by Jayne Rylon
I forget how to speak when he continues his trek, mapping every inch of my torso with his fingers and mouth. As promised, he takes his sweet time, appreciates each ridge of muscle, and laves the divots between them on his meandering path to his next destination. When he traces the contour of the indentation that stretches from my hipbone toward the base of my cock, I moan out loud and shudder.
He’s so close to where I need him to be.
Instead of progressing, he lingers there. Tormenting me with swirls of his tongue and sweeps of his palms up my sides until I think I might come if his chin accidentally bumps my erection.
“Need a break?” he asks as one corner of his mouth curls upward. “How about I get rid of the rest of your clothes?”
“Can I see you, too?” I manage to make the request between shallow pants. “Please, you’ve already seen me naked.”
Kaden evaluates me carefully, reading my expression. Although I don’t elaborate, I think he understands how vulnerable Ronaldo left me. I love Kaden’s intrinsic authority. It’s even more special that he wields it in a way that empowers me too. How is he so good at comprehending my unspoken wishes? More than any guy I’ve ever gone to bed with, he responds as if he knows exactly how I’m feeling.
“Of course.” He smiles at me benevolently, running a knuckle across my swollen lips. I part them on instinct. When he dips his middle finger between them, I suck on it lightly, using only the hint of teeth to show him exactly what I’d do to his dick if he fed me that instead.
“Why am I not surprised you’re so damn good at that?” He withdraws with a sigh. “You’re going to tempt me to shoot down your throat, aren’t you?”
“I’d love to taste you.” That’s the truth. Cock-sucking is one of my favorite pastimes. There’s something soothing about it. Thrilling too when you can make someone deliriously happy, even if the rapture is short-lived. I’m pretty sure only another guy can truly understand the impact a great blowjob can have on a man. Then again, maybe I think that because I don’t have a clit or experience satisfying women to compare with.
Either way, I’d kill to have Kaden’s dick stuffing my mouth right now.
I want it so bad, I forget for a minute that my hands are strapped to his headboard and reach for him. My tie draws me up short, rattling the ironwork it’s attached to.
“Only when I’m ready.” He tsks then turns away. My ego hopes it’s because he needs a breather too. “Get those hands back where I put them.”
They fly to the headboard. This time I wrap my fingers around it to ensure they don’t stray. Let’s be honest, I’m going to slip up again. How can I think of anything but how enticing Kaden is, and how badly I want to touch him when he addles my brain, just like I hoped he would?
He takes a couple steps away from the bed. I whimper.
“It’s okay. I’m not going far,” he reassures me. “Thought I’d give you the show you asked for, since you’re being such a good boy.”
His hips sway from side to side, as if he’s dancing to music only he can hear.
If those liquid rolls are any indication of how smoothly he fucks, I might start begging to fast forward to that portion of tonight’s entertainment at any second. I’m mesmerized by the pale skin he reveals as he walks the cotton of his shirt up his rippling abdomen. It makes the perfect canvas for the ink that starts to peek beneath his hem. He wears drawings that migrate across his chest and down his arms.
I’d like to trace every single line with my tongue.
He’s a living, breathing work of art.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, though the flash of his grin makes me sure my admiration is obvious. “That tent in your pants is getting even bigger, Rogan. Are you imagining what it will feel like when I’m lying on top of you, our bare skin touching?”
I hadn’t gone there yet, but now I can’t dream of anything else.
Except maybe what I might feel shortly after that—the nudge of his cock parting my cheeks.
“Gah!” I drop my head back and stare at the ceiling for a moment, swallowing hard. I can’t catch my breath. How is he doing this to me without even touching me? I’d give him an entire division of my company if he’d climb on top of me and grind some more right now.
“Eyes on me. Now!”
How can I look away when he’s sliding his belt free of his jeans? With one hand, he snaps it in my direction. The resounding clap of leather startles me. If that’s how he likes to play, I’m game. I roll to one side, exposing as much of my flank as possible with my arms immobile.
