Chapter 18 #2
Either way, this position will work for what I have in mind.
“Legs on either side of mine,” I demand, my voice harsh and raspy.
He immediately spreads his legs and settles his knees on the bed beside my thighs.
“Hands behind your back.”
He doesn’t hesitate and does exactly as I say.
“Get my dick back inside you.”
He fumbles behind him for a few seconds, then his strong hand closes around my length, and he guides me back to his waiting hole.
We both groan as I sink inside him, and I grip his hips to keep him in place once I’m fully seated in him again.
“Don’t move,” I tell him, a hint of warning in my voice. “Not until I say you can.”
He lets out a soft groan, but he doesn’t protest or try to disobey.
I slide my hands from his hips to his shoulders, then run them down his arms until I can feel the slippery strap of the restraint under one of my palms, and my other hand closes around his wrist.
He tenses as I pull his arms behind his back, but stays pliant as I slip his hand back through the loosened loop and pull the strap tight, locking his arms behind his back.
When I’m sure he’s secure, I grip one of his arms and pull him down against my body to add to the sensation of being restrained. It’s not the same as being pinned down, but it should make him feel trapped and helpless.
He moans softly, his warm breath seeping into the material of my hoodie as he nuzzles his face against the soft cotton, and I groan when he clenches around me.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice a low, soothing murmur.
“So good,” he mumbles dreamily.
“You like having my cock in you?” I nuzzle my cheek against his hair.
He presses his face into my neck and gently rocks over me.
“Nuh uh.” I grip his hip with my free hand. “Did I say you could do that?”
“Please,” he mumbles and clenches around me so hard I see stars.
This time I can’t cover up my gasp of pleasure, and I can almost feel West’s sassy little grin as he does it again.
“Someone’s feeling feisty.” I give his ass a teasing slap. “I thought you were going to be good for me?”
“And I thought you were going to give me the best dick of my life.” He lifts his head and smirks down at me. “And wasn’t there something about you giving me the best orgasm of my life? Sounds like a lot of talk and not a lot of action.”
His grin is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. It’s impish and sassy, but there’s an aura of pride behind it, like he’s really proud of his chirp, and that tickles something deep inside me that has nothing to do with sex or this role-play and power exchange thing we’re doing.
“So cheeky.” I rub my hand over one of the full globes of his ass. “Sounds like someone is begging to be taught a lesson.”
“You think so?” He gives me that same sassy and proud grin that’s wreaking havoc on my senses. “I probably wouldn’t have to act this way if someone delivered on their promises, just saying.”
I squeeze his ass cheek hard enough to make him gasp. “Is that right?”
He opens his mouth like he’s about to answer me, but I don’t give him the chance and slam my hips up into him in a single hard thrust.
His eyes go wide, but it’s how he clenches around me, and how his body almost seems to pull me even deeper inside him that makes it hard to remember why teasing him like this is so much fun.
“Are you sure about that?” I punctuate my question with another hard thrust.
He moans and tries to rock back on me, but between the grip I have on his arm and my hold on his ass, I easily keep him in place.
“I should make you stay like this as punishment for being so cheeky,” I add a little drawl to my usual sex voice.
“Just keep you on my dick like this for as long as I want. No moving, no rocking. Just you warming my cock while you think about all the things I could be doing to you. What do you think of that?”
He glares at me, but it looks more petulant than pissed, and I chuckle.
“Or you could be a good boy and wait for your reward.” I tilt my hips up so my dick moves just the slightest bit inside him.
He groans and clenches around me, and the defiance that flashes in his eyes sends another shot of adrenaline through me.
“What do you say, West? Are you going to be good for me?”
He rolls his lips inward, like he’s physically stopping himself from saying whatever is on his mind, but that’s fine. I can outlast him.
We stay like that for what feels like a full minute, just staring at each other as he foolishly tries to wait me out. Finally, he lets out a disgruntled huff and averts his eyes.
“I’ll be good,” he grumbles.
“Good answer.” Letting go of his hip, I keep my hold on his bound arms and lift my knees so I can plant my feet on the mattress.
