Page 63 of Tumbling Hearts

I know I’ll become addicted if we keep it up.

Gene eases in another finger, curling them upward, hitting Ray’s sweet spot. It sends a shock of pleasure racing up Ray’s spine, and he moans. “Gene…”

“You like that?” he says in such a sensual tone.

“More than like—I fucking love it.”

Gene grins, curling his fingers again. Goddamn. “I love doing this to you, pretty baby.”

Now that’s a nickname that makes Ray’s cock twitch again. He rolls his hips, making Gene’s fingers plunge even deeper.

He adds a third finger—the large stretch stinging a bit. Man, it really has been much too long since last time. But Gene is slow enough, taking care of Ray, making sure that each touch has a purpose. With another curl of his fingers, it sends waves of pleasure, easing up any pain he feels and replacing it with bliss.

“I have an idea,” Gene says. He looks so beautiful, his cheeks all red, flushed from both alcohol and desire. “Let’s switch things up a bit. How about… you sit on my lap.”

Ray’s face flushes hotter. “Oh… I like the sound of that. But… my wrists are still…?”

Gene grins. “That makes it even better. Here, I’ll show you what I mean.”

He removes his fingers, Ray instantly mourning the loss. But not for long, as Gene shuffles around him, sitting next to him on the bed, his back against the headboard. He reaches over, grabbing Ray’s torso, manhandling him once again to have him straddle Gene’s lap. They lock into place as Gene guides Ray’s joined wrists to rest behind Gene’s head, holding him like an embrace.

“There, just like that,” Gene says, petting Ray’s sides. “We’ve never done it like this before.”

“No… but I like this.” Ray leans forward, a little awkward with how his hands are tied behind Gene’s neck, and he gives him a kiss.

“Same for me. Here, sit up a little…”

“Alright.”

Gene grabs Ray’s ass with one hand and his own cock in the other, lining it up with Ray’s hole as he rises. The head makes contact, pushing against him—then sliding in as Ray starts to sit down. Oh, is the stretch ever so electrifying.

As he lowers himself further, accepting Gene’s hefty cock, the fullness of it consumes him. Not just that—the friction of Ray’s own cock rubbing against Gene’s hairy abdomen, bodies pressed so close, delivers even more ripples of pleasure. Sitting on his best friend like this is better than anything he could ever imagine. Especially when he’s literally tied here, barely able to move his hands. Gene holds onto him tightly, now grabbing both his ass cheeks, keeping him in place.

“Ray, ah…” Gene moans, digging his fingernails into Ray’s ass. The light pain combined with the pressure within him is thrilling beyond comparison.

“It’s… ah, it feels deeper like this.”

“Yeah.” Gene breathes into the crook of Ray’s neck. “So good.”

“Mhmm. So good…”

Ray uses his tied wrists as leverage to help him move, rising up, then sinking back down onto Gene’s cock. He does it a few more times, over and over, Gene’s hands guiding his body. Each time the head hits that special spot within him, sparks zap his core.

He’s been wanting Gene again so, so fucking badly. And now he’s finally here, alone with him, on a bed too, no less. Carol can wait. She doesn’t need to know what he’s doing or why he’s going to be late. No, all that matters is being right here with Gene.

“Ray baby, I… I have to ask,” Gene says between breaths. “Have any of your girls tied you up before?”

His cheeks come to a boil. He almost doesn’t want to answer, but figures he should anyway, for transparency. “Um… yeah. One time.”

Gene growls—he literally growls—digging his nails even deeper into Ray’s skin. Fuck, that might leave a mark. “Really?” Gene says, teeth briefly grazing against Ray’s collarbone. “Who was it?”

“It was… uh, about a year ago. With Carol.”

Gene grips hard again, thrusting up from the bed—knocking the wind out of Ray.

“That better be the only fucking time,” Gene hisses. “I want this to be something only for me. I don’t care who else you’re with—only I can tie you up.”

Flutter after flutter travels throughout Ray’s body, from head to toe, as Gene thrusts upwards into him again. Gene’s jealousy is on full display—probably exacerbated by the alcohol in his system—but Ray leans into it. Those words delight him ever so. “Only you, Gene.”