Chapter 20 #2
The words ache in my chest in the sweetest way as he eases me back to the ground. I’m barely out of his arms before he’s yanking my shirt over my head followed by his own. His pants and boxers are next, and then we’re both standing there naked and staring at each other but not touching.
I’m in charge, I remind myself and close my eyes to let rational thought override the lust perfuming around us.
“Lay down on the bed while I get set up.” I take a step back and dig a few things out of the toy bag, dropping it to the floor when I’m done.
He sends me a questioning look but wordlessly obeys, and that sends a heady rush of adrenaline through me that I’m not sure what to do with.
The harness I picked out is styled like a jock, and the second dildo has a smaller girth than the first, but a more bulbous head, and instead of a stroker at the base, it has a series of ridges.
I wrap both of them up in the towel and set them down next to the tripod, setting up the camera on my phone.
Those will come into use a little later; for now, I have a boyfriend to work into a frenzy to make this as painless as possible.
When I climb up onto the bed and straddle Elias’ chest, his hands go straight to my waist, which is exactly why I need to do this. I grab both of his hands in mine and raise them over his head, bending down to steal a kiss.
While he whines and tries to wiggle himself free, I tie a strip of fabric around his wrists and to one of the slats on the headboard.
“This okay?” I pull away to feel his huff of frustration skitter across my face.
“I want to touch you.” The crease between his brow is a full on pout, and I smooth my finger over it with a teasing smile.
“You will, love. But first, I need you to relax.”
The soft strands of his hair tickle my palm as I scrape my fingers over his scalp, tugging his head to the side to fit my lips against his neck. He exhales slowly, the muscles in his arms flexing when he tries to move them.
My lips move down his chest, leaving little purple marks that create a trail to the nipple I swirl my tongue around.
He pushes out his chest, the tiniest moan leaking out as I close my lips around the bud and suck until it’s red and puffy.
Another set of kisses to the other side, giving it the same treatment before moving down.
His hips buck under me when my ass comes to press against his swelling dick. He’s not hard but not soft, at that in-between space right where I want him.
“Matty,” he breathes as I settle between his legs. Soft skin ripples under my fingertips, sliding them down his stomach and over his thighs. One hand travels in to cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, the other pressing weight to his hip.
“Relax,” I tell him again, ghosting my smile down his happy trail and taking his semi-hard cock into my mouth.
Elias has one hell of a cock, thick and girthy, long enough that as I stroke him with my tongue, he quickly fills and presses at the entrance of my throat. As soon as I swallow him down, he lets out another choked, “Matty!”, and my fingers dip to explore lower.
The spit dripping down his balls coats my fingers, and I gently push his legs a little further open so I can more easily slip a digit to his hole. I spend a few minutes rubbing the spit in, feeling the skin soften and cave ever so slightly to the lightest bit of pressure.
His dick twitches against the roof of my mouth, and I pop off with a gasp. He’s too close, and I want him to feel good, but not that good. Not yet.
Lying with my chest on the bed and my legs dangling over the edge, I hook my arms under his thighs and hold him open. At the first swipe of my tongue over his hole, his body breaks out into goosebumps, and his breath comes out shaky.
This is where I thrive: treating men like their bodies are something holy. Like every stroke is an offering, every probe at the muscle is a prayer to hear confident dominance shatter. Elias, who takes me apart so easily, is willingly giving me the power to do the same to him.
Now he knows why we showered before getting hot and sweaty.
My tongue breaches his hole, taking its time working him open, making his hole soft and pliant for the pad of my finger. It’s a cherry flavored lube that I coat them in, pushing slow and rhythmically until it starts to give.
The sweet sound of Elias’ voice breaking as he cries out has me peppering kisses along his thigh. With my finger pressed all the way in, I crook it inside until his hips jump off the bed.
“You alright, love?”
Where I expect him to have them screwed shut, Elias’ eyes are wide and reverent, watching me with flushed cheeks and a heaving chest. His cock is flagging but still twitching with interest, and I drag my tongue slowly up the underside, popping the head into my mouth until a flood of precum hits my tongue.
“Matty.” His voice is pleading, raw and wrapped in desire.
“I’ve got you. You’re doing so good for me.”
