Chapter 26 #2
I sighed in relief as I sank into him. I’d teased both of us for entirely too long.
I held his thighs as I slid all the way in with my knees under his lower back and his legs spread around me.
My head tilted back and I closed my eyes as I took a breath, trying to make sure I could hold out.
I finally looked back down at him and he was looking back so beautifully, just waiting.
I started to thrust slowly. “Do you know what you do to me?” I asked him.
The angle was just right and I didn’t even have to adjust to have him moaning and making those desperate little sounds with every thrust. His hands were scrambling to grab something, and he finally got a hold of the headboard.
His knuckles turned white and his legs locked around me.
I gripped his hips as I thrust into him harder. I was so close from watching him for so long, and my voice was tight as I said, “Does my baby need me to touch him?”
His eyes widened at the fact I’d used a term of endearment and not “cockslut.” He nodded eagerly. Knowing I’d never last long enough after such a buildup, I grabbed his dick firmly. His entire body jumped up to meet my hand.
He was lighting things inside me that I’d thought I’d lost. It wasn’t just a feeling in my body, but in my soul.
I felt like I was on fire, but a good fire.
I jacked his cock in time with my thrusts, swiping my thumb over the head, the sounds from my own throat nearly as desperate as the ones coming from his.
My thrusts grew harder as I got closer. “Fuck, Elijah. I’m so close. Are you going to come for me?”
His body was shaking, the handcuffs rattling on the frame.
He nodded, trying to say something even though all that came out was a grunt.
“That’s it, baby. Come on.” I was desperately trying to hold out until he got off.
I slammed into his prostate two more times, then abruptly let go of his dick. The next thrust had him crying out.
“Mason!” His body went completely stiff below me, his abs contracting as his hips quaked and spurts of cum that seemed like they were never going to stop shot from his dick.
It was all over him, all over the bed. I was pretty sure some hit the pillow.
His mouth was open and his eyes wide as it continued on.
He was still in the midst of his own orgasm when I lost control of mine.
The sob I let out was accidental, but he was still shaking as my dick pulsed inside him.
When I dropped forward, catching myself with my hands on either side of his arms, he was panting and drenched in sweat, his dick still giving a twitch here and there and another little stream of cum slipping out.
I was out of breath as I gazed down at him, and he looked back up at me. “Was it good, baby?” I asked him.
He stared at me for a second like he wasn’t sure what words were. He finally said, “Oh, my god, Mason.”
I smiled proudly and leaned down to kiss him.
It was the longest, slowest, sweetest kiss we’d ever shared.
There was nothing aggressive or possessive about it, just our mouths telling each other how we really felt without words.
My dick was still inside him even though it was soft.
I wanted my cum to stay there as long as possible.
I finally pulled back and stared down at him.
He looked into my eyes and I knew he could read me better than I could him.
His eyes were saying a lot right now, though.
He smiled at me, an honest, open smile. Everything he’d given me was more than I ever thought I’d get.
It was more than I deserved from him, but he gave it anyway.
I smiled back. I gave him another quick kiss then pulled out, watching my cum run out of him.
I stretched and looked around on the floor for my things. I suddenly couldn’t resist. “Oh, shit,” I said, deadpan. “I forgot I left the handcuff key in my car.” My car that was at the shop in town waiting on a tire.
I looked over at him. His eyes were wide. “Mason, are you fucking serious?”
He looked so panicked that I actually felt bad. I laughed. “No.” I reached down and fished around in my pants pocket, pulling the key out and holding it up so he could see.
He huffed. “You are a gigantic asshole, you know that? You can’t just enjoy one fucking thing! You have to be a dick at some point, no matter what’s happening. You really haven’t changed that m—” I shut him up with another kiss as I unlocked the handcuffs above us.
When I pulled back, he glared at me, rubbing his wrists as he gave a little “Hmph.” He turned away dramatically to go to sleep.
I ignored his annoyance and cuddled right up to him as the big spoon, hugging him to me. He didn’t pull away, but relaxed into my body almost immediately. “I’m sorry,” I said, but there was a hint of laughter in it.
His hand found my forearm and rested there. “No you aren’t,” he said. “But I forgive you anyway.”
I smiled into his hair and we fell asleep.