panted, eyes bright, pupils completely blown, glancing down to where my hand was.
“There, it’s in now,” I told him, leaning up to brush a kiss against his lips.
Now it was my turn. I quickly lubed myself up and began stretching myself.
His pants became even harsher, his words now incoherent as he watched the show I was giving him.
I felt empowered and incredibly sexy. He wanted me, Mitchell, the chubby dyslexic carrot top!
I was totally his jam, just as he was mine. Unable to wait any longer, I moved.
“Huh. This is a bit awkward but I can make it work,” I murmured aloud.
I placed one of my legs under each of his, positioning myself so I had a hand on either side of his shoulders.
I wriggled backwards until I felt his bobbing cock brush against me.
“There you are,” I whispered, reaching back with one hand and aiming his head against my hole.
I pushed back, grunting at the burn as he breached me.
“Tight,” he groaned in a garbled voice.
“Big,” I panted. “So good.” I kept easing myself onto him, relishing the burn, knowing it would morph into pleasure very, very soon.
At last he was all the way in, well, mostly at least, and I paused.
Any further and he’d be in the back of my throat, I reckoned.
I panted, willing myself to stay relaxed.
The pinch began to ebb away and I gave an experimental rock of my hips. “Oh, God, yes!” I began to move.
The slow glide soon became anything but.
He thrust as far as he was able, restrained as he was, while I furiously rocked back and forth.
Somehow, I found myself upright, bouncing on him like there was no tomorrow.
Our eyes locked, and I fell into his gaze, nothing else existing but me and him and this glorious feeling that just kept getting better and better.
When my climax came, I literally thought I was going to die.
When I came back to myself, it was to find my ass full of what felt like gallons of hot cum.
“Holy shit. So that’s why they call it le petit mort,” I said weakly. “And dude, how are you still hard?”
He grinned up at me dazedly. “More,” he said simply.
I eased myself off of him, flopping down beside him. “Gimme a minute or two.” I glanced at his hands. “Need me to untie you.”
“No.”
He was still talking in monosyllables mostly, but he seemed to understand what he was saying.My dick began to wave feebly. “Okay. next, I fuck you.”
First though, I wanted to plug his cum inside of me.