He shakes his head, letting out a shuddered breath. “Kiss me, please.”
“I’ve been eating literal ass, babe.”
A desperate chuckle passes his lips. “I don’t care. I need you, Matty.”
It hits me that he hasn’t called me Princess or sweetheart since we started. It’s been my name. Nothing but my name on repeat.
The intimacy of it seeps deep inside my bones.
I crawl up his body without preamble, descending on his mouth with a quiet hunger. He arches for more, something deeper, but instead of my tongue, I give him a second finger. His hiss of pain turns into a groan that I swallow, running a hand up one of his bound arms to lace our fingers together.
He takes the stretch without complaint, but when I work in a third, his teeth catch on my bottom lip.
“Fuck. Fuck, I’ve never—” His words cut off with a wince, and I squeeze his hand tightly until the finger is buried inside him. “Please let me touch you now. I need to hold you.”
One more kiss and I drop my head to his chest, listening to his labored breathing in my ear. Untangling our hands, I untie the knot around his wrists.
Arms come around me in an instant, at the same time that I slip my fingers free of his hot, constricting hole, and he gasps before pulling my face back to his.
We kiss leisurely, his hands stroking along my back, mine pumping his cock between us. Once he seems sufficiently sated, I ease away with a teasing grin.
“Are you ready for my dick, Elias?”
I slide his hard, hot length along my dick, up and down until we’re both moaning and rocking into each other, but I only let us enjoy it for a second before climbing off and grabbing the items that I need.
Elias’ eyes are on me the whole time I’m situating the dildo into the harness, as I slide the jock on and move to make sure it’s comfortable.
It’s strange to look down and see it jutting out, and I’m suddenly really glad that it’s phallic shaped but not realistic.
The last thing I need is a sudden hit of dysphoria right when I’m about to fuck the man I love into the mattress.
Priorities.
“I’m going to need you to breathe with me. When you feel me start to push in, bear down. Keep doing that until I tell you it’s enough, alright? If you need a break or want me to stop, just tell me. No shame if you end up not being into it.”
I love the way that he smiles so adoringly while I place my knees on the bed between his thighs. “It’ll feel better for you if we flip you around.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll take a little extra pain to have you in arms reach.”
I am going to melt into a puddle of gooey sweetness.
Those three little words burn the tip of my tongue, but I cover them with Elias’ mouth.
Now comes the moment where we’re both out of our element. “Deep breath, Lee,” I remind him, coating the dildo with enough lube to drown a horse and positioning it against his hole.
It’s slow—so fucking slow—getting started. Once the bulbous head is finally swallowed by the tight muscle, I place a hand on his stomach and still my hips. His breaths are sharp, and his eyes are actually closed this time.
“Good boy,” I whisper, stroking my fingers through his treasure trail. “Want me deeper?”
Even though his brows are pinched, he nods, fisting his hands in the sheets. I sink in another inch, and the air whooshes out of him. When I stop this time, he grapples for my waist and jerks me forward—the whole dick slamming in with a force that grinds my t-dick into the ridges on the inside.
Pleasure zips up my spine, and we moan in time with one another.
“I was trying to be considerate.”
Despite the sweat dripping down his face and neck, Elias’ grin makes his dick-taking seem effortless. I know it isn’t, though, by the tensing of his thighs under my hands.
“I’m impatient to see if you give it as well as you take it.”
Cheeky little—
I slide out and slam back in—only once to see how he reacts—and Elias throws his head back with a growl that makes my control falter. Again, out and back in, a little harder, and his groan pitches up just slightly.
There we go.
“Stop fighting me,” I laugh as I set a pace that has his restrained grunts and moans turning into thinly veiled whimpers and whines. “Fuck you feel so good.”
I wish I really could feel him wrapped around me, but the fantasy is there. His pleasured sounds echo in my head, spurring me on even as an ache forms in my thighs.
“Matty!” He’s reaching for me again, and I let him drag me into a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. We’re both too busy panting and thrusting, rocking and moaning, just absolutely losing ourselves in each other to give a fuck about anything other than how good this feels.
Elias takes to dick like he was born for it, like whatever entity oversees us created him for this very moment. To break apart and be fucked back together.