Now that I have proper leverage, I pin West against my body and thrust up into him, my pace hard and fast and completely unsustainable.
He ragdolls over me and presses his face into my neck. The little moans and other pleasure sounds coming from him create the most erotic soundtrack, and I find myself getting close again in no time at all.
The burn and fatigue from before are coming back, and I gradually slow my thrusts until I’m barely moving.
West tentatively moves his hips, like he’s testing to see if I’ll let him, then does it again and again when I don’t stop him.
Instead, I loosen my hold on his arms the slightest bit to give him the illusion of having more freedom, and he pushes back on me again, rocking his hips in tandem with mine so we’re moving together in slow, unhurried waves.
This new pace gives me a chance to get a grip on my control, and it also gives my tired muscles a break.
Feeling West on top of me like this, all boneless and almost drunk from pleasure, is as hot as when I have him spread out and screaming for me, and I don’t hate this gentler, softer side of things.
I have no idea how long we stay like that, just moving together while we ride the waves of pleasure, but eventually West’s moans turn into soft cries, and he starts moving faster over me.
I let him take what he needs for a bit, liking this more confident and assertive version of him, but that can only go on for so long.
As much as I’m enjoying the change of pace, this is my show, and while I’d love nothing more than to go all night with him, it’s time to make good on my earlier promise and make him come so hard he forgets his own name.
Tightening my grip on his bound arms, I wrap my other arm around his body and lock him against me. He gasps at the sudden move, then cries out when I hold him down and thrust up into him with everything I have.
The burn of fatigue comes back after only a few seconds, but I push past it and keep going, fueled by adrenaline and lust. I want to come, and it’ll probably happen without my permission soon enough if I try to keep this up for too long, but I need West’s orgasm more than I need air.
“Oh god, oh god!” he cries, his body tight and tense above mine as I fuck him with everything I have.
His walls tighten and clench around me, but I push through it and angle my hips, aiming for his prostate.
His cry tells me I found my mark, and I put as much power behind each thrust as I can and keep fucking him like both of our lives depend on it.
“Oh god, oh my fucking god,” he cries and presses his face into my neck. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
His inner walls clench and ripple as he comes, and I don’t even have a chance to inwardly gloat about making him come hands-free when my own orgasm rips out of me with the speed and strength of a freight train.
I’m barely aware of anything as I come so hard the world blinks in and out a few times, and the world explodes in a mosaic of pleasure and good feels as I empty my load into the condom.
Eventually the haze of my release dissipates, and I slowly blink my eyes open.
I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms in my life, but I’ve never almost blacked out like that. Things got a bit wonky a few nights ago when we fucked for the first time, but not even that can compare to what just happened.
West moans softly over me as he nuzzles his face against my neck, and I push all thoughts about blacking out or losing control out of my head so I can enjoy the moment.
I’m not a touchy person, and I’m not big on cuddling or snuggling or anything like that, but I enjoy a little body contact after sex, and unlike the other times I’ve hooked up with someone, cuddles with West after an O just hit different.
Using the hold I still have on him, I shift my body weight to the side and roll us over so he’s under me and I’m on top with my hips still between his spread legs.
The move causes my dick to fall out of him, but it’s the awestruck expression on his face that catches my attention.
“How did you do that?” he asks, looking up at me like he can’t believe what just happened.
“What?” I ask as I reach under him to get the restraint off his wrists, not following whatever has him so enthralled.
“That rolling move. How were you so smooth? I always fumble when I try to pull it off and end up killing the mood.”
My own mood instantly darkens at the mention of his past lovers, chasing away the last of the afterglow as I release the tension locks on the restraints so I can get them off him.
This isn’t good. Getting jealous because he was going to call me Sam in his phone or wanting to put my fist through the wall because he mentioned having awkward sex with his exes means I’m emotionally attached to him, but that shouldn’t be possible.
I don’t believe in romantic love. I believe people feel something that they think is love, but it’s just strong chemistry and affinity.
Familial love exists, and so does platonic love, but the moment you add sex to the mix, it muddies things, and that love becomes dependent on attraction and physical compatibility instead of being unconditional.