by Alexa Land
I burst out laughing. “I love the way you’re a colossal pain in the ass.”
He beamed at me. “Thank you. And right back at you.”
“Maybe that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”
“No, that’s not why. This is.” Brian swung me across his lap, tipped me back, and kissed me for all he was worth. Lust and heat and love and desire shot through me, my lips parting as I gave myself to him.
“Oh that’s right,” I murmured. And then I went right back to kissing him.
Chapter Seventeen
“I thought they’d never leave.”
“Great party, though,” I said.
“It was,” Brian agreed. “Nobody knows how to throw a spur-of-the-moment Wiccan ritual/house party like your adopted octogenarian mafia grandma.”
“This is true.”
“Speaking of the ritual, whatever the Wiccan was burning made this place smell like a Renaissance faire,” he said as he helped me make my bed.
“I’m pretty sure that was a combination of sage, rosemary, and weed.”
“Like I said. Renaissance faire.”
I grinned at him. “And you know what a Renaissance faire smells like because…?”
“I’m just speculating.”
“No you’re not, you totally went to one. Did you go dressed as a knight? Please tell me there are photos.”
“Not a knight, and the photos have been destroyed.”
I burst out laughing. “Oh my God. Next time I talk to Kieran, I’m asking him for details. I bet he knows all your deep, dork secrets.”
“Do you mean dark?”
“No. I mean dork.”
Brian was smiling as he tossed a pillow on the bed. “There. Clean sheets. Which, by the way, doesn’t make a lick of sense, since we’re now going to completely trash them.” His smile increased a few hundred megawatts.
“We are. But it’ll be nice to at least start with them fresh.” I ran my palm over the sheet, smoothing out a wrinkle, then admitted, “Okay, so the last time I was in this bed was the same night I met you. I brought some guy home. I didn’t even know his name. He was just some random person that picked me up in a club.”
“I see.”
“It seems like a lifetime ago, I don’t even feel like I’m the same person anymore.”
“You’re not. Neither of us are,” he said gently.
“Anyway, so, hence the clean sheets.”
“Got it,” he said as he came around to my side of the bed. Suddenly, he scooped me up and tossed me onto the mattress. “Now let’s get them dirty.”
“Yes sir.” I smiled and held my arms out to him.
Brian climbed on top of me, parting my legs with his knee, and kissed me voraciously. As I rubbed him through his 501s, he untucked my shirt. He then took hold of my shirttails and yanked them in opposite directions, buttons flying everywhere as I let out a surprised bark of laughter.
While one hand massaged my hard-on through my jeans, the other worked on my belt, then my button and zipper. As soon as he got my pants unfastened, he pulled them and my underwear to mid-thigh, then just devoured my cock. His hands slid around to my ass as he sucked me, kneading my butt as he took me down his throat.
“Oh shit,” I murmured, arching off the mattress. “Bri, if you keep doing that, you’re going to make me cum.”
Brian looked up at me, still sucking my cock, and gave me a playful wink, which I took as a go-ahead. He reached up and gave me his finger to suck, then slid it into my ass as his lips and tongue continued to work my shaft. His free hand moved to my balls, rubbing and squeezing them. I liked the fact that he wasn’t dainty about it, that he handled me as if asserting his claim on my body. That was exactly what I wanted.
I didn’t stand a chance of holding out, not with all he was doing to me. Within a few minutes, I was yelling, “Oh fuck, Brian,” as my cum filled his mouth and his finger fucked my hole relentlessly. He drank me down, then slowed the bobbing of his head on my cock before finally releasing it from his lips and licking it gently.
He climbed off me as I lay there panting, and went right back to undressing me. “I couldn’t resist,” he told me with a smile as he pulled off my shoes and socks. “You just looked good enough to eat.”
Soon we were both completely naked, and he traced his fingertips down my body before grinning at me. “Oh look,” he said. “You’re a natural blond.”
I laughed at that. He was stroking my wispy happy trail, which had begun to grow in now that I no longer had a need for full-body waxes (and wow, was I ever not going to miss those). “What, you didn’t think I was?”
“I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe you had some help in that department.”
“I only added highlights. It was already blond.”
