Page 43 of Not Safe For Work

Chapter 11

Though I was the one who’d had an orgasm, Rick’s body had the consistency of a wet noodle as I unfastened his remaining cuffs. Not quite subspace—he was too hard and hadn’t been in actual pain—but he’d definitely done some flying, and he was still woozy even after I’d gotten my feet back under me.

After he’d had some water and his eyes were a little clearer, we headed upstairs to relax. He made it up the steps on his own power, though I kept an arm around his waist to be sure, and he pretty much melted onto the bed. I eased him down and pulled the covers up over both of us.

“I meant what I said downstairs,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“I didn’t do anything. I just laid there and took it.” He trailed unsteady fingers down my arm. “You, on the other hand…”

“Well, you couldn’t see what I was seeing.”

“I couldn’t see anything.”

I laughed and touched my forehead to his. “Smartass.”

He chuckled. I raised my chin and found his lips, and we kissed lazily. As he slid closer to me, his erection brushed my hip, and he jumped, breaking the kiss. “Sorry.”

“For what?” I reached between us. “For being turned on?”

“For—” He hissed sharply as I started stroking him. “I…”

I closed my fingers loosely around his cock. “I’m not going to blame you for getting turned on.” I slowly ran my hand up and down. “I’d be a hypocrite, wouldn’t I?” Leaning in, I added, “I’m always turned on around you.”

Before he could respond, I kissed him and tightened my grip just slightly. He moaned into my kiss and fucked into my fist, his whole body trembling as his hips and my hand moved together.

“I never did make you come,” I murmured. “Seems like I should do something about that. Especially since I didn’t make it easy for you. Did I?”

“N-no.” He pushed his cock into my hand. “Not at all.”

“But you held out anyway, so I think you deserve to be rewarded. Should I get you off, Rick?”

He licked his lips, nearly brushing mine in the process. “If…if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes, please.”

I kissed him again, full on, and whispered, “Since you asked so nicely, I will.”

“Thank you,” he breathed.

Lifting myself up, I added, “And you don’t have to hold back now. I want you to enjoy it, and when you’re ready to come, I want you to come.”

He closed his eyes and exhaled, and I wondered for a moment if he might come right then and there.

He didn’t, though, so I took the lube from the nightstand and poured some on my fingers. With my dry hand, I pulled the sheets back, and Rick was already parting his legs before I’d even moved myself into position.

“Oh God…” He closed his eyes.

I laughed. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“No, but you’re going to. I know you—”

I pressed my lubed fingers between his cheeks. “You know I’m what?”

He gulped, kneading the mattress. “You’re—”

Both fingers slid into him. “Answer me, Rick.”