Chapter 11 #3
“That was too many words to be ‘stop,’” he huffed, removing the dildo long enough to let me speak.
I said nothing. “That’s what I thought.” He smirked, and the dildo was back.
“Why don’t you put that feisty mouth of yours to good use and get this nice and wet for me, huh?
” He pushed it in and out, far enough to hit the back of my throat.
I gagged and my eyes watered. “That’s better,” he said.
“And don’t worry, I’m not leaving to check on anything.
If they want to come in, they can watch me fuck you with this piece of silicone.
Or my dick, depending on their timing. Right now, you just be a good boy and take what I’m giving you.
” His empty hand slid down to the waistband of my pants.
He glanced down, and when he saw the very obvious tent in them, he grinned and looked back up at my face, which was on fire.
He reached down and rubbed my dick through the material. “That’s right,” he practically purred. “I know what my little cockslut likes, don’t I?”
Out of everything he said, my mind zoned in on the fact he called me his.
And I . . . wasn’t that. But he was touching me and I didn’t want it to stop.
He was right. He did know what I liked already, unfortunately.
No one else had ever understood me so quickly, and I had no idea how he did, because we’d both changed so much since we were kids.
I just nodded. He hummed again and it made my dick twitch in his hand.
He moved suddenly and the dildo was gone, but all the things I’d been saying were gone with it.
He scooted back and grabbed the waistband again, yanking my pants off me as easily as he had the shirt.
Suddenly I was bare and bound to the bed beneath his still fully clothed frame, my hard dick flopping onto my belly as he watched.
His eyes gleamed and the smirk told me he was enjoying both the view and his power role.
He moved back between my legs and grabbed them, shoving them up until my knees hit my ribs, and before I knew what was happening, his tongue was circling my hole.
I let out a strangled sound, but it only encouraged him, and he swirled his tongue until I relaxed a little and he slipped it inside.
The handcuffs rattled on my metal bedframe as my arms strained, and I could feel him smile down there. “Fuck, Mason.” I’d never even guessed that he was gay, let alone that he’d know what the hell he was doing. But he definitely did.
He teased me with his tongue for what felt like forever, until he had me panting and sweating and whining embarrassingly.
He finally, slowly sat up. He let my legs drop but they stayed spread around him, and I was still trying to catch my breath when he grabbed the dildo and reached into the drawer again.
He coated it with lube but didn’t bother prepping me.
“I know you now,” he said, pressing it against my entrance.
“You can take it without me getting you ready.”
My eyebrows shot up, because it was much bigger than his tongue, but he was already trying to work it inside me.
I kept grunting, my hands clenching and unclenching above me because it was uncomfortable, but not painful enough for me to tell him to stop.
I knew my face was beet red as he watched from above and hadn’t even bothered taking his shirt off yet.
He added more lube a couple of times, his face a mask of concentration as he kept working it while obviously trying not to actually hurt me, and he finally managed to get it all the way in. He stopped for a second and looked at my face. “What’s your safe word, Elijah?”
I hesitated, because my mind was a blank.
I felt full as fuck and wanted him to move the toy.
I didn’t want to sit under his gaze and have a conversation.
Most of the guys I’d been with hadn’t even bothered asking me about a safe word.
“Uh . . .” He moved it just a little inside me, but he hit my prostate and I groaned.
How did he expect me to answer questions while he was doing that?
He gave up and glanced around, and as he peered into the living room where the end table was in view of my door, he said, “Alright, then, your new safe word is bug spray.” That was really dumb, but he looked back at my face. “Say it. Say bug spray so I know you can.”
“Bug spray.” It came out a whine.
“If you want me to stop, say it. Do you understand?” I just nodded. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I ground out. “I’ll say it if I want you to stop.”
“Good boy.” Before I could even react to the words, he pulled it almost all the way out and shoved it right back in to my prostate, repeating the move several times.
My head fell back on the pillow and my hands went slack as he kept going.
I cared less and less that he was hovering above me with his clothes on, or that my arms were handcuffed above me and I was helpless beneath him.
In fact, I didn’t even care if someone did appear in the room to murder me right now, as long as they let me come first.
My legs spread wider and I didn’t even care that it made him smirk, I just wanted more.
“You like that, huh? You feisty little thing. Is this what you do with it all alone? Shove it into your tight hole as hard as you can until you come all over yourself?” I just nodded because he had me practically mindless.
I tried to push back with his movements, but my arms were stretched as far as they could go.
My dick twitched on my belly, and a stream of precum leaked out.
