Page 110 of Secrets and Lies
Using the tension locks, I loosen the loops, then slide them over his hands and tighten them around his wrists.
He’s wearing a thin white t-shirt that clings to him in all the right places, and the contrast of the dark straps against his pale skin is so hot I have to pull in a breath so I don’t give in and just throw him on the bed so I can finally fuck him.
Instead I grip his bound wrists and pull him to his feet.
He lets out a startled cry at the sudden move, and I spin him around so I can grip his waist. He wobbles on his feet, but I just toss him onto the bed.
“What the fuck?” he splutters as he lands on his stomach.
I’m already descending on him before he’s even finished bouncing, and I press him into the mattress with my body weight.
His little gasp of surprise and the way he goes pliant under me is almost my undoing, and I let out a feral growl as I grind my dick against his ass.
He makes a sound that could mean anything and seems to sink even deeper into the mattress.
Using one hand, I yank the back of his sweats down and fit my cock between his plump cheeks. “You want this?” I ask, my voice thick and hoarse with arousal.
He moans and rocks his hips so my cock slides through his crease.
“Tell me,” I practically snarl. “I want to hear it.”
“Please,” he says on a whimper.
Everything dims, and the world goes hazy around the edges as I rip West’s sweats and underwear down until they’re around his thighs, then I pull up my mask as I lie between his spread legs and pin him to the bed with my bulk.
He’s already moaning up a storm for me as I split him open with my hands, and those moans turn into low, needy cries when I drag my tongue over his hole.
My plan was to take my time teasing him, but I’m way too close for that, and by the way West is pushing back against my tongue and crying out, he’s not exactly hating life right now.
“Oh god, oh god, yes, please, fuck, more oh god.” The steady stream of his strangled words spurs me on, and I’m nearly feral as I eat him out.
One of West’s hottest qualities is how he never hides his reactions, and he fully gives into the moment, and more importantly, he fully gives in to me.
“Stop, stop!” he cries and tries to twist out of my grip. “I’m gonna come.”
The urge to keep going to see if I can actually make him come with just my tongue is tempting, but I’ll save that for when I’m not so wild with need.
Reluctantly, I pull away from him, and he collapses on the bed with a relieved sigh, his cheek pressed into the mattress as he lies in a boneless heap.
Getting up on my knees, I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and toss it on the bed so it’s out of the way. Then I dig out the packet of lube I put in there and lift it to my mouth so I can tear the plastic wrapper open.
West doesn’t move as I spread some of the lube onto my fingers, but he pops his hips up when I stroke them over his hole, so I know he’s still with me.
He moans and spreads his legs the best he can with his sweats still trapped around his thighs as I carefully work my finger inside him, He’s just as eager as I am as I prep him with one, then two fingers, and I have to kneel on the material of his pants to pin him to the bed and keep him from pushing back against my hand when I add a third finger to the mix.
I might not have the stamina to take my time teasing and edging him right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let him take over or think he’s in charge. He’ll come when I’m ready to let him come, and not a moment before.
“Spread those legs for me.” My voice is a harsh rasp as I sit back on my heels and dig a condom out of my hoodie pocket. “Show me how much you want my cock.”
He spreads his legs so wide the waistband of his sweats cuts into his thighs, creating a deep divot, and arches his back the best he can with me still pinning his legs down.
Tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth, I swipe up the lube packet I tossed on the bed earlier, and I’m so eager for him that I fumble a few times as I roll the latex down my shaft and spread the rest of the lube over it.
That definitely isn’t typical for me. I usually have no trouble keeping tight control over myself, but then again, I’ve never been with someone like West before, and I pull in a deep breath so I don’t lose it before I’ve even gotten inside him.
Leaning over him, I plant one hand on the bed and hold my dick with the other so I can guide my cock to his waiting hole.
He moans when I bump my tip against his entrance a few times, pushing just hard enough to breach him but not hard enough to dip inside him at all.
