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I’d had him inside my mouth plenty of times before but there was something different about it happening while I was blindfolded. Maybe it was the fact that I literally couldn’t see what was going to happen next, if he was going to reach for my hair and pull me closer, if he was going to shift his fingers down toward my cock, too…

It was exciting. It was dizzying.

It was everything I hadn’t known I was missing.

A few moments later, and Nicholas’ was pulling his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to protest the motion, knowing that he was getting close, drops of his precome landing against my tongue only seconds ago. But before I had a chance to voice my opposition, Nicholas fully disappeared yet again.

And, for reasons I didn’t quite understand, I almost felt like crying.

I knew it was related to the nature of being blindfolded, the uncertainty that occurred every time Nicholas effectively went missing. And yet, the feeling still rolled inside me, a kind of neediness that I wasn’t quite used to.

“Playing hide and seek again?” I asked, before letting out a wistful sigh. “You know it’s not fair, right? How am I supposed to find you if I can’t see you?”

“You’re uncomfortable,” Nicholas said, somewhere in the darkness.

“Who said anything about being uncomfortable?”

“You always make jokes when you’re uncomfortable,” Nicholas replied. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, I just…” I stopped and started, trying to put the pieces together. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before. I feel so… reliant on you. It’s just weird.”

“It’s okay to feel reliant on me, Parker,” he said, his hands suddenly on my thighs, pushing them up toward my chest. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I told you. I like making you feel good.”

“I know, I just—Fuck!” I cried out at the feeling of Nicholas’ tongue now licking across my sensitive hole. “Oh, my God…”

Nicholas continued playing with my hole, his tongue swirling along its edges before diving right back in. I felt myself shamelessly grinding against his mouth, wanting his tongue to reach even deeper, wanting to give him even more access than he’d had before. A few more licks and Nicholas’ fingers were wrapped around my shaft, too, pumping my cock as he eagerly ate me out.

“I can’t… I can’t…” I helplessly whimpered, my cock aching in his grip. “If you keep going like that I’m going to come…”

“No, you’re not.”

“But I can’t hold on?—”

“Yes, you can,” he cut me off, his hand still sliding up and down my shaft. “You’re going to hold on for me, Parker. You’re not going to come until I say that you can come.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I whimpered again. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it,” Nicholas replied, before he brought his mouth back down to my hole.

I closed my eyes, then, even though I’d been surrounded by darkness. I needed to concentrate if I was going to be good for Nicholas, if I wasn’t going to end up spraying my come all over his unsuspecting face. It felt impossible, at first, to try and suppress all the pleasure coursing through my body, to try and ignore the majority of it even though my body wanted to cave in.

Eventually, though, I got the hang of it. Sort of.

It was kind of like trying to exist on a whole different plane, like I was splitting myself between two places all at once. My head felt like it was floating somewhere right above me, all my thoughts both reachable and completely untouchable, too. Soon, my whole body felt like it was floating, making its way down an invisible river, a warmth coming over my skin as familiar as the sun.

What was happening to me right now?

I’d never felt anything like it.

“Still with me?” Nicholas’ question was at my ear, his fingers gently trailing down my naked chest.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I don’t… really know where I am right now.”

“That can happen sometimes, when the body’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Or pain.” Nicholas softly kissed my cheek. “As long as you know you’re safe, here with me, that’s all that matters.”

It was the last thing Nicholas said before I felt him move away from me again, a few seconds later his hands back on my thighs. He spread them wide for him before I heard a rustling sound, something being softly torn open before its remaining plastic hitting the ground. After that, I felt the tip of his cock near my tight entrance, slowly pushing his way inside of me.

“Fuck…,” I groaned, just as he lowered his chest down toward mine, his lips pressing tightly against mine, too. My legs were now somewhere against his shoulders, giving him the exact kind of access that he needed to slam his cock into me, pounding into my hole harder with his every thrust. I felt myself slipping back into the place I’d gone before, the one where everything was warm and floating above me, every nerve ending I had overloaded with pleasure.

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