12. Dylan
Dylan
I was able to gather my thoughts in the much-needed shower, and Ford remained quiet while I wolfed down the macaroni he had made me. Only when I had reassured him for the second time that there was nothing else he could make for me to eat or drink did he seem to relax.
When I said how tired I was, he suggested we go to bed early and I didn’t argue. If the situation was going to progress, the bedroom would be a natural setting for what I wanted.
I brushed my teeth quickly and told him I was finished. As soon as the bathroom door closed, I stripped everything off, got into his bed, wearing only the cage, and waited.
Ford came out wearing a pair of black briefs and came straight to bed. I continued to read my book, feigning indifference at his presence. It was a tough few minutes because I could feel Ford watching me the whole time, and my urge to say something was strong.
Too strong.
“Everything okay?” I asked, putting the book down.
“I should be asking you that,” he replied.
“I feel better after showering. I’m just thinking about earlier…with River.” I reasoned if we didn’t go there now, we might never get there. “He was pretty forward.”
This was so fucking awkward. It was like he forgot everything I confessed to him earlier before I took a shower. Now he was just lying there, staring at me.
“Some people are like that.” Ford crossed his arms.
“Did it bother you?” I watched for his reaction, other words tangled in my throat, desperate to escape. But I needed him to say the words now, that his jealousy meant something more to him, that I wasn’t just a possession.
“Yes, Dylan,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It bothered me.”
I held back my frustration at having to milk the words out of him and instead focused on Ford and his admission. My question had worked.
“It bothered you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from sounding gleeful, but the validation was almost too much.
Ford couldn’t hold eye contact with me. He glanced down at his lap and softly said, “Yes.” As if an afterthought, he cleared his throat and added, “It bothered me a lot.”
Now’s your chance.
Carefully and ever so slowly, I moved towards him, keeping the blanket bunched in front of the cage, until I was straddling his thigh with most of my body completely exposed.
Bracing myself against the headboard, I leaned down, close enough to smell the faint scent of his body wash.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up to my eyes, a silent question passing between us.
“Why?” I whispered.
This needed to be it. After years of unspoken history, of suppressed yearning, of this simmering forbidden attraction. No more hiding, no more pretending, no more bullshit. I had to know.
Ford reached out—his hand was trembling—and cupped my cheek. “Because I don’t…I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that. I don’t want some guy to think they can just…claim you.”
I melted against his touch but restrained myself from showing pure unadulterated joy. “Claim me?”
“Yes, claim you,” he said, more confident than a moment ago. “Because you’re mine…or I want you to be.”
His confession was like a dam breaking; the flood of his feelings broke the tension between us. I saw a clear path for us to move forward and I was taking it.
“I want to be yours, Ford,” I whispered. My gaze dropped to his parted lips, and as if an invitation, his tongue subtly brushed across them. I leaned down, slowly, giving him every chance to pull away, to stop me.
But he didn’t.
Instead he tilted his head up and met my lips with his, soft at first, but the movement was deliberate. This was a choice.
As the kiss deepened, I let the breath out I had been holding.
His hand moved down from my cheek to around my neck, pulling me closer.
His other arm went around my waist, drawing me against him until I slid onto his lap.
I winced slightly as the cage, wedged between us, pinched a bit of my skin.
A gentle reminder that I didn’t have everything I wanted just yet.
Ford noticed. “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm,” I answered quickly, not wanting to break the kiss for too long. I snaked one hand around his body, threading my fingers into his hair, and the other went straight to his chest.
When his hand slid low enough for his fingers to press into the curve of my ass, I started to rock gently in a circular motion. I hoped it would feel good for him, especially since his dick had to be filling out those tiny briefs.
“Oh fuck!” Ford cried out, throwing his head back against the headboard.
I took the opportunity to pounce, pushing him back, and latched my mouth onto his neck, kissing and sucking down until I reached a beautiful dark pink nipple. Playing with the tip of my tongue, I circled it gently then engulfed the entire thing and sucked hard.
“Dylan!” His grip on me strengthened and his hips bucked up, causing me to lose my balance and topple forward.
The blanket fell to the side and I was completely naked on top of the man of my dreams.
I lay in his arms, the silence broken only by our labored breathing. The key to my sexual freedom was inches from my face.
But now wasn’t the time. Not yet anyway.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, looking up to watch his reaction.
His body stiffened as he groaned, but when he didn’t say anything, I moved my hand down his torso and found his hard cock, straining in his briefs. After three achingly slow, teasing strokes, up and down his shaft, he whispered back, “We can’t.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it as much as I do.” I leaned down and licked his nipple again, pulling back just enough to bite the very tip, earning another groan.
“I don’t have any condoms, do you?”
“I trust you if you trust me,” I said.
“I—”
“I tested a month after the last asshole broke my heart and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I blurted, hoping that it didn’t kill the moment.
“It’s been two for me,” Ford said.
“Months?”
“Years.”
“Years?!” I repeated, slipping my hand under the waistband and wrapping my fingers around his cock. “We definitely need to do something about that.”
“You’re relentless.” He closed his eyes and bucked his hips ever-so-slightly as I squeezed his girthy shaft. It felt bigger than I imagined.
“You’ve been very good to me all summer, and now I just want one more thing.”
He chuckled, keeping his eyes closed. “Just one?”
“Well I can think of a few things, but one will do for now.”
With a few quick tugs, I pulled his underwear down to his thighs, then used my foot to take them off the rest of the way.
“Jesus.” His cock was cut like mine, but bigger and thicker. Really thick. Like a fucking Pringles can.
