Page 60 of For Real

Afterwards I collapse over him, still inside, and lie there, spent and shivering, between his legs. He reaches down to undo the chains and then he folds himself round me, holding me tight in an embrace of skin and leather.

At last, I draw back, and watching my naked cock slide out of him is almost as thrilling as watching it push in. He grips me as if he doesn’t want to let me go, this warm, sticky drag like the pull of a mouth. I’ve left him shiny and open, and I can’t help slipping a finger in, wanting to feel myself inside him.

Which is probably odd of me, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Just gives this surprisingly sweet little moan as I fuck gently into the wet heat of him and me together. I look up, meet his eyes. I’m sure my expression is absolutely one hundred percent goofy, but I don’t care. Right then, the whole world is soft around the edges, and everything is okay. “You’re the first person I’ve…” I don’t know how to finish that sentence. But it doesn’t matter.

Laurie gives me this gorgeous smile. “I’m glad it was me.”

Eventually we clean up, get Laurie out of the cuffs because while they’re hot, enough’s enough, and then we’re back in each other’s arms. He’s still a bit teary, which makes me feel bad and not bad at all, and anxious, and aroused. Internally aroused anyway. Externally I’m totally out of it, and probably will be for, like, maybe a whole hour.

I reach out and touch the damp corners of his eyes. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, darling. Pure physical relief.”

“Okay, good. Because it’s really hot.”

He laughs, blinking moisture from his lashes. “You depraved little monster.”

“Yeah.” I wriggle in and kiss him, first on the mouth, then on his closing eyes, tasting salt. “Your depraved little monster.”

We’re silent a bit.

“And that was…that was okay, wasn’t it?” I ask.

I guess I’d know if it wasn’t. But better to check, right?

“It was… Well, ‘okay’ doesn’t begin to cover it.”

I can tell he isn’t in one of his talking moods this time. I don’t think he means to shut me out. But I guess it just takes him a bit of time to settle between being the man who’s giving me his body, and the man he is the rest of the time. Which is obviously kind of a problem for me because I want everything.

Everyone he can be.

And I need…I need him to know I can’t pretend any more. I can’t play this game. I’ve never been playing it. All of me is his.

So I press. “Uh, what does cover it?”

“I don’t know. Terrible, perhaps. Wonderful.”

See, that’s what I want to hear. It’s like still being inside him, still having him in chains, when he says stuff like that. “So you liked it, then?”

“Yes, yes, I liked it, Toby.” And now he sounds a bit impatient with me. Great.

But I’m not ready to give up yet. I push against him until he rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, not trying to turn him on or anything, but to try to get that closeness again. I lean down and kiss his chest, and he tastes awesomely of sex.

“Because I fucking loved it.” I kind of whoosh my hands all over him. Possessive as fuck. “It was amazing. I love it when you’re like that. I love having you at my mercy. I love what you let me do to you. I love watching you fall apart. And I love y—”

His hand comes up, and next thing I know, there’s a finger against my lips. “Shush.”

It’s not exactly a ball gag. I can talk round a finger. But I’m actually too fucking stunned.

He pulls me down again and tucks me up, arms around me, mouth pressed to the back of my neck. It’d be nice except…except for…

Shush.14

Seriously? Shush?

He kisses me super gently, all soft and wet and open-mouthed, just the way I like it. Right on that tingly spot that makes all these lovely shivers run up and down my spine.

“My beautiful boy,” he whispers. “Thank you.”

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