Chapter Twenty #3
James had loosened up enough to smoothly slide up and down my cock. I cried out as he ripped the tape off my mouth. He pulled the hanky out and replaced it with his tongue as his pace quickened. He slammed down on me again and again as groaned and huffed through his nostrils like a fucking bull.
He broke the kiss to stare into my eyes again. “Does it feel as good inside of me as I feel when I’m inside of you?”
That was all I needed. My balls drew up so close that it almost hurt. “I’m gonna come,” I panted.
James moaned and quickened his pace. “Yeah, you gonna fill me up, Avery?”
My hips instinctively started to buck, and he held himself in place, hovering just enough to let me thrust up into him as I shouted out with every wave of my orgasm. Once I’d nearly gone still, James slowly rose up until my cock was free of him.
James made quick work of pulling the flashlight out of me and replacing it with his pulsing, thick cock.
I groaned as I stretched around him, bigger than the flashlight by far.
In the span of about 30 seconds, James folded my legs up against my torso and pumped once, twice, cursing a blue streak through his own orgasm.
He came so much and so hard I could see his thick white seed starting to seep around his balls in the mirror.
“Holy fuck,” I panted as he rested against my body, his cock still rock-hard and buried inside of me to the root.
James chuckled against my skin, but didn’t move for a good two or three minutes as we both just laid in a heap on the floor, trying to come back to Earth.
He began to place soft kisses along my neck as he finally started going soft and slipped out of me. “Stay right there, sweetheart,” he cooed, his smile beaming from ear-to-ear as he finally shed the mask and tossed it across the room into the hamper.
“Hmm… nice shot,” I mumbled at his back as he walked out of the room. I must have closed my eyes for a moment because the next thing I knew, he was gently sitting me up and unlocking the cuffs.
“I still can’t believe you asked your father for these,” he said.
“And I can’t believe how red your face turned when I brought them home.”
Once my hands were free, I brought them in front of me and began to rub at my sore wrists as James, tender as ever, wiped my entire body down with a warm, wet towel. When he’d wiped away the mess of our playtime away, he took over massaging my wrists. “Would you like a shower or a snack first?”
“Shower.”
“Your wrists don’t look as red,” he observed as he worked me over with the pad of his thumb. “I left ‘em a little looser this time.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Don’t be afraid to tighten them up.”
“Baby, your wrists were red for three days last time. I was terrified they were going to bruise.”
I couldn’t stop my loose, stupid laughter at his worried face, his eyebrows up to his hairline.
He’s so fucking cute. And stupidly sexy… how did I get so lucky?
“But really,” he pressed. “How are you?”
“I’m wonderful.” I flashed back to him lowering himself down onto me. “How are you?”
James smiled and tilted his chin up to peer at the ceiling for a second. “Umm, I’m okay.” He met my eyes. Then he leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine. “I didn’t think it was gonna hurt that bad. You’re a fucking champion for doing that all the time!”
I laughed, and James helped me to my feet. “That was certainly a surprise! Did you, like… prep yourself or anything? I hope you did.”
He shrugged. “I mean, I snuck a finger in there a couple times in the garage bathroom before I came in.”
“Jesus, James! You are so thorough when you’re prepping me. Why would you think you needed or deserved any less?”
“Well, my dick’s bigger than yours. Thicker, too. And it was… fine. It was hot. The important thing is that you liked it.”
“Would you ever….” I hesitated, not even sure what my own answer would be.
“Anything’s possible during mask time, my love. But, as far as the everyday, I’d prefer to keep things the way they are. If that’s okay with you, of course.”
I wrapped my arms around him and stood up a little taller to kiss him. “I would prefer that as well.” And, then: “Thank you for planning another adventure. The flashlight was interesting.”
James laughed. “I knew if I didn’t stick something in you, I’d never hear the end of it.”
I shook my head and smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Avery. I always will.”
James took my hand and led me through to the bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bath and started the spray.
My gaze landed on the shower curtain that James and I had picked out.
It was absolutely the most ridiculous thing I’d ever seen—a blue curtain with an image of a giraffe riding atop a flying shark with a pirate’s sword and eye patch.
We both had cracked up the second we’d seen it and decided it had to be the centerpiece of our new bathroom.
Then we’d gone and picked out a blue bathmat along with a giraffe-printed toothbrush holder and matching bath towels. It was ridiculous and hilarious, and the best part was that my mother hated it.
We might have had ridiculously playful taste, but there was so much warmth in our home. So much love surrounded the space.
I’d never felt more at home.
Love,
Avery and James