“Not tonight.” He shakes his head. “You’ve suffered enough lately.”
“You’re torturing me right now, you know.”
“Trying to change my mind about a spanking with that sass?” He pauses.
I wish I could take back the challenge that flew, unbidden, from my lips. I shake my head. “Whatever you like is fine. Just…please…don’t stop.”
“You want me to get rid of these?” He’s back to teasing, tucking his thumbs beneath his waistband and wiggling it lower and lower. The trail of trimmed hair beneath his navel grows darker as he risks exposing himself to me.
“Yes.” I can’t manage to say more than that.
Not when he’s flashing the barest bit of his cock to me, enough to make it obvious he’s not wearing underwear. Shit, I sat on this bed, ate dinner, and got half-drunk with him. The whole time the only thing that separated my face from his dick was a thin layer of denim.
Kaden’s drawing this out, rubbing his chest with one hand while the other snakes into his pants. He’s touching himself. Pleasing himself as he watches me squirm, tied to his bed.
I can hardly remember not to move in sync with him when his jeans start sliding off his tight ass. He lets them drop. Though he attempts to shield himself from me with his hand, it isn’t big enough to block all of the good stuff.
Damn.
He steps out of his discarded clothes then turns, letting me get a good look at his cut shoulders and svelte back, which tapers to a narrow waist before flaring at the curve of his bubble butt. When he looks over his shoulder, I’m sure he doesn’t need me to tell him how fucking cute he is. Even his ass has dimples, damn him.
Impish, yet domineering. It’s a rare and potent combination.
Maybe someday I’ll get to dance with him. I can imagine a club on a hot summer night filled with the pounding bass of house music. I’d undulate against him. Sweat and the crush of other horny guys would only add to my excitement. And when I left with him, every man in the place would wish they were me.
“Payback is a bitch, Rogan.” He laughs softly as he approaches. “Imagine how hard I was for hours on Saturday. Looking at your fine self on display. Should I make you wait that long before I touch you some more?”
“Fuck no!” I growl before catching myself. “I mean…please, don’t.”
It isn’t usually this hard to keep myself in check. Kaden brings out things in me I’ve never experienced before. My desire is like a fever, burning through me and setting me on fire from the inside out.
“That’s better.” He comes close enough to run his hand over my head, petting me for remembering my place before checking the circulation in my wrists. Standing at the edge of the bed, he puts pressure on my crown until I’m forced to stare at his crotch. One finger at a time, he reveals himself to me.
When you’ve seen one dick you’ve mostly seen them all with a few variables—length, girth, color, hair, whatever. Somehow his seems like something legendary to me. Probably because it has the ability to fuck me into what I already can sense will be a lifetime top-ten orgasm. Long and not-too-thick, curved downward a bit at the tip, he’s going to feel amazing inside me.
The perfect instrument for bringing me pleasure.
I open my mouth and strain my neck toward his groin.
“Soon.” He steps backward, making my mouth miss its target.
It’s hard to be too sad about that when I realize
he’s heading for my own pants, the last of our remaining clothing. His stiff cock bobs between his legs as he moves, making me sure that he’s anticipating this moment as much as I am. However, he still takes his damn time.
The man has nerves of steel and more self-control than a Buddhist monk.
He hops onto the bed beside my knees, sitting on his heels so he can drag his palms down my chest and abs repeatedly. I lose track of how long he strokes me, savoring each pass of his fingers. He entrances me, so I’m startled when he finally makes his move.
Kaden unzips my pants fast enough to make me nervous, the metal teeth making a zhhip that cuts through my nebulous thoughts. I lift my head in time to watch him strip me with one efficient yank. My pants and underwear hit the plank floor together, instantly forgotten.
