As in tonight.
I walk over to it and trail my fingers along it. It looks like it can be adjusted in nearly infinite combos to secure someone regardless of their size or body type.
“Normally,” he adds, “when it’s a regular play partner or fuck buddy, depending on who it is we might have a little begging ritual first. Tonight I want you to explore, ask questions, and feel safe.”
“How do I beg to get strapped down to this?” I ask, winning me another chuckle.
He walks over. “With or without clothes?”
I barely process I’m stripping because I’m so damned eager to get laid.
Or, whatever the hell you call this.
I call it a fucking great idea, but your mileage may vary.
He laughs as he watches me try to figure out how to get on it, and he grabs me by the waist—holy shit, he’s strong!—and lifts me onto it.
“Sorry, should’ve clarified that first,” he says. “Are you comfortable with me touching you?”
“I will be pissed off if you don’t touch me,” I shoot back over my shoulder. I’m on it facedown, but the last passenger must have been larger than me because nothing lines up with my limbs. Not in a comfortable way, at least.
He starts adjusting the frame, but he hasn’t made a move to strap me down yet. Meanwhile, my erection drips pre-cum all over the place and if I don’t get to bust a nut in short order, I’ll scream.
Not in a fun way of screaming, I mean.
Once he’s satisfied with how the frame is adjusted, I start wriggling around on it. “Straps?” I ask.
He walks around to my head and crouches so he can look me in the eyes. “Do you want me to keep my clothes on?”
“No, I want you fucking naked so I can suck your cock!”
He smiles and kisses me again. He’s still barefoot and I’m practically drooling watching him open the buttons along his fly and peeling the denim down his hips. He went commando and the sudden spicy, musky scent that slams into me nearly makes me come right there.
His T-shirt joins his jeans on the floor and he stands in front of me while I strain to get my hands and mouth around that huge hunk of meat bobbing so tantalizingly close. He’s hung, and my ass clenches in anticipation of hopefully feeling him plow me. Maybe it can’t happen tonight, but I will be begging him for it anyway.
I realize there’s a seat that’s part of the frame. He swings it into position, sits in it, and that puts him in the perfect position for me to finally, finally reach his goddamned cock and suck it down my throat.
We both moan. His hands come to rest on my head, his fingers lightly fisting my hair. “Jesus fuck that’s good, baby,” he groans.
He tastes even better than he smells. I briefly wonder if this is anything even remotely close to what a mate bond feels like. Then he reaches under me with one hand and starts rolling my left nipple between his fingers.
I want to slam my hips against the frame to fuck something, want traction on my cock, but a sexy chuckle rumbles through him. “Normally, I take tomorrow morning off because I tend to work on weekends so my guys can spend time with their families. Meaning we don’t have to be up early tomorrow because there’s plenty of coverage.”
Oh thank the Goddess, because if I have my way we’ll still be out here doing this come sunrise.
“I don’t know if I want to come in your mouth right now,” he gasps, “or pull out and hold off and wait until I have you stuffed with a butt plug and the milker on your cock so I can feel you scream around me when you come.”
“Both?” I mumble around his cock, which makes him roar with laughter.
“Both, hmm?”
I look up at him even as I go down on his shaft again and pray I get my wish.
He scratches my head. “Both is good,” he says.
I moan my assent and redouble my efforts.
“You gonna be my good boy and swallow?”
