Chapter Twenty-Four
Franco hadn’t expected Rico to pull off the cowboy outfit so well, but he had blown his lame fantasies out of the water. Playing it for all he was worth, roping his cowboy’s dick had been more erotic than anything he’d done with rope before.
How Franco would maintain his equilibrium and make this scene last long enough to prolong the excitement for them both, he didn’t know. But he’d try his damnedest. He’d already lost his composure once, although he had no regrets at all about that kiss.
God, I love kissing this man.
And his boi hadn’t seemed to mind being thrown against the wall to be kissed. Franco couldn’t wait until the two had sex. He had no doubt Rico could give as good as he got. Franco anticipated that they would become lovers before this day ended. The two of them had been waiting far too long for this moment, but he still didn’t want to rush it.
First, they would enjoy this scene, increasing their level of intimacy and forming a stronger bond between them. He wanted to deepen Rico’s level of trust in his Dom.
“If your cock gets numb or tingles, I want you to tell me immediately.”
“Yes, Sir.”
For safety reasons, he’d only keep this tie on for about twenty minutes. In the meantime, he intended to torture Rico a bit.
Kneeling down again, the smell of the leather chaps became an unexpected turn-on for Franco. He flicked his tongue against the underside of Rico’s swollen glans. The sharp intake of breath he heard made him smile. He’d definitely heightened Rico’s senses and couldn’t wait for Rico to experience his first orgasm in bondage, whether it be cock bondage or some other kind.
Salty precum seeped from Rico’s cock, and Franco couldn’t hold back a moan of delight, knowing he’d made Rico that excited. He wrapped his lips around the purple head and sucked until Rico groaned with what sounded like intense pleasure. The restriction of blood flow had to make the head of his cock more sensitive than ever.
Franco cupped Rico’s balls then decided he wanted to taste them as well so he released his cock to move lower. The binding remained snug at the base of Rico’s sac but didn’t restrict Franco’s ability to suck one of Rico’s bound nuts into his mouth.
“Fuck!”
That wasn’t a safeword and Rico sounded more excited than freaked out, so Franco continued sucking, tugging at his ball occasionally. Rico groaned again. Definitely sounded more like pleasure than pain, but he wanted to see where the boundaries lay—and whether he’d use his safewords to slow down or stop, if necessary.
With his hand, Franco tugged at the short hairs on Rico’s scrotum before pulling it away from Rico’s body again until he got a different response.
“Ugh.”
Franco smiled but thought he ought to check in to make sure Rico was doing okay. Franco released him and glanced up. Both of Rico’s eyes were closed tight. “What level, boi?”
Rico bit his lower lip, his eyes remaining shut. “Chartreuse, but please don’t stop. Sir, I mean!” Rico opened his eyes to meet his gaze as if afraid he might be disciplined for the slip, but Franco loved hearing him lose his shit.
“Closer to yellow or green?”
“Green, Sir.”
Franco rewarded him for his enthusiasm by lowering his mouth to his cock again to flick his tongue against him before grazing the tip with his teeth. Rico’s body tensed and Franco continued until Rico’s cock bounced in anticipation.
As did Franco’s.
Reaching around, he placed his hands on Rico’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart, knowing the sensation would heighten Rico’s excitement, as well as help Franco hold him firmly in place. His mouth returned to the tip of Rico’s cock while his finger teased at his ass hole.
“Oh, yes, Sir! That feels amazing.”
Franco’s tongue licked and swirled around the head of Rico’s cock. Once again, he put his teeth to work to keep Rico on the sharp edge between apprehension and ecstasy. More precum seeped into his mouth, and he lapped it up.
How long would Rico last before he begged to come? Soon Franco would need to release the rope and rebind him before allowing him to—
The doorbell ringing stopped him in his tracks. Damn! His mouth released Rico’s cock with great reluctance. “You’re expecting someone?” Franco growled, making no attempt to hide his annoyance.
“Would I let you truss me up like this if I were expecting someone? Sir!”
Rico sounded equally frustrated and annoyed, but Franco appreciated that he remembered his protocols. Albeit remaining the brat. “Let? I don’t recall needing your permission to truss you up, as you put it, but you need to figure out who’s down there and get rid of them if you want this scene to continue.”
“Do you think we could just pretend nobody’s home?” Rico asked hopefully.
“Not with your flashy car parked in the driveway.”
“Oh, yeah. Permission to check my phone’s front door security camera?”
Franco supposed the security system came in handy while Rico was in Denver and couldn’t be here to keep an eye on things, but it might be useful to them today too.
“Do whatever you have to do. Our protocols have been temporarily suspended.”
Rico walked over to the dresser and picked up his phone, then apparently opened the security app. A look of horror crossed his face. “Fuck. It’s Mama J! Get me out of these ropes! Where are my clothes?”
What was Mama doing here?
