Page 109 of Secrets and Lies
I’m not huge, but I’m definitely bigger than average, and his throat tightens reflexively around my cockhead as he chokes and coughs around me, but he doesn’t make a move to pull off.
Biting back a groan from how good his spasming throat feels, I cup his cheeks and gently pull him off me. He lets me, then sits back with a disgruntled huff.
I drag my thumb over his bottom lip, spreading the mix of spit and precum over it. “You liked that?”
His tongue darts out and brushes against the pad of my thumb, and that simple touch sends a shockwave of pleasure through me.
“Such a good cocksucker.” I gently slide my thumb between his lips, and he instantly sucks it even deeper into his mouth as he curls his tongue around it. “And now you get your reward for being good.”
His eyes light up, and I pull my thumb out of his mouth.
“Are you ready for it?”
He nods eagerly.
Reaching up, I grip the bottom of my mask, but before I can even start to pull it up, he slams his eyes closed.
Chuckling, I pull the mask up so my mouth is exposed, then plant my hands on the bed beside him and press my lips to his in a soft kiss.
West’s moan is low and throaty, and he instantly tilts his head and opens for me as I slide my tongue against his and deepen the kiss.
I haven’t kissed many people in my life, and that’s entirely by choice. With the others, it was fine, and I enjoyed it enough to keep doing it, but with West, it’s completely different.
Kissing him is all-consuming and addictive, and it’s so much more than just a physical thing. I feel connected to him on a level I’ve never experienced, or even thought Icouldexperience, and each kiss just makes me want him even more.
And if the little sighs and bitten-off moans falling from his lips as I ravage his mouth with long, drugging kisses are any indication, West likes kissing me as much as I like kissing him.
Slowly, and almost reluctantly, I break the kiss and pull away. I could get lost in him, and that’s dangerous.
His brow furrows in confusion, but I just press my thumb against his lips to quiet him before he can speak. “Don’t move.”
He doesn’t exactly freeze, but he locks his body up, and I head over to his bedside table so I can shut off the light. His submission is hot as hell, but it’s how he doesn’t even hesitate to do what I say that’s so damn addictive.
When the light is off, I return to my position in front of him and pull my mask back down. Now the only light in the room is coming from his desk lamp, and it’s behind me. That means I can see his face, but he won’t be able to see mine now that I’m backlit.
“Open your eyes.”
He hesitates, but only for a moment, then he does as I said.
He blinks a few times, and his entire body relaxes as he lifts his eyes back up to mine and presumably sees that my mask is back down and my identity is still hidden from him.
Silently, I reach into my hoodie pocket and pull out the hand restraints I stashed in there before coming over.
They aren’t the pretty, sexy type that you’d get at a sex store or would find online, and that’s exactly why I got them.
The entire thing is made of a tightly woven material that’s similar to a seatbelt, and is essentially two loops that are held together by a short connecting piece to create something that looks a lot like a figure eight, only the loops have little tails on them, and are loosened and tightened using tension locks.
West’s eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in a little “O” of surprise as I hold it in front of him and let it dangle from one finger teasingly.
There’s fear in his gaze, but there’s also an undertone of excitement, and my dick, which is still out and saluting the room, bobs comically as my body tightens in anticipation.
“Put out your hands.”
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West swallows,his throat working enticingly, then slowly lifts his arms.