My cock is so stiff it springs onto my abdomen as soon as the downward pressure from my restrictive clothing is relieved. It looks flushed. Veins I didn’t even know I had form a distinct web around my shaft. A thin line of glossy precome stretches from the head of my dick to my abdomen, where arousal begins to pool.
“I hate your douchebag ex for making me waste that.” Kaden glowers at the proof of my excitement for a moment before reaching over to the nightstand drawer and rummaging around. He fishes out a jumbo box of condoms.
The spark of envy and resentment for the other men he’s used them on, and will use them on after this fling has run its course, catches me off guard. We just met. I’m not delusional. This is nothing more than a painkiller. Convenient timing. A rebound fuck.
So why do I care?
I shouldn’t.
But I do. Damn it.
10
Rogan
The instant Kaden rings the base of my cock with the fingers of one hand and sets a condom on the tip of it with the other, I cease to have enough brain cells to keep wondering about anything except how his hands can feel so good on my shaft when all they’re doing is sheathing it in latex.
As soon as he finishes, he repeats the process on himself. The moment he’s protected himself from me, I relax.
I never thought Ronaldo could make me feel this dirty.
“Hey. I don’t want you thinking about him. Only me. We’re the only two people in this bed tonight.” Kaden grimaces. Could he be coaching himself as well? I’ll have to ask him some other time when I can be appropriately empathetic.
As if to prove his point, Kaden moves so he’s above me again. He straddles my hips, balancing on his knees and one locked arm while he reaches between us to align our cocks.
When our shafts touch and his balls rest on mine, I swear I nearly lose it.
Kaden fists our dicks and pumps them in unison a few times. His thumb rubs the head of my dick on its way past. All I can do is stare up at him, completely undone. The way he toys with me is new and fresh compared to the rough quickies that have made up most of my sexual experience.
Don’t get me wrong. I love that, too. Being forced to my knees so a man can fuck my mouth, then leave me unsatisfied to show I exist only to please him. Or bent over the desk of my home office and plowed until my partner finds release in my body.
But this...
I could get used to this.
A moan breaks loose from my chest. Kaden is there, swallowing it down before he fuses our mouths once more. I missed his kisses. I’d already forgotten how good they were. Or maybe it’s just hard to believe I’m not exaggerating their potency in my own mind.
Nope.
He’s amazing, manipulating my tongue and lips until I’m breathless as he stares deep into my eyes. He doesn’t hide from anything. Completely open, he sips from my mouth.
My balls draw up tight to my torso as his chest brushes mine. I love the heat and pressure of his contact. Face-to-face from head to toe. A little too much—I’m on the edge.
“Kaden!” I shout in warning.
Except instead of embarrassing myself by shooting into my condom without permission, I’m left hanging when he flies off me, leaving me cold and exposed without the security blanket of his warm body covering me.
“Oh no.” He’s standing at the edge of the bed now, staring down at me. “You’re too sexy when you’re blissed out on lust for me to let you go so soon.”
Why is he obsessed with making the most of this encounter?
I hate him for it. And I love him for it.
My balls ache from the unrelieved pressure. But I get to keep riding this high for a while longer. It’s a fair trade, I suppose.
Kaden draws my attention to him by tapping his cock on my cheek. The resulting slapping sound is salacious and does nothing to tone down my arousal.
“You ready to show me what you can do with that mouth?”
I lick my lips and nod.
“Open up, Rogan.” He uses a thumb on my jaw to make enough room for his shaft.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I practically devour him, lunging upward as far as my restraints will allow. His length impresses me as I measure it with my tongue. In fact, he’s even bigger than I thought. I choke as my motion rams the head of his dick into the back of my mouth.
“Easy.” He withdraws a bit and brushes his thumb over my cheek until my eyes stop watering. Then he’s there, like he promised, advancing again. Absolutely not taking it easy on me.
Thank you.