“So I see.” Brian kissed my stomach, then dotted a row of kisses up my chest before reaching my mouth. He climbed on top of me again, tangling his fingers in my hair as our lips met, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he rubbed his cock against mine, my desire ratcheting right back up.
When he sat up with me on his lap, his big hands caressing my back, I whispered, “I love you, Brian.”
“I love you too, Hunter. More than anything.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me securely, and I burrowed against him as he nibbled my shoulder.
“So, obviously we should forego the handcuffs,” he said softly after a while.
I sat up and looked at him. “Why?”
“I can’t imagine you’d be comfortable with that, not after…well, you know.”
“I want you to tie me up before you fuck me. It’s important to me.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. It’s a part of me, and it’s a part of us.”
“But—”
“Swensen took a lot from me – my confidence, my sense of security, my peace of mind. Slowly, I’m rebuilding those things, but still. He took so much, and I don’t want him to take this, too.”
“I don’t know, Hunter.”
“He was the last person to tie me up, and it was terrifying, because it was against my will. But now I want to reclaim it, make it ours again. I want to prove to myself that he didn’t break me, that he didn’t shatter my ability to trust.”
Brian chewed on his bottom lip and watched me for a long moment. Then he said, “I have an idea. Where are your cuffs?”
“I don’t actually own any. Remember how I said I never did this in my private life? And the ones we borrowed before are still at Christopher’s apartment, so we’ll have to improvise.”
“Okay. Then bring me something to improvise with.” He smiled at me sweetly.
“Be right back.” I jumped out of bed and hurried to my walk-in closet, then looked around. When I returned, I told him, “This is such a cliché, but it’s all I could think of.” I put a little pile of black silk neckties beside him.
“That’ll work.”
“Where do you want me?” I asked, and when he patted a spot on the mattress, I started to climb up onto the bed. But then I exclaimed, “Oh wait, one more thing,” and rushed off to the bathroom. I was back a few moments later with a little container. “You’ll need this.” I pulled the plastic seal off the lube and tossed it aside before handing the bottle to him, and he smirked at me as he tucked it under the pillow.
“I did actually know we needed that. This may be my first time having sex with a man, but I’m not completely clueless.”
I grinned at him and crawled up on the bed again, kneeling right in front of him. “Never said you were.”
“It was implied.”
“Then maybe you should punish me for my brattiness.” I flashed him a huge smile.
Brian chuckled at that. “Maybe I should. But for now, give me your hands.” I stuck them out, palms up, and he got on his knees in front of me and kissed the inside of each of my wrists in turn. Then he put my hands together and held them in one of his while he untangled a necktie from the pile. “Why would anyone own so
many black ties?” he asked as he wound the silky strip of material around my wrists.
“They’re all different.”
“No they’re not,” Brian insisted. “They’re all black.”
“But some are skinnier, some wider, some shiny, some matte, and some are textured. And I actually own way more than that. I just didn’t bring them all to the bed.”
He chuckled again. “You and I are from different planets. You know that, right?”
“Why? How many black ties do you own?”
“Zero.”
“Really?”
“I only own one tie, and it’s dark blue. I bought it at Target for my high school graduation.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle. “How does a grown man only own one tie?”
“I only have the one neck.” As he said that, he cinched the tie around my wrists, then knotted it. He looked up at me and smiled as he said, “Okay, try to escape.” I tugged lightly on my bindings, and he rolled his eyes. “Try harder. You don’t want it to come apart mid-fuck, do you?”
At that, I really tried to bust out of my bindings. They held firm, and I shot him a big smile. “Well done.”
“So, I thought maybe this was a good middle-ground, tying you up, but not tying you down. This way, you’re still bound, but you aren’t helpless. I thought that might help you ease back into it.”
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Alright,” he said, scooping me up in his arms. “Time for your punishment. Which is a bad word for it, since you’re obviously looking forward to it.” At that, he tossed me into the air a few inches, flipping me over so I was now face-down, and laid me across his lap.
“Mmmm,” I murmured, rubbing my cock against his thigh, my arms stretched up over my head. I’d been rock hard ever since he began wrapping the tie around my wrists, and so was he. Right now, his big, thick erection was pressed snugly against my hip, and I made sure to rub against it as I gyrated on his lap.
