“Move, please.”
He did. I bit the side of my hand.
Chase laughed and leaned to my ear. “You need a gag.”
“Oh…fuck.” The very idea of this man tying me up made my dick jump between us.
At first he was slow, letting me stretch around him. But, it didn’t take long for me to get there, and we could both feel the moment my body agreed to this, agreed to let him shuttle his dick in and out of me.
So he did. Hard and fast, glancing off that spot inside that made me see stars every time.
I was going to pass out. I could see the flashes of light in my head, warning lights, that I was going to crash and pass out.
Wrapping his hand around me, wet with a little lube, he stroked me at the same pace his stroked in and out of my ass. His fist was tight, then loose, then tight—
“I’m coming,” I gasped as he tightened once more.
“Let me see it, baby,” he growled. “Let me see you come on your chest. Show me.”
The orgasm exploded from the tip of my cock, the tacky cum flying up onto my stomach, my chest, even my neck. The lights behind my eyes were like strobes, and my ears were ringing.
My hole clenched hard on Chase, and just as I looked up at him, he came. It was a glorious sight to see that pleasure rippling through him as he spilled his own seed in the condom. “Marcus!”
His forehead touched mine and we were panting in time with each other, letting the climax roll through me. It took a while before he opened his eyes and grinned at me.
“Holy hell,” he breathed.
“You ain’t kidding,” I answered, pulling him down onto me, ignoring the sticky mess between us.
“I like switching with you,” he murmured, licking a little of the cum from my neck.
“I could tell.”
Chuckling, he pulled himself up and slipped himself free of my body. Condom gone, lube back in the drawer, and both of us wiped clean from the climax, he crawled up next to me on the bed, and snuggled into my arms.
“Marcus?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Can we just get tested and ditch the condoms?”
“Shit yes,” I answered.
“Good,” he mumbled, drifting off. “Love you.”
“Love you right back.”
* * *
I reached downand scratched the ankle monitor. I had to remember to use an alcohol wipe under it later. I could shower with it, but it was fastened tight.
Sorcha gave me a side long glance and sighed.
“You okay?”
“Fuck no.” The words were out before I could stop them. Letting out a blast of frustrated breath, I sank a bit in the chair. “No. I’m not okay. Please, for the love of all that’s holy and unholy in the afterlife, tell me you believe me.”
“Believe you?”
