and freed his stiff erection and started to work it with slow strokes.
“Mm. Wandering hands.”
I unknotted the blue silk tie he’d given me for my birthday and motioned for him to kneel. He dropped down immediately and let his hands hang by his sides. I took my time admiring his form—the sharp angles of his shoulder blades, the elegant sweep of his back, and the pertness of his ass. With firm ropework, I bound his wrists together behind his back with the tie and relished in the feeling of having him bound and under my control.
His chest jutted out and emphasized the stiffness of his brown nipples. I dragged my dry thumbs over them, and he sucked his teeth as goosebumps burst across his sternum. I grinned with a little masochism, but I didn’t have it in me to torture him at all.
“Open your mouth.”
I ran one thumb and then the other over the inside of his wet bottom lip, then smoothed the saliva over his nipples. Brax quivered and moaned. I pinched his nipples gently, just to see him twitch. He whimpered and tried to catch my gaze with wet, pleading eyes. I held his chin and angled his head to the side, leaned down and kissed his neck, and then pressed my lips to his ear.
“I love you,” I whispered huskily.
His jaw dropped open and he breathed heavily as his eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” he droned.
I stood and stroked his hair, enjoying the thickness of it falling through my fingers. He wet his lips and gazed straight in front of him at my crotch where my cock was getting harder beneath my suit pants. All it took was a flick of a belt buckle, a zip, a stretch of underwear, and my cock was in his mouth.
Brax moaned around the head and struggled to angle it just right into his mouth without the use of his hands. I watched him wriggle his lips around the tip until he could slide it straight down along his tongue. I moaned in approval and held his head steady. “You’re doing so good. That’s it, baby.”
He sucked my dick perfectly—slow and sweet—and looked up at me the entire time. I saw his eyes flutter like he wanted to sink into the pleasure, and I was proud of how well he resisted the temptation and kept his gaze locked onto mine.
My cock swelled in his mouth until it was rock hard and aching. I loved the sweet, wet way he was sucking me and the pressure on the head, but I wanted tightness and a rough, passionate fuck more. I eased my dick out of his mouth and he whimpered, but he moaned happily when I easily scooped him up into my arms. I kissed him as I cradled him, and he gave my tongue the same gentle suck he’d been giving my dick. My cock bucked with need to fuck my perfect, waifish boyfriend and I abandoned my initial plan to carry him to the bedroom. I needed him right here, right fucking now.
I set him down on the couch and immediately dropped to my knees, took his cock into my mouth, and worked him deep. I took his whole length and let the head buck against my throat, just to hear him cry out in surprise and pleasure.
“Oh my god!” Brax whined and writhed. This was right about when he would have dug his nails into my shoulders or snatched at the couch cushions. Being bound was making him deliciously frustrated.
I closed my eyes and gave all my attention to the hard flesh in my mouth, wanting to drive him as crazy as possible. This was his big night, after all. He deserved it.
With firm flicks, I tongued his head and eased dribbles of precum from his slit as he cried out and bucked his hips, trying to get his dick deep in my mouth again. I sucked him deep a few more times before I popped his cock from between my lips and sat back on my heels to look at him. Fucking beautiful. My naked man with his shining wet cock, slender ribs and his dark tattoo, his hair frazzled and his eyes glazed with pure lust.
“Legs up.”
He blinked at me, not sure what I was asking.
I took a shin in each hand and bent his knees so the arches of his feet balanced on the edge of the couch cushions. He fell, but the back of the couch caught