Gathering Storm

by Alexa Land

  “But I am naked,” I said with a little grin, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes.

  He claimed my mouth with another kiss, this one deep and demanding, and my entire body responded. When he ran his fingers over the bar of soap again, I reached down with both hands and spread myself for him, giving him the most intimate part of me.

  Brian penetrated me deeply, with first one and then two fingers. He paid close attention to my gasps and moans, using them to zero in on what gave me the most pleasure. His instincts were perfect. He quickly figured out how much stimulation I could take to my prostate, and when to back off and let me catch my breath. When he slid his hand between us and firmly grasped my hard, throbbing cock, I told him, “I’m not going to last long if you do that.”

  “So don’t,” he said with a grin as he began to stroke me. I moaned and put my head back on his chest, still holding myself open for him. He became very focused on his mission, stroking me and finger fucking me roughly, and God was it good. I moaned and began to ride his hand, thrusting myself onto his fingers, the water sloshing around us.

  I muffled my cries against his chest, grasping my butt so tightly I’d probably leave marks, trying to contain my thrusting so I didn’t splash the water out of the tub. “Oh fuck yes,” I yelled as he banged my ass harder still, twisting his wrist around, sending the most intense pleasure all through me.

  It wasn’t so much that I came. It was more that he made me cum, demanding it of my body, which obeyed him. My yells as I shot my load into the bathwater were wild, inhuman. I couldn’t have controlled them even if I’d wanted to, any more than I could have held back that huge orgasm. I just came and came, still riding his fingers feverishly, yells turning to sobs as the intense pleasure overwhelmed me.

  When my body finally had nothing more to give and that massive orgasm began to ebb, Brian eased his fingers from me, released my cock, and held me securely. I threw my arms around his shoulders and clung to him, shaking from the aftershocks for what could have been minutes or hours.

  Brian reached down and pulled the plug, and the water drained from the tub. He then grabbed a big, soft towel from the nearby rack and covered me with it like a blanket, then went right back to holding me. “I love the way you take care of me,” I whispered, my voice raspy from yelling. His response was a kiss on the top of my head.

  After a while, when my heart rate and breathing had returned to normal and I was no longer shaking, he said softly, “Get yourself dry and tucked into bed, baby. I’ll join you in a couple minutes.” I did as he said, climbing out of the tub and running the towel over my body. I was exhausted after that huge orgasm, on the verge of collapse.

  I glanced back at him as I left the bathroom. He was reclining in the now-empty tub, his soaking wet t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders, a satisfied grin on his face.

  Not surprisingly, I dozed off the moment my head hit the pillow. But I awoke again sometime later, when the futon creaked slightly and Brian snuggled up beside me. He was dressed in a dry t-shirt and sweats, the fabric soft beneath my hands as I slid my arms around him. “Hi,” I mumbled.

  “Go back to sleep, baby.”

  “No. Can’t. It’s too unfair. You made me feel so good, and I need to make you cum, too.”

  He stroked my damp hair and said, “Not tonight. You need to rest.”

  I shook my head, trying to push myself up on my elbows. “I can’t leave you hanging.”

  Brian pulled me right back down to his chest, holding me securely as he said, “Don’t worry about that. To be honest, I, um, took care of business after you left the bathroom.”

  I glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow. “You just jerked yourself off?” He nodded, and I frowned at him. “That’s my job.”

  I felt him chuckle more than I heard it, his big chest rumbling beneath me. “Tonight, your job was to relax and forget your troubles.”

  “You’re so good at that,” I said as I snuggled against him. “You make me forget all the bad in the world. Everything just falls away, until all that’s left is just you and me.”

  “That’s exactly what I was going for.” His big hand was rubbing my back, and after a while, it slid down and gently cupped by butt. “Was I too rough with you? I was, wasn’t I?”

  “There’s no such thing as too rough,” I murmured.

  “But won’t you be a bit sore tomorrow?”

  “I hope so. Then all day, that deeply satisfying ache will be a wonderful reminder of the greatest bath of all time.”