I show my gratitude by treating him to the best blowjob I’m capable of delivering. It chills me out to work him over with long sucks and bobs of my head. Finding my rhythm, that’s all that I have room to think about. Keeping it up, not missing a stride, so I please him best. After a while, my jaw has developed a pleasant soreness. I hum when he begins to thrust with involuntary twitches of his hips that prove he’s not immune to the flickering of my tongue on the underside of his shaft or the suction I apply to his tip.
Right when I think he might let me finish him off in my mouth after all, he steals my fun. He withdraws his cock and stumbles two steps backward. Bracing his palms on his knees, he draws in several billowing breaths. I can’t believe he lasted that long or that he was able to stop.
Ronaldo definitely had never been able to resist.
Before I can wonder if I’m maybe not quite the oral virtuoso I suspected, Kaden lifts his face. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed. “Goddamn, Rogan. I think you missed your calling. Forget businesses. You could take over the world one dick at a time with a mouth like that. I kept hanging on because I couldn’t stand for it to stop. You’re easily the best cocksucker I’ve ever met.”
“Thanks.” I smile as he closes the gap between us, slamming his mouth over mine. This is no gentle foreplay. This is what I’ve been waiting for.
Kaden is taking things to the next level. All I can do it lie here, tied to his bed, and take it.
Yes.
I honestly expect him to yank the knot free from my bindings, flip me over, and sink inside me in the next few seconds. But he doesn’t.
“How are those wrists?” he checks as he slides his fingers beneath my soft tie.
“Fine.”
“You’re sure? You can still feel your fingers?” He takes one in his mouth and makes me wish I had enough stamina to withstand some of that treatment between my legs. No way. They say it takes one to know one. Well, Kaden Finch is no rookie when it comes to fellatio.
Being with him is like going to one of the best restaurants in the world and knowing you only have enough room in your stomach for one entree, even if you loosen your belt to squeeze in dessert. I want to sample every flavor Kaden has to offer.
But if I have to pick one…
“I’m sure, Kaden. Please don’t untie me. I want you to fuck me like this.” My eyes are wide as I look up steeply at him. I don’t say it out loud, but what I really crave is to watch him take me. To see the genuine awe on his face as my body brings him pleasure.
I hope his thrusts smack my hands and this headboard against the rough wall so I can use that slight discomfort to guarantee I last
. Because what I want most of all is to come with him, and know that while my pride might be bruised right now, I’m still capable of finding my own joy in this sort of power exchange.
That Ronaldo hasn’t ruined that for me too.
Kaden watches me with something other than desire. Is it compassion, or something deeper, like understanding? I’m not sure. After a moment, he nods solemnly.
“You were meant for this, Rogan.” He rakes his fingers through my hair then uses the edge of the pillowcase to dab sweat from my brow. “He won’t steal this from you. At least not if I can help it.”
I’d like to do more to ease the melancholy I hear underlining his arousal, except I’m too overwhelmed at the moment to puzzle out the root cause of it. It must be the outrageous highs and lows of the past few days making tonight seem so much more momentous than a casual hookup.
When Kaden spreads my knees and situates himself between them, I don’t have the ability to focus on anything other than what’s about to happen. I must have drifted, lost in my anticipation, because I didn’t even see him retrieve the lube he’s now drizzling into his palm. He heats the liquid against his own skin before slathering a finger in it.
Then he drops his hand below my sac, hunting for the entrance to my body.
“Plant your feet flat on the mattress.” Whatever fleeting emotion had passed between us a minute ago, it’s gone, replaced with his obvious intentions. It probably makes me a jerk because I’m relieved. For being able to simply enjoy without worry.
I do as I’m told, leaving myself more exposed to his seeking prods. He dissolves the last of my logic and replaces it with brilliant sensations.
He finds my hole and circles it, transferring some of the slickness from his finger to the puckered muscle there. After he massages me enough to grant me a false sense of security, the ring relaxes.
Kaden takes advantage. He presses inward, breeching my ass.
For the first time in five years, someone other than Ronaldo is tunneling into me.