He made an approving sound. “That’s right, feisty,” he murmured.
“Show me how it feels. I can tell you like it.” He sped up a little bit and I let out a humiliating moan, unable to suppress it any longer.
I wanted to touch my dick, but I couldn’t.
I tried appealing to him. “Please, Mason, please touch—” He shoved it in again, hard, hitting just right and making me cry out while effectively cutting off what I was trying to say.
He knew what I wanted, but he didn’t give in.
Instead, he reached out and ran his empty hand from right under my armpit down over my ribs, stopping to grip my hipbone and hold me still as he moved the toy in and out, over and over, while I squirmed on the bed and my dick leaked all over the place.
I was panting, and I looked up at him, barely able to register his face at that point. I was pretty sure he was looking back at me. “M . . . Mas . . .”
“What do you need, feisty?” he asked me. “Besides to come. Because we’re getting to that part, but not yet. If that’s all, then just relax and feel. If it’s something else, I need you to use your words.”
No, that was it. My head fell back on the pillow again and I whined, feeling like I might explode but that I’d never be able to without something, anything touching me.
Suddenly, the dildo was gone, and I cried out at the empty feeling I was left with.
I nearly just cried. I managed to lift my head and look at him.
He was grinning as he pulled off his shirt and undid his pants.
“I think you’re right,” he said. “I think you need more than that fake dick. I’m pretty sure I have what you need. ”
He scooted toward me, lubing his dick as he did so. I wanted to hit myself when I heard my own voice say, “Yes. Please.” I hadn’t even realized I was speaking. I couldn’t hit myself, though, because I was handcuffed. God, he was never going to let this one go.
When he was sitting on his knees between my legs, he rubbed my thighs almost reverently.
“I’ve got you, Elijah,” he said softly. He sank inside me slowly, closing his eyes as his head fell back.
I jerked when he hit my prostate, and he looked back down, putting a hand on my abs to still me.
“Shh,” he said, repeating, “I’ve got you.
” I just stared at him trying to comprehend how he could be so demanding yet so gentle at the same time.
He started moving slowly, hitting just right from the very beginning, but he picked up the pace pretty quickly.
He looked down at me as he held my hips in place to thrust just right, over and over, and it was so much better than the toy.
He had me squirming again despite his hands on my hips, my dick leaking a steady stream and every breath coming out a moan even though I was desperately trying to be quiet.
I knew I’d be embarrassed later, to have been so fucking desperate for him the whole time, but I couldn’t quite remember how to care.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, barely above a whisper. “That’s it.” He swiped his thumb over the tip of my dick and it jumped at his touch. “Mm, I know you want me to touch you, but I want you to come just on my dick again. I know you can.”
I groaned but my entire body was already shaking.
He hit my prostate again and again, biting his lip in determination.
Suddenly, my entire body seemed to seize up, and with a too damn loud cry I came all over myself, my dick pulsing in what seemed like a never-ending orgasm.
My body was shuddering, the handcuffs were rattling, and my ass was contracting on his dick.
He cried out right after me and dropped forward, catching himself with his hands beside my arms. He thrust erratically, his mouth open in a perfect O as he let out a moan that had one more pathetic little burst of cum slipping out of me.
I could feel his dick pulsing as he came inside me this time.
Holy shit. He dropped down on top of me, his forehead on mine as we both caught our breath. I couldn’t even scold myself, because sex like that? It was worth whatever we’d gone through and would still go through to get it. I’d never felt anything like Mason.
He sat up suddenly, pulling out and reaching around on the floor.
A second later, he was reaching above my head, and with a click my wrists were free again.
I pulled my arms down, rolling my shoulders, and he sat beside me while he hovered over me, rubbing my wrists with his hands. “You okay?” he asked me softly.
I didn’t even have the energy right now to draw on my sarcasm.
“Mmhmm.” He gave a little chuckle and climbed out of bed.
He went into the bathroom across the hall, but came back a few seconds later with a warm damp rag and cleaned both of us up.
Then he walked out to the living room, not bothering with any of his clothes, and returned with the shotgun, the knife, and the bug spray.
“I’m not leaving you alone here tonight when we know someone was messing around outside, and we damn sure aren’t going to be defenseless.
” He checked to make sure my window was locked, even though I’d told him it was, and sat the gun on his side of the bed, placing the bug spray and knife on the table beside me.
I supposed I was the second line of defense.
Then he climbed into bed and covered us both up.
He didn’t technically ask, but this time I was glad he was here.
I clicked the lamp off. We didn’t cuddle, but we were touching, and I drifted off to sleep.