him, and I yanked his hips forward. His ass and balls were perfectly exposed.
I wet my lips and his eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen, but it didn’t prepare him for the thrill of my tongue pressing against his tight asshole. He let out a short cry, then arched his back and groaned as I tickled his hole with the tip of my tongue. His thighs were already quivering and I reached up to take his cock in my hand. I held him loosely. I didn’t want to get him off yet. I just wanted to feel his dick twitching and throbbing as I rimmed his ass, to know how badly he was suffering from being tied up.
When he was almost in tears and his ass was wet with my spit, I grabbed a condom and lube from my pocket. I was prepared for tonight to be a celebration, no matter where we ended up. In fact, I was kind of surprised we’d made it all the way back to my house - the art gallery bathrooms had been tempting, too. But I was glad for the privacy. It meant I could take my time smoothing lube over his ass and working just the tip of one finger inside him, making him groan like I was torturing him.
“What do you want, Braxton?”
“I want your cock,” he exhaled without hesitation.
Damn, he really was getting good at asking for what he wanted.
“Do you think you’re ready?”
I worked my finger deeper and felt him open up for me. He was getting good at that, too.
“Please. Fuck. Please.”
I fucked him with two fingers to give him some relief until my dick was aching just as badly as his must have been. In one quick move, I swept him up over my shoulder, moved to the end of the couch, and placed him belly down over the arm of the couch with his pert little apple butt in the air. I brought my hand down on his butt and listened to him grunt as his cock was pushed against the arm.
His face was squished against the couch, so I took a moment to put a cushion under his cheek and kissed his hair before I slid on the condom and got in position behind him. He looked over his shoulder and flashed a sweet smile at me before dropping his head back down and whimpering for my cock.
I gave it to him hard from the outset. Half of my thickness jammed inside him on the first thrust, and he pressed his face into the cushion to muffle his moan. His ass eased open around me, well-practiced at taking me now, and I gave him the whole length on the next firm thrust. We’d been fucking for months, but every time it seemed new - nothing had ever felt so good to me as holding his tied hands and making him grunt with fast, firm thrusts. I found a pace that had both of us panting and sweat trickled down my brow as my balls pulled up tight against my body and my orgasm grew.
“Sway!” he cried.
I yanked him upright so he was standing, and kept fucking him just as hard. He leaned his head back and his hair trailed down over his perfectly arched back. My heart swooned for how beautiful he was, and I fucked him harder to show him just how good he made me feel.
“I - love - you - Ry,” he stammered with my thrusts.
Fuck! I couldn’t hold back. My dick surged with pleasure and my hips moved to their own rhythm as my vision clouded over. Animal lust drove me toward my orgasm, fucking my man hard and deep, wanting him to feel how much I adored him. Wanted him. Loved him.
“Come inside me,” he rushed.
Suddenly, he tightened around me and I was gone. I came like a shot, a bolt of pure pleasure ricocheting through me, and I drove my cock deep into his ass as I blew my load.
It wasn’t usual for me to come without bringing him along with me. We collapsed forward over the arm of the couch again, but I didn’t let us stay there for long. As soon as my cock softened just a little, I slipped out of him. He groaned at feeling so empty but I quickly lifted him up—my legs a little shakier than the first time—and flipped him over so he perched on the edge of