While Rico gestured frantically, Franco retrieved the safety scissors from his bag and began removing the cock bondage. “Would you hold still? I don’t want to cut anything important.” Franco admonished him as he set the scissors down after cutting both knots. He then quickly unwound the rope from Rico’s junk. “I thought you said Mama and Paul had plans with Gina all day.”
“That’s what she told me. I have no clue why they’re here this early. We agreed on seven o’clock.”
“Do you think she’ll be surprised to find me here? I could slip out the back, to avoid suspicion.”
“There’s no way you can hide. Your Yukon is parked in front of my house and just as recognizable to her as my car. We’ll just have to deal with it.”
The doorbell rang again.
Finally freed, Rico grabbed a pair of leggings from the closet and sat on the bed to pull them on.
“What about underwear?” Franco asked, raising an eyebrow while appreciating the sight of Rico’s rope-marked junk. “Those leggings might be a little revealing for Mama and Gina, don’t you think?” At least Rico’s cock wasn’t as erect as it had been minutes ago.
“I’ll wear a long T-shirt to cover everything.”
Franco started to change back into the clothes he’d worn here.
Suddenly, and quite inappropriately for the moment, Rico laughed out loud. “I feel like I’m back in high school.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” Franco failed to see the humor but also wondered if Rico was sexually active that early and whether he’d ever been caught by his mama. Franco had been a late bloomer, he supposed.
He glanced around the floor. Where were his low-cut boots? Oh, there! Half under the bed. “Give me two minutes, then walk slowly down the stairs to answer the door.”
Looking on the bright side, this might be the impetus he needed to talk with Mama so that he and Rico could stop hiding. Rico walked at an exaggeratedly slow pace toward the bedroom door, and Franco couldn’t help but grin at the spectacle of two grown men trying to hide the evidence of what they were doing from Mama.
“Brat.”
Rico lifted his T-shirt and wiggled his ass. Too bad he’d had to cover up those sweet cheeks, although the view of them covered in that thin material was kinda hot too.
Face it, Rico’s scorching hot, period.
Joining Rico in the foyer, Franco saw the shadow of Mama and Gina. Franco quickly glanced around the living room and saw the Phase 10 game set up on the card table. Gina must have brought it down this weekend. Should he make it look as though they’d been in the middle of a game?
But then Mama would wonder why it had taken them so long to cross the room to the door.
Rico shook his head as he must have thought the same thing, but then he opened the door.
“Mama J? Gina? What brings you here so early?”
Gina launched herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Franco forgot about hiding anything, concerned about what had happened.
“Mama, what’s going on?” Franco joined them at the door. Mama broke eye contact with Rico and stared at him in confusion for a moment before she turned her focus back to Rico.
“Gina’s having a hard time today. I think she’s worried about you. I tried to text you before we came down here. Did you get my messages?”
“Sorry, no. I must have turned off my ringer by mistake.”
While Rico had probably not wanted to be disturbed during their scene, a text with a heads-up would have been a lot more helpful than getting caught like this.
Rico brushed the tears from Gina’s cheeks. “Hey, Sweetie. I’m fine. What made you think otherwise?”
“I don’t know. I just…” She glanced away. Rico would probably have to dig a little deeper to get to the bottom of her concern, but as a cold wind blew into the living room, Franco waved them inside.
“Come in, Mama, Gina.”
“I wasn’t expecting to find you here, Franco,” Mama said as she came inside and closed the door behind them. “I thought you were in Denver.”
“I wanted to hang out with Rico a while today. And I stopped by to see Rafe earlier.”
Mama smiled. She loved it when her kids got together informally. Most especially Franco, who had remained aloof from his family the past few years unless it was a family dinner.
“Well, it’s good to see you, whatever the reason.” She came in and tugged at his shirt until he bent lower so she could give him a kiss on the cheek.
Rico picked Gina up and carried her to the sofa, sitting her on his lap. She cried against his shoulder, making Franco wonder what the hell had upset her. Was she missing her mama? Franco could relate to the fact that the pain of losing a parent didn’t go away for a long time, if ever.
“Shh, Sweetie. Everything’s okay. I know it hurts. But Zio Rico’s here.”
“I want to go home.”
“Didn’t you have fun with Mama J?”
She nodded, hiccuping from her sobs.
“We went shopping and baked cookies,” Mama said. “I’m not really sure what caused the tears. Maybe something reminded her of her mama.”
“Is that what happened, Sweetie?”
Gina nodded again.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. I just wanted to make sure you were still here.”
“Where else would I be?”
Gina shrugged but didn’t answer. Was she having separation anxiety, fearing she’d lose Rico too? Poor kid.
Franco and Rico exchanged a long glance, both abundantly aware that they wouldn’t be getting back upstairs to the bedroom anytime soon.
So much for those plans.
Would the two of them ever find time to be alone together without interruption? They’d just have to keep trying. Gina would feel more secure as time went on. He hoped.