Page 113 of Secrets and Lies
He moans and tries to rock back on me, but between the grip I have on his arm and my hold on his ass, I easily keep him in place.
“I should make you stay like this as punishment for being so cheeky,” I add a little drawl to my usual sex voice. “Just keep you on my dick like this for as long as I want. No moving, no rocking. Just you warming my cock while you think about all the things I could be doing to you. What do you think of that?”
He glares at me, but it looks more petulant than pissed, and I chuckle.
“Or you could be a good boy and wait for your reward.” I tilt my hips up so my dick moves just the slightest bit inside him.
He groans and clenches around me, and the defiance that flashes in his eyes sends another shot of adrenaline through me.
“What do you say, West? Are you going to be good for me?”
He rolls his lips inward, like he’s physically stopping himself from saying whatever is on his mind, but that’s fine. I can outlast him.
We stay like that for what feels like a full minute, just staring at each other as he foolishly tries to wait me out. Finally, he lets out a disgruntled huff and averts his eyes.
“I’ll be good,” he grumbles.
“Good answer.” Letting go of his hip, I keep my hold on his bound arms and lift my knees so I can plant my feet on the mattress.
Now that I have proper leverage, I pin West against my body and thrust up into him, my pace hard and fast and completely unsustainable.
He ragdolls over me and presses his face into my neck. The little moans and other pleasure sounds coming from him create the most erotic soundtrack, and I find myself getting close again in no time at all.
The burn and fatigue from before are coming back, and I gradually slow my thrusts until I’m barely moving.
West tentatively moves his hips, like he’s testing to see if I’ll let him, then does it again and again when I don’t stop him.
Instead, I loosen my hold on his arms the slightest bit to give him the illusion of having more freedom, and he pushes back on me again, rocking his hips in tandem with mine so we’re moving together in slow, unhurried waves.
This new pace gives me a chance to get a grip on my control, and it also gives my tired muscles a break.
Feeling West on top of me like this, all boneless and almost drunk from pleasure, is as hot as when I have him spread out and screaming for me, and I don’t hate this gentler, softer side of things.
I have no idea how long we stay like that, just moving together while we ride the waves of pleasure, but eventually West’s moans turn into soft cries, and he starts moving faster over me.
I let him take what he needs for a bit, liking this more confident and assertive version of him, but that can only go on for so long.
As much as I’m enjoying the change of pace, this is my show, and while I’d love nothing more than to go all night with him, it’stime to make good on my earlier promise and make him come so hard he forgets his own name.
Tightening my grip on his bound arms, I wrap my other arm around his body and lock him against me. He gasps at the sudden move, then cries out when I hold him down and thrust up into him with everything I have.
The burn of fatigue comes back after only a few seconds, but I push past it and keep going, fueled by adrenaline and lust. I want to come, and it’ll probably happen without my permission soon enough if I try to keep this up for too long, but I need West’s orgasm more than I need air.
“Oh god, oh god!” he cries, his body tight and tense above mine as I fuck him with everything I have.
His walls tighten and clench around me, but I push through it and angle my hips, aiming for his prostate.
His cry tells me I found my mark, and I put as much power behind each thrust as I can and keep fucking him like both of our lives depend on it.
“Oh god, oh my fucking god,” he cries and presses his face into my neck. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
His inner walls clench and ripple as he comes, and I don’t even have a chance to inwardly gloat about making him come hands-free when my own orgasm rips out of me with the speed and strength of a freight train.
I’m barely aware of anything as I come so hard the world blinks in and out a few times, and the world explodes in a mosaic of pleasure and good feels as I empty my load into the condom.
Eventually the haze of my release dissipates, and I slowly blink my eyes open.
I’ve had some pretty intense orgasms in my life, but I’ve never almost blacked out like that. Things got a bit wonky a few nights ago when we fucked for the first time, but not even that can compare to what just happened.
