No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,21

that reminded him of his ex. “I hate the idea of having a word. Like, if things get too crazy I’m supposed to remember to say ‘oranges’ or some dumb thing? How about if it’s too much, I’ll say ‘stop’?”

Charlie grinned. “Works for me.” He used a handful of Jonas’s hair to yank his head back and kissed him hard, Jonas’s arms pinned between them. Jonas moaned, giving himself over to the feeling of helplessness, putting himself entirely in Charlie’s hands.

“You have no idea how many times of dreamed of having you tied up like this.” Charlie turned him around in order to grind against him from behind, one strong hand forcing its way down the front of Jonas’s pants to grip his erection. “I can’t decide what to do with you first.”

“Anything,” Jonas breathed. “I don’t care, as long as it’s with you.”

Charlie led him to the bed, still standing behind him. He undid Jonas’s jeans and yanked them down, leaving them tangled around Jonas’s ankles, before shoving Jonas down, bending him over the edge of the mattress. He gripped Jonas’s ass, spreading him open.

“Christ, you’re so fucking gorgeous. I could look at you all night.”

Jonas panted impatiently, writhing so he could rub his erection against the bed. “Please don’t tell me that’s all you intend to do.”

“Don’t you worry, sweet thing. I don’t have that much restraint.” He got on his knees behind Jonas, eyeing Jonas’s ass. “You tell me if you get too close.”

Jonas nodded, breathless.

Charlie started by putting his tongue at the base of Jonas’s balls. He moved slowly up, up, up, stopping only to circle Jonas’s rim before doing it again. Up, up, up, with Jonas straining, waiting, panting into the mattress, until Charlie finally circled his rim a second time.

The third time was even slower. Up, up, up. Jonas held his breath. That wonderful, wet warmth finally found his rim a third time.

“Yes,” Jonas breathed.

Charlie chuckled, his whiskers tickling against Jonas’s skin. “You like that?”

“Yes! Keep going, Charlie, please.”

He went faster the next time. The fifth time, he didn’t just circle Jonas’s rim. He pushed in the tiniest bit, and Jonas moaned, moving his hips wildly against the mattress, wanting to feel Charlie push deeper.

“You keep humping away like that, I may as well leave now.”

Jonas groaned in frustration but forced himself to be still. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

Back to the slow, slow, slow torture of Charlie’s tongue getting closer, closer, closer.

But this time, he pushed in as deep as he could go.

“Yes!”

Charlie gripped one cheek in each hand, pulling Jonas open, spreading him so wide, Jonas gasped with pain. But the wonderful pressure on his rim was anything but painful. Charlie stopped teasing and attacked him—licking and circling and penetrating, fucking Jonas with his tongue. Jonas pulled against the ropes around his wrist. It wasn’t that he wanted to escape. It was only that the pleasure was so intense, holding still didn’t seem like an option. He fought to keep his hips from humping against the mattress. Charlie’s tongue invaded him, his coarse whiskers scrubbing Jonas’s skin.

“Please,” Jonas panted. “Please, please, please.”

He didn’t even know what he was begging for. He only knew it felt amazing. His hands were bound, his ankles still caught in his pants.

“Please, please, please.”

One of Charlie’s thick fingers found Jonas’s rim, massaging him, moving in slow circles.

“Please, please, please…”

Charlie’s finger slid inside, and Jonas nearly screamed from the pleasure. “Yes. Oh, God, Charlie—”

Charlie slapped his ass with his free hand.

“Try again.”

“Please, sir. Master.” Charlie slapped him again. “Daddy. Oh God, please…”

Charlie rewarded him by once again attacking Jonas’s entrance, alternating between his tongue and his fingers—first one finger, then two, then his tongue again.

“Please, please, please…”

Finally, Charlie stood, wiping his face with the back of his wrist. He slowly took off his pants, and Jonas strained his neck to look over his shoulder. Charlie’s cock wasn’t overly long, but was thicker than average, his erection jutting out from a thick bush of black hair. The skin of his cock was darker than the rest of him, his scrotum even darker still. He was so fucking gorgeous, Jonas found himself whimpering.

“Please. Oh God, please—”

Charlie bent over, using his mouth on Jonas again, making him wet and ready before moving up, his weight holding Jonas to the bed. His fingers found Jonas’s entrance, guiding the head of his cock into place.

“Please,” Jonas whispered again.

The head of his cock slid in easily, and Jonas gasped, pulling at the rope around his wrists.