  “You know, that didn’t start out as my plan. I just intended to bathe you and tuck you into bed. I didn’t know it would turn sexual.”

  “Well, yay to changing plans,” I said with a grin, burrowing deeply into his arms, my legs straddling his right thigh.

  “How are you still awake?” he asked, his hand once again rubbing my back. “You looked like you were on the verge of unconsciousness after all of that.”

  “I had a nap while you were ‘taking care of business.’ You need a better euphemism for that, by the way.”

  “You’re right.”

  “And by the way, it turns out that you need no instruction in guy-on-guy sex. That was masterful.”

  He chuckled and asked, “Was it?”

  I tilted my head back and raised an eyebrow as I smiled at him. “Really? Because that cataclysmic orgasm seemed run-of-the-mill to you?”

  “You were instructing me the entire time, you know. That’s why the end result was so…explosive.”

  “I was instructing you? Did I black out during that part?”

  “You’re very vocal,” he said, running a thumb over my lower lip. “You told me exactly what you needed, what you liked, with every gasp and moan and little purr.”

  “I did not purr,” I protested.

  “Oh, there was definite purring, kitten. And it was sexy as hell.”

  “Okay, I admit I have no idea what I was saying or doing. I just totally gave myself over to it. Actually, that’s pretty embarrassing, now that I think about it. Your brother and my best friend probably heard every moment of that.”

  “They’re adults, they can handle it.”

  “It doesn’t embarrass you?”

  “Honestly? I’m kind of glad they heard that.”

  “Why?”

  Brian thought about his answer for a moment, then said, “I’m glad they know I take care of you, that I make you feel good. They both think I’m a total asshole, and…I don’t know. Maybe your cries of pleasure let them know I’m capable of giving, and that maybe I’m not the worst thing in the world for you.”

  “You’re the best thing in the world for me.”

  “Hell no, far from it.”

  I stretched up and nipped his earlobe, and he let out a surprised bark of laughter. “Did you just bite me?”

  “Yup.”

  “Why?”

  “Negative reinforcement. Every time you try to tell me you’re bad for me, I’m going to punish you. Eventually, maybe you’ll learn to stop doing it.”

  “Interesting approach,” he said with a smile. “There’s only one thing wrong with it.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It kind of turned me on a little. So, that’s actually positive reinforcement, and it’ll never have the desired effect.”

  “You don’t say.” I smiled up at him as I ran my hand slowly down his stomach, stopping when it was wrapped around his thick, partially erect cock through the fabric of his sweats. “Looks like you didn’t take care of business as thoroughly as you should have.”

  “It wasn’t enough to counteract snuggling in bed with the fairest of them all.”

  I laughed at that. “Oh my God! Quit it already.”

  “But it’s so much fun to tease you,” he said, flashing me a huge smile. I distracted him by massaging his cock through his clothes, and then I started to tug down his waistband. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand up for a kiss, then said, “Nope. Not going there.”


  “Do you want me to beg, Brian? Because I will if I have to.”

  “No, I don’t want you to beg. I just need a little more time before I can even think about being naked around you.”

  I sat up and chewed on my lip for a minute, then said, “I have an idea. Want to hear it?”

  “Does it involve me taking my clothes off? In which case, no.”

  “That’s step three. Step one is tying me down, so you’re totally in control of the situation. Step two is blindfolding me, so you can get used to being naked around me without any pressure.” My hand had returned to his cock, and I felt it jump and swell through his clothing. I smiled at him. “So, you like that idea.”

  “I’d have to be dead not to find that completely arousing. But would you really feel comfortable with that? I mean, with all you’ve been going through lately, is now really the time to make yourself so vulnerable?”

  “I’m safe here, Brian. In this apartment, in this bed, in your arms. Nothing’s going to hurt me. You won’t let it.”

  “You’re right about that,” he said, and kissed me deeply. Then he asked, “So, what do you propose I do with you, once you’re tied up and both of us are naked?”

