Chapter 2 #2
I pulled my thumb out and began with one finger, pressing in and out, in and out, before slipping in two fingers. He was less tight now, loosening as I continued to work him slowly. I curved my fingers, searching for his prostate, the bundle of nerves that I knew would make him gasp.
He did more than gasp. His head reared back when I brushed it and then he slammed his head face-first into the pillow. He said a word into it, but I didn’t hear it, muffled against the fabric.
I slowly pulled my fingers out, lubed up the plug, and began to push it into his body.
Tav tensed at first, seeming to reject the object that wasn’t my fingers, that wasn’t me, but I continued to rub his ribs, his back, whispering that he was good, that he was doing so well.
When I had the plug inserted, so the base was snug against his skin, I tapped it, then stood back off the bed.
Tav’s huge body was stretched out on my bed.
His head was turned now, watching me, eyes glazed, lips parted.
His skin was flushed all over, a pretty pink, from the tips of his ears to his heels.
He was plugged and beautiful, and I was so hard, I wondered how I was going to last until I was inside of him.
I swallowed, needing to get myself under control. “I’ll be back in two minutes. While I’m gone, I want you to think about one thing you’d like me to do to you. When I’m back, you’ll tell me. Do you understand?”
He nodded. “Yes, Con.”
My name in his eager voice went right to my balls. “Good. Be back soon.”
And then I walked out of my bedroom, pressing on my painful erection.
“I want to be tied to the bed, so I can’t use my arms.”
Two painful minutes had passed, and I was back in my bedroom. My erection had finally begun to fade, but with Tav’s request in his soft-spoken, low voice, I was back to critical mass.
Tied. To the bed.
Again I was struck at the strength of this man. The ability to admit his fantasy to himself and tell me. As far as kink went, it certainly wasn’t far gone on the meter, but it was his fantasy, and it was valid. And I got the sense he’d never told anyone before.
I nodded, retrieving the black rope I kept for such occasions. He was still laying on his stomach. I pulled one of his arms out from under the pillow and secured it to a post on the headboard, binding his wrist, and then did the same to his other wrist.
His hands were about shoulder-width apart, with some give. He rotated his wrists, looking at the rope, and tested it by tugging. He pulled slowly, hard, and then he yanked even harder. I let him test his bonds, knowing he wanted this, needed this.
His breath was coming in harsh pants between his parted lips, and when he stopped tugging and turned to face me, his pupils were dilated.
And I knew then exactly what I wanted to do next. I dropped my pants and my boxers, so I stood next to the bed naked. Tav’s eyes were on my cock, and I stroked it a couple of times for his benefit and tugged on my balls. He licked his lips, and I smiled.
I moved the pillow out from under his head, propped it against the headboard, and then sat within the circle of his arms, my back on the pillow.
Tav’s arms rested on top of thighs, my legs spread on either side of his body.
I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed it down, so he rested his face on the inside of my leg.
I stroked his hair, enjoying the way his lashes fluttered. His hands opened, his palms resting flat on the cheeks of my ass. His body was spread out before me, his legs apart.
His eyes opened slowly as I began to talk.
“I want you to suck me, slowly and gently. My cock, my balls. Not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me hard. I want all your attention focused on me.” I slipped on my reading glasses that were on my nightstand and picked up a file I’d placed there earlier in the day, with the intention of reading it before bed.
“While you do that, I’m going to do some work. ”
His arms tightened around me, his fingers digging into my ass. He turned his face and opened up his lips on my groin, sucking hard on the skin there. I carded my fingers through his hair. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
He nodded, still sucking on the skin, and then finally released it, turning his head once again to look at me.
I stroked my cock once and held it to his lips. “Go on, then.”
If I wasn’t a thirty-five-year-old man with a lot of experience, I would have come immediately when Tav closed his lips around the head of my cock and suckled the tip like a lollipop.
But I’d had experience with cock warming and edging.
And I knew how to keep myself in check. I picked up my file and began to read through it over Tav’s head, keeping one hand tangled in his hair.
He made small noises in the back of his throat, like a happy kid eating cake, while he sucked gently on my cock. Occasionally he bobbed down to the root, but mainly he focused on the tip, tonguing the glans and lapping at my slit.
I laid the file beside my hip and made notes with a pen, knowing I needed to send this off to my accountant tomorrow.
Tav’s mouth was magic, just enough to keep me hard and content.
His attention was on me, his biceps bunched where he gripped me, tugging me into his mouth like he couldn’t get closer.
He dipped his head and went to work on my balls, his slippery tongue and lips wetting the soft skin.