“What?” Ford glanced down.
I knew the answer already, but I asked anyway. “Do you have lube?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good, because I’m gonna need it.”
He stretched, reaching over to pull a drawer open. I watched the muscles ripple in his stomach, the way his body strained with the movement. He was absolutely gorgeous.
“Do you want to go take that off?” he asked, motioning to my chastity cage, and settled back into his spot on the bed.
I was shocked, and a little speechless. How has he not figured out that he has the key?
“I’d like to leave it for now,” I replied. “I should be able to cum with it on.”
“Seriously?!” His eyes widened, but he continued to stare at my caged dick.
“Yeah,” I replied with a nod.
“Fuck, you don’t know how hot that is.”
I scoffed. “You don’t know how hot you are, and when that dick is finally inside of me, I’m afraid I’m going to lose it immediately.”
“That’s okay with me.” Ford gave a little half shrug. “We’ve got all night.”
I wanted to ask if we had all summer, or even longer than that, but there was no point getting ahead of myself. I had him now, and I was going to savor every inch. He offered me the lube and I grabbed it before he could change his mind.
After squirting a generous string along his shaft, I stroked it, nice and slow, making sure to coat the entire length. When I tugged on his pendulous balls as a tease, he almost threw me off the bed. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” he said. “I like it a little rough. You just surprised me.”
A little rough, huh?
He watched as I added some lube to my fingers and prepped my hole. “Do you need me to help?”
I shook my head. “Next time.”
When he didn’t argue, I felt almost victorious.
“How do you want it?” he asked.
“Slow and steady.”
“No.” He smiled. “I mean, is this position okay?”
I added a large glob of lube to the head of his cock and held it still as I moved to straddle him again. “You can take control?—”
“—next time,” he finished for me, smiling. “You can count on that.” His hands went to my waist, steadying me as I lowered myself onto him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He couldn’t have said anything more perfect as it helped me relax. Again, it was just our breathing, which seemed to fill the room, as I willed myself to take all of his cock.
He let me do it, holding his body still.
“Nice and easy,” he said, gently.
Almost trembling, I took a deep breath, relaxed my muscles, and let my body weight take me lower. As soon as my ass rested against his thighs, my eyes rolled back into my head. He hadn’t even started fucking me yet and his thick dick was making me feel all the right feelings.
“Fuck, I’m so full.”
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No.” I clenched my hole around him. “It feels great.”
“You’re tight,” he said.
“Not for fucking long.” I lifted myself a few inches off of him and slid back down. Mirroring the rhythm from earlier, I kept at it, slowly impaling myself, over and over.
“Jesus, Dylan.” Ford was lost in pleasure and it was because of me. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me.”
Despite the burn in my thighs and the stretch of my hole, it felt so good to hear those dirty words, especially from him. Hearing he was into this as much as I was made it easier to lose myself in the moment.
“You make a beautiful cowboy.”
It took me a second to realize what he meant. Our position .
“Makes sense.” I smiled before impaling myself again. “You’ve got a fucking horse cock.”
It was easier to balance with one hand on his shoulder, but that also pulled us closer together. Settling into a steady tempo, we kept our eyes locked on each other as I rode his cock.
To that point, it was the single most erotic moment of my life.
“You’re leaking,” he said.
I glanced down to see precum dribbling out of my cage and onto his stomach.
“Of course I am. You’re giving me exactly what I want.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
“You like this cock?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to take control?”
Ford thrust upwards, causing me to lose my balance. I almost fell off him but his grip on my waist was too strong, and instead I braced myself on his thighs behind me.
“What about waiting”—another thrust—“until next time?” I asked.
“I’m sorry.” Ford shook his head. “But I can’t wait for that.”
“S’okay. I’ve been waiting for this mo—fuck!”
Without another word, Ford fucked me.
The weight of my body and Ford’s firm grip on my hips kept me in place on top of his pistoning cock. The look of determination on his face was almost enough to make me cum.
“Take every inch of me.”
Fuck!
“So-sorry.” Ford said.
“Don’t be.” Not that it had stopped him from wrecking my hole. “I liked it.”
“You liked it?”
“Yeah, I love feeling you so deep. Please don’t stop.”
“I can see how badly you want it.” Ford swiped a finger against the cage and brought it to my lips. I licked his finger, savoring the taste of my own precum, and threw my head back as Ford fucked with a renewed urgency.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes and this was the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t know how that was even possible.
None of them were him.
“I’m close, Ford.”
“Good boy.”
The combination of his body slamming into mine and those words were too much.
“Fuuuuck.” My head was almost spinning as the feelings from my hole grew stronger and stronger, until it all came crashing together in a shockwave of pleasure. “Ford!”
“Cum for me.”
“Ahhh!”
It was the biggest load I had seen while wearing the cage. In seconds, enough of my cum had dribbled out to pool on his stomach and drip down the side. I was hanging on for dear life as Ford kept pounding.
“Give it to me. Fucking cum inside me.”
Every muscle in his body flexed as he roared my name. I grabbed onto the headboard to brace myself as each thrust came and went, until he settled onto the bed with a smile on his face.
“Such a perfect little bottom.”
“You weren’t so bad yourself.”
Was this the part where Ford regretted everything, apologized, and said it was a mistake that would never happen again.
“I’m sorry, Dylan.”
Here we go. I swear…this fucking summer.
“I can usually last a bit longer.”
Oh thank God.
“I guess I was just too much for you,” I said, squeezing my hole around his still-hard cock.
Ford laughed, and it went straight to the part of my brain that needed the comfort.