He reached for the lube and parted my legs as he said, “I’m going to prep you as I spank you. I have a feeling neither of us is going to be able to hold out for long after this.” He popped the top with his thumb, then drizzled a cool stream between my cheeks.
When he slid a finger into me and began working my hole, I moaned with pleasure and said, “You’re right about that.”
He kept fingering me deeply as he brought his other hand down on my ass. I moaned again, bucking harder against his lap, and he chuckled and said, “Oh yeah. Definitely not punishment.” He slapped my ass again, and it elicited the same response. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured, then began spanking me rapidly.
Brian established the perfect rhythm, each slap accompanied with a thrust into me, now with two fingers. It was so intense, the pleasure/pain such a rush, that it cleared everything from my mind, leaving only pure, primal lust. Finally, Brian swung me upright so that I was straddling his lap, and sat me on his cock. I threw my bound hands around his neck, moaning as I took him to his balls.
He grabbed my ass with both hands, bouncing me up and down on his shaft while thrusting up into me. “Oh fuck,” he ground out, throwing his head back, eyes shut as he took me forcefully. We were both so turned on that it only lasted a few minutes. I came first, shooting all over his chest and stomach, and then he came inside me, filling me, claiming me yet again as he yelled incoherently.
Brian tipped us over onto my back, still inside me, holding me tightly as we both shook and gasped for breath. He was propped up slightly on his knees and elbows, being careful not to crush me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he bent down and kissed me, deeply, lovingly.
As he looked into my eyes and smiled at me, I said with a grin, “That was amazing.”
“I have to agree with you there.”
“So, first time having sex with a guy. What’s the verdict?”
“I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
My grin got even wider. “You’re not done?”
“Oh, hell no. Just taking a short breather.” He looked happier than I’d ever seen him, and I pointed that out to him. “Well, of course I’m happy,” he said. “I’m currently inside the man I love. That’s the best place to be in the entire world.”
I craned my neck and kissed him, then said, “I love you so much, Brian.”
“I love you too, Hunter.” His lips met mine again, and he kissed me passionately. After a couple minutes, he began moving in me again, thrusting slowly. His erection had barely diminished after he’d cum in me, and when he resumed fucking me, I felt it swell and grow, filling me.
The first go-round had been quick, almost frantic, driven by lust. This time was different. Brian took his time, thrusting deep into me, holding my gaze. I smiled up at him and stroked the back of his head with my bound hands. He reached up and brushed my hair back from my face, then caressed my cheek tenderly. When he traced my lower lip, I caught his finger between my lips and sucked on it for a moment, before finally letting go and kissing him again.
Brian wrapped his arms around my shoulders as his thrusts became more forceful, gearing up slowly, the intensity building and building until he was pistoning in and out of me, his body slapping against mine. He reached between us and took hold of my cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts. I really didn’t know if I had a third orgasm in me, but he built me back up, took me right to the brink, and held me there for several minutes as he fucked me.
Moments before he came in me again, he began working my cock rapidly, insistently. And when he cried out and began shooting in me, I came too, my cries mingling with his, filling the quiet apartment. “Oh God Brian,” I ground out as my orgasm peaked, my entire body shaking.
He eased out of me carefully when we’d both finished, then rolled onto his side, holding me to him, his heartbeat thudding against my chest. It took a while to catch our breath, and as we lay there panting, I threw my head back and laughed. It was probably a weird reaction, but I was just so happy in that moment.
He smiled at me and said, “So, did you enjoy that?”
“Are you kidding? That was epic. I can’t even believe you pulled that off, cumming in me twice! Do you know how rare that is?”
“Well, you only get one first time. I figured I should make it count.” He had a huge, satisfied grin on his face, his eyelids partially lowered.
“You’re a pretty amazing guy, Brian Nolan,” I told him.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Hunter Jacobs.” He leaned in and kissed me lightly, but soon deepened the kiss, and I parted my lips for him. This went on for a long time, his big hands splayed out on my back, holding me to him, warmth and contentment flooding me.
Finally, he rested his forehead against mine and let his eyes slide shut. “I’m yours,” I whispered, and that made him smile.
“And I’m yours, Hunter.”
“I have an idea,” I whispered. “Let’s stay like this forever.”
“Absolutely. We’re both right where we belong.”
I’d never felt so certain of anything in my entire life.
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