Chapter 19 #2
For a moment, I thought I’d made a blunder, reminding him of the recovery center he’d lived at for two years.
Surely, those weren’t pleasant memories.
Plus, even if he didn’t mind thinking about the recovery center, the reminder of why he needed to be there in the first place would almost certainly be a mood killer.
Yet, Jordy just cocked his head to the side as he thought for a moment—unintentionally giving me even better access to his pale throat—before smiling.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Those constant check-ups were annoying, but I guess they’re coming in handy now. So, then, we don’t need anything?”
“We can still use a condom, if you’d prefer,” I assured him, even as I wrapped his legs back around my waist. “But if you’re comfortable, I’d like to feel as much of you as possible.”
This actually earned a laugh from him. “I thought I’d already experienced all my “firsts” before, but I’ve always made sure to be real careful with protection in the past. I guess there’s still a “first” I can give you.”
Jordy quickly stripped his robe off, while I had to take a little more time with my clothes.
Suits were great when it came to visual appeal, but not the most convenient for easy removal.
I could feel Jordy trying not to laugh at me as he lay naked on the bed, watching me undo my suit button by button.
His words echoed in my mind.
His first.
I wasn’t a fool. Of course, I knew I wouldn’t be his first. Virginity had no special value to me. However, this talk about “firsts” also got me thinking about “lasts”.
Jordy had no choice in who his first was, but if everything went according to plan, then someday he would get to choose his last. He would have the opportunity to find someone to settle down and build a life with.
Someone would get to share all other kinds of first experiences with him, and when he had other crazy questions in the future about hair color, or tattoos, or whatever else crossed his mind, he’d naturally turn to them for their opinion.
That was the kind of stable, happy relationship that he deserved. It was exactly the future that I was fighting for, so that all the victims of the bell ringers would have those kinds of opportunities.
So why did the thought of it make me clench my fists so hard I nearly tore my own shirt in half?
“Kitt?” Jordy asked. He was still lying on the bed, but he’d propped himself up on his elbows when I’d gone silent.
I was being irrational. This wasn’t the time for selfish thoughts.
To cover for my sudden distraction, I pretended to search the floor for a moment before grabbing the cloth belt from his bathrobe.
“How about we make this a little more fun?”
The decorative oak headboard had a notch in the design right at the center, perfect for me to thread the belt through it and secure Jordy’s wrists in place.
I moved slowly, giving Jordy every opportunity to protest or pull away as I moved him into position.
He looked a little uncertain at first but showed no signs of fear.
Then, once I had his wrists tied above his head and he felt how flimsy the cloth actually was, even that uncertainty vanished.
I specifically made sure to use a slipknot that could easily be undone in a hurry and positioned the knot so that it wouldn’t rub against the more delicate spots on his wrists.
If he struggled, he could probably free himself with minimal effort.
It was more an illusion of restraint than actual bondage.
Just enough to be a thrill without causing any distress.
Still, the sight he made, literally tied to my bed for my pleasure, was a provocative image. There was nothing at that moment that could have stopped me from leaning down and kissing him.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
When we’d kissed before, he’d clung to me with hungry hands and an even hungrier mouth. Now, with his hands bound, he was still eager, but he was forced to go at my pace, and I took full advantage.
I started by just nibbling his lips, tasting the sweetness there as I teased him with hints of what was to come. He tried to deepen the kiss a few times, but whenever he tried, I pulled away.
Past lovers usually got the hint after a few times and just let me do whatever I wanted, but Jordy never stopped trying to take what he wanted. He even went so far as to bite my bottom lip between his teeth to keep me from pulling away.
That secret fire in him was exactly what I liked about the young man. It was no fun to tease someone who just gave up. I much preferred a partner who gave as good as they got.
As a reward, I deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth with such force that I felt him choke on his own gasp.
At the same time, my hands began to wander.
I smoothed my palms over his chest and stomach, feeling the firmness of the lean muscle there.
Jordy was soft around the edges, but there was a strong core hidden inside him, and nowhere was that more apparent than in the wiry muscles running through his body.
He wasn’t the biggest or the strongest, but rather he reminded me of a creature built for speed.
Like one of those small desert cats that looked like a harmless kitten but were actually a ruthless hunter in their own right.
Below his stomach, I found his arousal standing proud and eager between his legs.
His legs squirmed when I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, lightly stroking the heated flesh without applying too much pressure.
Even just that much stimulation had him moaning into my mouth, and I feared he’d end up coming already.
If he’d really never enjoyed this before, then he might not have much tolerance for pleasure and be easily over-stimulated.
That wouldn’t do. I wanted to take my time to enjoy him, and that wouldn’t happen if he finished too soon. As much as I wanted to keep toying with him, I regretfully let him go after only a few strokes and let my hand continue its journey downward.
Jordy broke away from the kiss and let his head fall back on the pillow.
“Kitt, you’re killing me.”
