Page 21 of Not Safe For Work

“Good.” I nipped his earlobe, and then whispered, “Now come.”

Not even a second later, a full-body shudder rocked him, and he came, burying his head against the side of my neck and moaning as semen coated my hand and forearm.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. His hips were still jerking, his body trembling against mine. When I slowed my hand, he sighed against my shoulder. “Fuck…”

“You earned that,” I whispered. “I can already tell you’re going to be a perfect sub.”

Rick just whimpered.

I got up—fuck these knees—and cleaned off my arm. Then I moved behind him to undo the cuffs, and once he was free, I gently guided him to his feet. This time, it was his knee that cracked audibly. A second later, the other did.

“Fucking joints,” he muttered, and winced as he took a step.

“I know the feeling. You all right?”

He nodded. “I’m good.”

To be sure, I wrapped my arm around his waist, and together, we moved toward his bed, both of us sounding a lot older than we actually were. Snapping, cracking and popping all the way, we climbed into his bed and lay back on the pillows.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his face. “Holy shit.”

“You all right?”

“Oh yeah.” His eyelids slid open. “Haven’t felt this good in a long time.”

“Neither have I.” I kissed him gently. “And tomorrow night, I intend to make us feel even better. Especially since I want to bring you back to my place. I want you and all my toys in the same room.”

Rick gulped. “God, yes.”

I traced the contours of his abs, his skin hot and his heart pounding beneath my touch. “Only problem is, I don’t even know where to start. Tie you? Fuck you? Maybe flog you a little?”

He bit his lip and wriggled beneath my touch. “Anything.”

“Maybe you should come over early, then. So we have plenty of time.”

Rick nodded vigorously. “Whenever you want me there.”

How about now? Right fucking now?

“Tell you what.” I slid my hand downward, and as I ran a finger along his groin, making him gasp, I said, “At the end of tonight, we’ll decide when we’ll meet tomorrow. Because then I’ll know if either of us will still be able to walk.”

He met my gaze, eyes wide.

I stroked his balls lightly. “Did you think we were done tonight?”

“I was hoping we weren’t.”

“Oh. Don’t you worry. We’re not.”