“But…” he trailed off as I looped the chain through the headboard’s rail, and cuffed his other hand, so both of his wrists were pinned up behind him. “My range of motion…”
He looked so despondent, I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay.” I kissed him on the nose. “I’ll make it up to you.”
His expression was a strange mix of confused and disappointed as he watched me grab a condom. When I touched his cock, it twitched underneath my fingers, but he didn’t say anything as I rolled the rubber on. He remained silent as I slicked him up with lube, then straddled him. It was only when I reached behind myself, rubbing fingers against my entrance, when he tried to move, handcuffs jangling loudly.
“Archie.” His gaze dropped to the movement of my hands behind me, then back to my face again. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I was on top?”
He was cute when he tried to be considerate.
“That’s okay. I’ve had a lot of practice riding.”
He clenched his jaw. “I really think —”
“Hush,” I said, pressing a finger against his lips. With my other hand, I gripped his erection, and pushed it against my hole. Slowly, I lowered myself onto it, biting my lip. Taylor’s entire body had tensed, and he jangled the handcuffs some more
“Just need to get used to the stretch,” I said, taking a second to adjust before I bottomed out. I braced a hand against Taylor’s chest, sucking in deep breaths as my body relaxed around him. “Does it feel okay?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, face tight.
I pushed myself up and dropped onto his cock, and that, at least, forced a noise out of him. It was like muscle memory from all those nights I’d rode that dildo, and soon I increased my pace, bouncing on him, thighs starting to burn, but it didn’t matter, because fuck it felt good, feeling him slam into me, pressing against my prostate and sending shivers through my body.
“I’m good at this, aren’t I?” I asked, pushing hair away from my forehead.
Taylor didn’t say anything, but a dark flush had spread down his neck and across his chest.
I slowed down. “Tell me I’m good at this.” I thought of the last time we had sex, how he’d forced me to admit he was better than my dildo.
“Jesus fucking Christ Archie,” he said, shaking his cuffs as he tried to sit up and thrust his hips, fucking into me. I pressed my weight into him, pinning his pelvis to the mattress.
“Tell me I’m good at riding you,” I said, grazing a finger over his jaw.
“You’re good at riding me,” he replied mechanically.
I brought my finger up to his mouth, tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“You’re the best I’ve ever had,” he said, voice a mix between a snarl and a cry. “Uncuff me. Now.”
I pushed my thumb into his mouth and he let me. “Why should I do that?”
“Because I’d give it to you good.” His voice was muffled. “Just get me out of these fucking things.” He shoved his wrists so hard against the cuffs, I winced on his behalf.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I said as I took my thumb out of his mouth.
“I don’t care. Just free me. Please.” He tried and failed to raise his hips again. “You’re killing me. This isn’t a competition. It doesn’t matter who comes first, so why the hell are you doing this to me? Just — please — let — me — go.” His voice sounded weak, like he was about to break down in tears.
I smirked. “You’re so pathetic.”
Through his pained expression, he managed a glare. “You’re a sadist.”
“Maybe.” I ground against him.
“Let me go. Let mego.” Something changed in his face. “Please.Please. Please, please, please.”
“Let me think,” I said, tapping my chin. “No.” I pushed myself up and sank down onto his length, my eyes fluttering closed momentarily at the pressure and pleasure. “I like you like this, under me, at my mercy. You belong to me, after all. I’m allowed to do whatever I want with you.” I picked up my pace and it might’ve been my imagination, but I swore Taylor’s eyes looked shinier than usual, like tears were forming. “You’re so hot. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand anything about you. Your voice. Your height. Your fucking cooking. I can’t stand any of it.”
Taylor shook his head like he didn’t want to listen, his eyes squeezed shut.
“But you know what? I love you like this. I know you feel the same way. Say it. Say you love me like this.” I was babbling crazy stuff now, but I didn’t care. “Tell me you love me —”