I slid my hand between his legs, pressing one finger just deep enough to brush against the rim of his hole.
“Don’t be dramatic. I’ve barely even begun.”
Jordy was about to protest, but I cut him off with another kiss, tangling my tongue around his until he could barely make a sound.
When I’d fetched my phone earlier, I’d also grabbed a bottle of lube from the hidden, well-stocked drawer in the bathroom.
Jordy hadn’t even noticed when I’d stashed it among the sheets near him.
Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed the lube and spread some of it on my fingers.
The liquid was a bit cold, so I rubbed it between my fingers for a moment to warm it up before dipping my hand back down between Jordy’s legs.
“What the...” Jordy gasped and jerked away from the kiss when he felt one of my fingers easily slide inside him. It didn’t take him long to notice the bottle of lube now sitting out in the open on the mattress and realize what I’d done. “When did you...”
Before he could finish his question, I pressed a second finger inside him along with the first. It was a tight fit, and I was careful to move slowly until I felt his inner muscles relax against the intrusion.
A little deeper, and then I was able to find it, the spot that would make him see stars.
I knew I’d hit it when his back suddenly arched and he cried out in a hoarse voice.
“Ah. There. Right there.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
For the next few minutes, I tortured that same spot relentlessly.
Jordy’s whole body writhed, but he was trapped in place by his wrists tied to the headboard and my weight, which was still pressing down on him.
He kicked his legs and bucked his hips, but it was all useless.
With a weak, breathless voice he begged me to stop, but the moment I actually started to remove my fingers he cried out for me to keep going.
The contradictory little minx couldn’t make up his mind.
Tears dripped from his eyes. I’d seen him cry from distress before, but this wasn’t the same. These tears glittered like liquid jewels and made his eyes look brighter.
Leaning down, I licked one of the tears off his cheek. Logically, I knew it was as salty as a normal tear should be, but something about it still made me classify it as sweet.
“Are you just going to torture me all night,” Jordy managed to gasp out as another tear dripped from his eyes. “Get on with it all ready. Stop making me wait.”
I kissed him again, and the salt of his tear passed between our lips.
At the same time, I pulled my fingers out of him. Inner muscles clenched down on my fingers, trying to keep them inside as I removed them, but he was left empty and wanting. I could feel the way his body yearned to be filled, like a desperate heat radiating off him in waves.
From there, I wasted no time. After shoving a pillow under the small of his back for comfort, I hooked both of his knees over my arms. Then, after lining myself up, I pushed inside him.
The tight heat that enveloped me was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the lusty moan that escaped his lips.
His inner walls parted around me like his body was welcoming me home, drawing me deeper and deeper.
I didn’t even have to try to hit his best spots.
With each movement of my hips, I was naturally guided to them, hitting his prostate with effortless accuracy on the very first thrust.
“Fuck,” Jordy gasped out once I was all the way inside. “So, this is what it... Fuck... I didn’t think it would...Oh my god, I think I can feel you all the way in my throat.”
As soon as I bottomed out, I pulled back until just the head of my cock remained inside him.
That earned another round of cussing from him as my cock dragged against his sweet spot on the way out.
Then, I shoved back in, harder than before.
His whole body jolted up the mattress and he braced his bound hands against the headboard.
“Kitt, you...”
He never got to finish whatever he was going to say.
I started a punishing pace, thrusting in quick, then drawing out slowly to make sure I gave him as many different types of pleasure as I could.
His hands gripped the headboard so hard it was a wonder that the wood didn’t snap, and his head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as he babbled nonsense.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. No. I can’t. Ah, God, I can’t.”
As I suspected, he had no tolerance for pleasure. Climax snuck up on him unaware and hit him hard and fast. He came shouting my name, making a mess of his own stomach as his back arched completely off the bed.
I, on the other hand, was nowhere near satisfied.
Before he’d even come down from the high of his first climax, I was already picking up the pace again.
This time, I chased after my own pleasure.
His body gripped me so tightly that it wasn’t hard to find.
With each thrust, ecstasy built inside me, growing steeper and steeper until I had no choice but to fall.
The force of my own climax stole the air right out of my lungs. I nearly collapsed on top of him, but luckily, I had enough strength left to catch myself. Sparks danced under my skin and behind my eyes for several long minutes as we lay entangled, each slowly coming back to our senses.
In the relative silence of the room, I could hear the rapid beating of his heart. It was such a seemingly fragile little thing, that I feared it would beat right out of his chest.
“Off,” he said, his voice still hoarse from screaming.
I looked up in confusion. “What?”
He tugged at his bound wrists. “Off.”
Afraid that he was hurt, I quickly untied the cloth belt, checking his wrists for any marks left behind. “Are you okay?”
He answered by grabbing my shoulders and flipping me over to straddle my hips.
“Again.”
With a groan, my head fell back against the pillows.
It seemed I had my work cut out for me tonight.