He’d suck one ball into his mouth, then the other, letting them go with a loud pop. I paged through the file, making notes here and there, signing off where I needed to, as Tav continued to work me.
At some point, I looked up from a spreadsheet I was approving to see his hips working, pressing into the bed in small thrusts. I watched the muscles of his ass flex and admired the way the angel seemed to take flight on his back when his shoulders moved.
He was groaning constantly now, sending vibrations down the shaft of my cock, to the point of distraction. I had finished the file anyway, so I closed it and placed it on the nightstand along with my pen and took off my reading glasses.
I gripped Tav’s hair and tugged, and he raised his head from his attention to my shaft. His lower face was shiny with spit, his lips red and swollen. The color in his eyes was barely visible, and his hair was in disarray from my fingers. He looked utterly debauched.
I ran my thumb over the slickness on his lower lip. When I dipped it between his lips, he drew it in immediately, sucking hard. He was an incredibly oral person, loved having something in his mouth.
I pulled out my thumb. “Did you like that?”
He laid his head on my thigh and tightened his arms around my hips. “Yes.”
“You did so well.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks reddening.
“I’m going to fuck you now, while you’re still tied to my bed.”
His jaw muscle tightened, and a small sound, almost like a whimper escaped his lips.
After one more tug on his hair, I slipped out from the circle of his arms. As I rolled a condom down my length, he watched me. His hips were still working, small thrusts into the bed, like he couldn’t control himself.
I moved to the edge of the bed and kneeled between his legs, stroking my lubed cock. I reached down and removed the cock ring with a snap that echoed in the bedroom. The groan he released sounded like heaven. I smacked the side of his hip and said, “Up on your knees, Tav.”
He rose quickly, forearms planted on the bed, ass in the air. I slowly pulled out the plug and dropped it on the mattress. His hole flexed as I circled the stretched skin with my fingers, making sure he was well-lubed. “You’re ready.”
“Yes,” his voice hissed out through clenched teeth as I positioned my cock at his hole, and pushed in.
I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as I breached his entrance.
The plug was smaller than my cock, so he was still incredibly tight.
And hot. And wet. And oh God, Tav was everything I thought he’d be.
When I slid into the hilt, Tav slammed his hips back into me, the force nearly sending me off the end of the bed.
There was that strength he’d kept carefully controlled, tightly coiled.
I wanted it. I wanted to see him lose it.
I gripped his hips with both of my hands and separated my knees further to give me better purchase on the bed.
As I began to thrust, I gritted out, “You’re tight, Tav.
So tight, like you’ve been saving your hole for me. ”
He jolted as my hips slapped against his ass, but he kept himself in check, until I changed the angle. I must have hit his prostate, because he bucked, crying out in a guttural tone.
And then… he lost it.
The headboard crashed against the wall as he strained against the ropes.
He slammed back into me with all the strength in his huge body, and I could barely hang on.
The muscles in his back flexed, the angel taking flight from his skin so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she flew in the air around us.
He growled and shook, and if I hadn’t special ordered this bed, I’d have been worried he’d break it.
I pressed on the top of his rim where my cock sawed in and out of his body like an iron spike.
My other hand slid up his neck to press on his right shoulder, not wanting to cover the face of his angel between his shoulder blades.
“You take my cock like you’re made for it.
Fuck, look at you.” Normally I had more control of the words I said while I neared orgasm but tonight was an exception.
I couldn’t stop spewing filth. “Wish I could fill you up with my cum, send you home dripping with me.”
His muscles shivered and shook with each word. His head tossed like a bull, and his breathing rasped out of him in harsh pants, each one tinged with a needy moan that tightened my balls.
“So good.” My words were slurred and sloppy as I spread his cheeks, not wanting to miss a second of dick drilling him.
He bucked against me harder, pulling on the ropes with a desperate need.
His words were unintelligible, but occasionally I heard Con and Fuck and Don’t Stop among the babbling nonsense.
After being on edge all fucking night, I wanted to come, I wanted to let go inside of Tav’s body.
I reached around and rolled his balls, knowing they were sensitive from the cock ring.
He growled as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked.
“Come now with me. Come on. Squeeze my cock. Milk me.”
He bucked harder, his cock slipping through my lubed grip and then with a hoarse, low-toned scream, he came, pulsing in my hand.
I was right behind, letting go with a gasp into Tav, the whole room lighting up with sparks in front of my eyes. I curled forward over his massive back, resting my forehead on his fascinating ink. I swore I could hear the flap of wings around me.