Chapter Twenty-Seven Alex #2
Euan leans down to kiss me, dipping his tongue between my lips. It’s not what I meant, but I accept the kiss anyway, caressing his tongue with my own. When he finally pulls away, I say more bluntly, “I want to suck your cock.”
His eyebrows arch in surprise and I realize that I’ve let him take the lead too often.
I’ve enjoyed everything he’s done to me, but I want to touch him too.
He brushes his thumb across my lips, and I part them, inviting him deeper.
He places his thumb against my tongue, and I close my lips around him, licking and sucking the tip, teasing him with what I can do.
“Alright,” he rasps. “Let’s get you into position for it.”
He shoves the coffee table out of the way with his foot. The sudden movement startles me, and I look over just in time to watch the dildo roll off the edge and bounce off the floor. Then Euan grabs a throw pillow and tosses it on the ground, arranging it so it rests right in front of him.
Since my hands are still bound behind my back, I can’t do anything except watch him rearrange the living room. Once he’s satisfied, he carefully lowers me to the floor, making sure my knees are both on the pillow. He sits on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide so I fit between them.
Then he lowers his pants, and my eyes widen in shock. His hard cock is hidden beneath a layer of black lace. The panties he bought at the shop. I watched him dress this morning and he certainly wasn’t wearing them then.
Which means he put them on just for me.
I look up and find him gazing down at me with heavy lidded eyes.
“So, do you like them?” he asks.
When I look again, I pay more attention to the details.
The front of the lace bulges against his cock and balls, clearly not built for his anatomy.
The glistening red tip of his cock peeks through the weave.
Since I can’t feel the panties with my hands, I lean down and rub my cheek against the lace.
The texture is weird, rough and bumpy. How does it feel on his skin?
It certainly hasn’t affected his erection.
I brush my lips over the bulge and his cock twitches in response.
The panties are wet with his precum, and his thick, musky scent fills my nose.
It’s not a bad look on him, but I don’t think it’s awakened any kinks either. “Honestly? They’re just in my way.” I grab the lace with my teeth and tug until his cock springs free.
I saw him naked in the shower of course. Knew he was bigger than me, longer and thicker. But somehow, having it right in front of my face, I understand why he didn’t fuck me last night.
Can I even take this whole thing inside me?
I clench around the vibrator again, suddenly feeling its inadequacy.
As if in retaliation, the vibration doubles and a pathetic, strained whimper spills from my lips.
My head falls against Euan’s thigh and all I can do for a moment is pant and squirm as I try to adjust to the new sensation.
The egg is pressed right up against my prostate, the buzz quick, hard, and relentless.
“Y-yellow.”
The vibration eases immediately, lower than it was before. “Too much?” Euan asks, stroking my head gently.
I relax into the touch, trying to catch my breath. More drool smears my cheek and sticks to the hairs on Euan’s thigh. Once the echoes of the overwhelming buzz fade, I mumble, “A little bit.”
He continues petting me, giving me as much time as I want to recover. I bask in it for another minute before straightening up. My thighs are a sticky mess, my cock so hard it’s almost painful. If he’d let the vibrator continue at that speed for much longer, I definitely would have come.
“You can turn it up,” I tell him.
He maintains eye contact with me as he slowly turns the dial. I nod when he lands on a pace I like, and he stops there.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
He eases his hips forward, meeting me halfway.
We’re both so hot and hard that I don’t think it’ll take long.
I measure his shaft with my tongue, licking the whole length, filling my mouth with the taste of him.
Then I wrap my lips around him, resting the heavy head on my tongue as I measure the width.
It’s hard to imagine this inside me.
I bob my head down, experimenting, moving slowly as I try to take as much as possible. It’s not as much as I want. I have to pull back up before I gag.
Euan’s hand is on my head again, not pushy or forceful, just there as a guide. Occasionally, he murmurs things like: “Yes, there, you’re so good.”
Every word fans the flames inside me hotter.
The hot length suddenly slides out of my mouth and I whine in protest. Then he rubs the silky head against my cheek and orders, “Close your eyes.”
Knowing what’s coming, I quickly obey. It’s not long before I feel a hot spurt across my face. I keep my mouth open, catching some of the salty cum on my tongue.
“You look so perfect like this.”
For some reason, that’s what pushes me over the edge.
My whole body tenses as I finally climax, spilling cum all over the floor.
Euan holds me through it, petting my hair and stroking my shoulder.
I collapse against his thigh again, staring up at him, dazed.
The whole room seems off-kilter, like I’m tumbling off the edge of the world.
I don’t know how much time passes before everything straightens out and I can breathe properly again.
Euan undoes the cuffs and helps me stand up. “Let’s clean up,” he says gently. “Then we can watch a movie for real.”
I’m too loose and exhausted to do anything except follow his suggestions. “It’s never been like that for me before,” I mumble. I can’t even remember the last time sex was anything except a vaguely pleasant chore.
Euan grins like a smug bastard and asks, “So you liked option one?”
It takes me a second to remember what the options were: come once and take a break or come endlessly. I shudder at the thought of option two. If I’d chosen that, I would probably need five business days to recover. “You seem so calm and stoic, but you’re a fucking beast.”
“And you like it.”
That’s the problem. I like it—him—too much.