  “Anything you want. But you might find it particularly enjoyable to put this,” I took his hand and ran his index finger up his big erection, “here.” I brought his finger to my mouth and licked it, then put it between my lips and sucked it, slowly, sensually.

  “Holy shit,” he murmured, his eyes going dark with desire. He sat up then and looked around almost frantically. “We’re going to need some rope or something.”

  I kissed him before slipping out of bed. “I’ve got that covered.”

  “You do?”

  I nodded as I went up to the door and confirmed it was locked (mostly for Brian’s sake, this really wasn’t the time for his brother or anyone else to walk in on us). Then I crossed the room to a chest of drawers near Christopher’s easel. My back was to Brian, and I widened my stance before bending over, not at the knees, but at the waist, giving my boyfriend a good view.

  He chuckled as I pulled the bottom drawer open and retrieved a little canvas grocery bag. “Subtle,” he said.

  “Oh yeah. I’m all about subtlety.” I crossed the room to him and knelt beside the futon. “And speaking of subtle….” With that, I dumped out the contents of the bag, several sets of handcuffs clattering onto the floor.

  “Holy shit, where did those come from?”

  “I borrowed them a couple days ago.”

  “From who?”

  I grinned at that. “Let’s see, your brother’s a cop, and my best friend is a former sex worker. Now who around here would have cuffs to lend me?”

  “Oh man. Now they’re going to go right back to thinking I’m an asshole.”

  “Why?”

  “They probably think I’m going to get rough with you.”

  “Just because you tie someone up doesn’t mean you’re going to get rough with them,” I pointed out.

  “Do they know that?”

  “You don’t think those two engage in some light bondage occasionally?”

  He laughed embarrassedly and said, “Wow, TMI.”

  “I mean, I don’t know that they do. It’s not like Christopher Robin discusses the details of his sex life with me. I’m just assuming, because really, doesn’t everybody?”

  “No, probably not.”

  “Their loss,” I said, handing a set of cuffs to Brian. “So, do you know how to work one of these bad boys?”

  “No.”

  “You don’t?”

  Brian dropped onto the floor in front of me, swung me onto my back on the area rug, and snapped a cuff on my wrist, all in the span of about two seconds. Then he rolled his eyes at me. “Of course I do! Kier and I both wanted to be cops all our lives. You think we never practiced on each other with our dad’s handcuffs?”

  “Kinky,” I said with a huge grin, relaxing and placing both my hands up over my head. He chuckled and shook his head at that as he threaded the free cuff around the foot of the futon frame, then snapped it onto my other wrist. “I mean, there’s no judging here. Did you follow up the cuffing with full-body pat-downs? You did, didn’t you? And that’s fine, it’s not weird at all. I’m sure all brothers do that.”

  He laughed at that and said, “I’m so sorry I told you about the cuffs.”

  “I’m sure it was all perfectly wholesome,” I said with a huge smile. “And the nightstick? Did you practice with that, too? I mean, just because it’s shaped like a big dildo in no way implies anything.”

  He laughed again, then picked up a set of keys that were mixed in with the cuffs. They were on a small leather key fob, which he stuck between my teeth as he said, “Here, hold this.”

  I did as I was told, biting down on the little piece of leather, then said, “Yes sir. Though you’re obviously just trying to shut me up.” This came out sounding like dental-office-speak, ‘shut me up’ sounding more like ‘ut ee uh.’

  “Now, would I do that?”

  “Totally.” Oh-ah-ee.

  “Okay, maybe.”

  “Why are we on the floor?”

  “Because there’s nothing to fasten you to up there.” He indicated the top of the futon with a tilt of his chin, then retrieved a pillow and stuck it under my head. “Comfortable?” he asked, and I nodded.

  He swooped in and kissed the tip of my nose, then removed the fob from my mouth before leaning in for a long, deep kiss. He tossed the keys aside, then brushed my hair back from my face and said, “Now all we need is a blindfold. Then we can fully implement your brilliant plan.”

  “Can’t wait,” I told him with a big smile.

