Page 77 of The Reality of Wanting Him

A blush creeps over his skin again, but he just nods.

I take my time walking over to my dresser to grab a tie from the second drawer. I almost never wear these things, so might as well be resourceful. With the silk fabric in my hand, I walk back to Blake and his breath hitches as he watches with anticipation.

“You trust me?” I double check as I straddle his hips.

“Yes,” he breathes without hesitation.

I lean in, mouth brushing against his ear, and he squirms as my fully clothed body drapes over his naked one. “Then be a good boy and give me your hands.”

He shudders beneath me and obeys immediately. He lifts his wrists toward me and completely surrenders. Fuck, my own cock is fighting against the confines of my jeans, and part of me wants to rush through this, to finally feel him inside of me as quickly asI can. But I fight off that impatience. I want to take my time and enjoy this. I know how amazing it will be if we draw this out a little, if I really tease him.

I take one of his wrists, wrapping the silk around it, tying it to the headboard, and making sure it’s snug but not uncomfortable. He pulls at the tie, testing it, but it holds firm. “I’ll just start with the one wrist so you can tap my thigh if you need me to stop. I have other plans for your mouth.”

I move off the bed while he lays there, muscles flexed, veins bulging, and the head of his dick flushed red as I strip out of my clothes. His cock twitches as I move toward him, but I ignore it despite knowing how desperate he is for friction.

Instead, I move up his body, straddling his chest. He parts his lips immediately, jaw falling open for me, knowing exactly what I want. I grip his jaw, tilting his face up. “I’m gonna fuck your face,” I tell him, brushing my thumb over his lower lip.

He nods frantically, tongue darting out to wet his lips. I drag the head of my cock against them, smearing my precum. His tongue flicks out again, tasting me, and he moans. His eyes flutter shut like he’s savoring it, and fuck, if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Open,” I instruct, voice practically a growl with how turned on I am.

He obeys instantly, yet again, and I press forward, groaning as his mouth wraps around me. Warm, and wet, and perfect. I push deeper, feeling his throat relax until it contracts around me when I hit the back of it. I grip his beautiful blond hair and start to move, shallow thrusts at first to test his limits and let him adjust. But soon he’s moaning around me, and I lose any restraint I thought I had, thrusting deeper and faster, still making sure to pull back so he can breathe, but fucking into his mouth the way I know he wants me to.

His eyes flick up to mine, glassy and faraway, and I groanagain at how blissed out he looks. “You love this, don’t you?” I rasp.

He nods the best he can with his lips stretching around my cock, spit dripping down the corners of his mouth. He’s perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. Then suddenly, he’s tapping my thigh, and I immediately pull back.

“What is it?” I pant. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”

“Just need more, shift a little higher.” He smirks, and I do as requested. Before I know it, he’s dragging his tongue down my cock, over my balls, and lower—until he’sright there.I’m so grateful we both showered the day off before getting cozy tonight to watch the show.

I shudder, my entire body going boneless the second I feel the first flick of his tongue against my hole.

“Jesus fuck?—”

His free hand is gripping the wrist that’s still bound above his head, like he wishes they were both tied up, but I want him to be able to communicate if he needs to. Not using his hands only makes him work harder, and he presses his face closer, licking slow and deliberate, before circling the tight ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” My head drops forward, my hands moving to grip the headboard as I rock my hips, grinding against his mouth, letting him eat my ass the way he clearly wants to. His moans vibrate against my hole, and I can’t help the way my hips move of their own accord. I have to brace myself against the headboard to keep myself upright as I come apart on his tongue. It’s been so long since I’ve been on the receiving end of this, I’d almost forgotten just how amazing it feels. He’s opening me up in a way that has my cock absolutely aching for release.

“God, Blake,” I gasp. “You’re gonna make me come just like this.”

He moans in response, his tongue pushing in deeper, and Ican’t take it anymore. I need his cock. I force myself away from his tongue, quickly tying up his other wrist before reaching for the lube and a condom in the nightstand. I slick my fingers up before turning to straddle him facing the other direction. I want him to be able to watch, but not touch, as I replace the loss of his tongue with two fingers of my own. I work myself open quickly, eager to lower myself down onto his cock and give it the attention he’s craving.

I look over my shoulder, wanting to enjoy the image of how he’s tied up and completely at my mercy.Fuck,I love it. Love seeing him squirm, love the little whimpers that escape as his hips thrust up into nothing, seeking any sort of relief.

“You’re so desperate, baby,” I tease, working a third finger inside myself. His eyes are pleading, his body trembling with the effort to not touch. I smirk, teasing my fingers in and out of my hole, avoiding my prostate so that I can take my time. He’s a moaning, pleading mess as I torture him. “You want me to ride you, don’t you?”

“Please,” he begs. “Please, Liam, I need to be inside you.”

I chuckle, pulling my fingers from my hole, making a show of how wet and stretched I already am for him. His cock is leaking where it twitches against his stomach, and I can tell he’s barely holding on.

“Patience, B,” I soothe, reaching for the condom as I turn back around to face him. I tear it open with my teeth, shifting to roll it down over his straining erection and he jerks his hips up instinctively, but I pin him down with a firm hand on his stomach. “Toys don’t rush things. You take what I give you,” I remind him, slicking him up with lube, stroking just enough to drive him even more crazy.

“Fuck, babe—” His voice is needy, and his head slams back against the pillow, hands still bound above him.

And then, finally—finally—I position myself over him, lining up his cock against my entrance, and sink down.

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