Page 67 of Love & Other Drunken Mistakes
My arms tremble as I struggle to hold myself up. On the fifth thrust, he pushes the toy right up against my prostate. Pleasure shudders through me and my left arm gives out, sending me sprawling across the coffee table. The tip of my cock bobs against the cool tabletop, smearing it with precum.
Finally, Euan pulls the plug all the way out and sets it where I can see it. Traces of lube glisten along the edge. My hole clenches and twitches, protesting the sudden emptiness.
He doesn’t leave me empty for long. The egg slides in easily, followed by Euan’s thick fingers as he positions it inside. It stays inert, waiting for him to turn it on.
I think he’s done until he reaches into the bag.What is he—oh right, the cuffs.He pulls out only one pair and dangles it in my view, giving me a few seconds to register its existence, to tell him to stop or slow down.
All that comes out when I open my mouth is a short, impatient moan. I nod to make sure he gets the message.
Carefully, he grabs the arm that gave out and pulls it behind my back. Everything he does is slow and gentle. The cuff closes around my left wrist. The fur inside is so soft it feels more like an embrace than a binding.
My other hand is partially trapped under me, so I have to roll slightly onto my side to free it. As I do, my cheek presses into a puddle of drool on the table I hadn’t even realized I’d made. God, I must look like a fucking mess right now.
The second cuff closes over my right wrist, binding my arms behind my back. He’s laid one on top of the other, elbows bent, resting in the middle of my back.
Euan’s arm goes around my waist, and he lifts me up, repositioning us on the couch so I’m practically sitting on his lap. Then he grasps my jaw and turns me to face him. Embarrassment starts to overcome the arousal as I picture what he must see: bedhead, drool, red cheeks.
But Euan’s eyes are dark with desire and there’s only truth in his voice when he says, “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I can’t hold his gaze when he looks at me like that.Is that really how someone looks at a fuck buddy? No, it’s more like how someone looks at their … husband.
This is probably the worst time to be thinking about our ‘marriage.’ I want to forget about that tangled mess and enjoy the parts of Euan I’m allowed to. “You gonna turn the remote on or leave me unsatisfied?”
The challenge works and the remote turns on. The buzzing is subtle, just enough to feel it. Euan kisses me gently once before settling back against the couch, taking me with him. “Watch the movie,” he says.
I turn my head back toward the screen, but there’s no way I can focus on anything. His left hand has gone back to roaming over my skin, teasing without really touching, while the other clasps the egg’s remote.
Firm fingers pinch my nipple at the same time the vibration increases. I gasp and jerk in Euan’s hold, not sure if Iwant more or if I want to get away. The pinching eases, turning into gentle circles instead, but the buzzing remains the same, stirring up my insides.
My hips rock restlessly, my cock bobbing in the air, the only thing he hasn’t touched yet. I try to reach for it, but my hands are stuck. It takes me a second to remember the bindings. Head resting on Euan’s shoulder, I turn until my lips brush his beard. “Touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he murmurs, pinching again.
“Not there,” I complain. I tug on my arms, trying to grab his hand and bring it down to where I want him. The cuffs hold firm, leaving me at his mercy. Frustration and arousal combine until I’m wound so tight, I might come from this alone.
Then I remember that once I come, this little scene will end. We’ll go about the rest of our day like normal, and he won’t touch me again for hours.
Maybe he won’t touch me againever.Maybe he’ll have officially ‘gotten it out of his system’ and I’ll be left with these newly unlocked desires and no idea how to satisfy them.
I should treat this like it’s the last time, just in case. And if it is the last time, I don’t want to come alone. “I want to taste you.”
Euan leans down to kiss me, dipping his tongue between my lips. It’s not what I meant, but I accept the kiss anyway, caressing his tongue with my own. When he finally pulls away, I say more bluntly, “I want to suck your cock.”
His eyebrows arch in surprise and I realize that I’ve let him take the lead too often. I’ve enjoyed everything he’s done to me, but I want to touch him too. He brushes his thumb across my lips, and I part them, inviting him deeper. He places his thumb against my tongue, and I close my lips around him, licking and sucking the tip, teasing him with what I can do.
“Alright,” he rasps. “Let’s get you into position for it.”
He shoves the coffee table out of the way with his foot. The sudden movement startles me, and I look over just in time to watch the dildo roll off the edge and bounce off the floor. Then Euan grabs a throw pillow and tosses it on the ground, arranging it so it rests right in front of him.
Since my hands are still bound behind my back, I can’t do anything except watch him rearrange the living room. Once he’s satisfied, he carefully lowers me to the floor, making sure my knees are both on the pillow. He sits on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide so I fit between them.
Then he lowers his pants, and my eyes widen in shock. His hard cock is hidden beneath a layer of black lace. The panties he bought at the shop. I watched him dress this morning and he certainly wasn’t wearing them then.
Which means he put them on just for me.
I look up and find him gazing down at me with heavy lidded eyes.
“So, do you like them?” he asks.