  “So, do we need a safe word or something, since you’re about to be totally at my mercy?”

  “We’re not going deep in the dungeon here,” I told him cheerfully. “If you do something I don’t like, how about if I just tell you? No point in going all secret password and all that crap.”

  “Well, you’d know about secret passwords, James Bound,” he said with a big grin.

  “Damn it! I don’t even have any good insults to hurl at you in return, now that you’ve shaved off the Squatch Beard.”

  He kissed me again and said, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

  “Speaking of thinking of something, there are probably a couple bandanas in Christopher’s painting supplies, because he ties his hair back when he’s working. They would do the trick.”

  “They would.” Brian crawled across the room to the chest of drawers, and was back a few moments later, a faded red bandana in his hand. I raised my head for him and he folded it into a strip and fastened it securely over my eyes, then tied it off at the side of my head.

  “Thoughtful,” I said as I laid back.

  “What is?”

  “Not making me lay on the knot. Most doms don’t think of stuff like that.”

  “Is that what I am, your dom?”

  “Right now you’re my dom, my master,” the last two words were said with an English accent. “You’re whatever you want to be.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice. “You just went Downton Abbey on me. What’s up with that?”

  “Oh no, we’re not going Downton Abbey, we’re going downtown alley,” I said with a grin. “But I just can’t say that word with a straight face. Every time I try to say it, I start channeling Dracula’s Renfield. Yes, maaahstah!”

  Brian burst out laughing. “You’re both weird and fun. It’s a great combination.”

  “Thank you, maaahstah.”

  “Bordering on certifiable.”

  “Well, as long as I’m only bordering.” I smiled at him from beneath the blindfold.

  “You’re also so damn sexy that I can barely stand it.” He began kissing and licking my earlobe as he took hold of my cock and began to stroke me.

  “Danger, Spock!” I said, busting out my best Shatner impersonation. “Must…not…lose sight…of objecti
ve. Supposed to be pleasuring…self…not the bound…fucktoy.”

  Brian chuckled, then shifted around so that he was laying right against my side. I felt his fingers gently brush the hair back from my forehead as he asked, “Are you nervous, baby? Is that what’s behind all this chatter?”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll shut up.”

  He pushed the blindfold up onto my forehead, looking into my eyes. “That’s not what I said, Hunter. I asked if you were nervous.”

  “Nah. I mean, me? James Bound? Come on, I can handle this.”

  “Do you want me to untie you?”

  “No!” That sounded desperate. I added softly, “No. Please don’t. It’ll just take me a minute or two to get used to it, that’s all. I really do trust you, Brian. I swear.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to be untied?”

  “I’m fine, I promise,” I told him. “Please let me do this for you. As soon as we get hot and heavy, I’ll be right there with you, you’ll see.” He watched me closely for a moment, and I don’t know what he saw in my face, but then a little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he leaned down and kissed me.

  He revved me up slowly, first deepening his kisses, then caressing my body as his tongue flickered over mine. He ran his fingertips over my balls before cupping them gently, and I looked up at him and said, “Please don’t just make this about my pleasure, Brian.”

  “I’m not, I’m going to do exactly what we talked about,” he said, sliding his finger between my lips. “But it’s not just about my pleasure, either. I’m going to make sure we both enjoy this.” I sucked on his finger as he continued to stroke my balls, and when the palm of his hand skimmed up my shaft, I let out a soft moan.

  He removed his finger and straddled me, rubbing his cock against mine through his clothes. One hand slid behind my head and he stepped up his game, taking my mouth in a forceful kiss. I moaned against his lips as I tried to rock my hips up and press my cock against him.

  Wordlessly, he pushed the blindfold into the place over my eyes, then raised himself off of me, but for only a moment. When he laid back down on top of me, the word yes slipped from my lips, almost a gasp. He’d removed his t-shirt, so we were skin-to-skin for the first time, and the contact was electric. “Oh God, Brian,” I mumbled as he licked and kissed his way down my neck.