Page 36 of Hide and Seek
I lunge at him, and his cry of surprise makes me smile wider as I grab his wrists in one hand and throw the length of my belt over them. A rope or something thinner and more pliable would be easier to work with, but the thick leather doesn’t slow me down as I wrap it around his wrists and secure it with the buckle.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, his wide eyes fixed on his bound hands.
I lean in close and put my lips next to his ear. “Game over.”
His gasp is laced with both fear and desire. So is the squeal he lets out when I rip my pants open with one hand and slide the other through the thick strands of his hair.
His next gasp turns into a moan when I give his hair a firm yank and stand. He stares up at me, his lips parted and so damn inviting as I fish my dick out of my underwear.
His eyes widen as he stares at my cock. I’m hard and leaking for him, and he watches as a bead of precum slowly slides down my length.
I give his hair another yank and hold my dick by the base so I can angle it toward his mouth. He gasps again, then clamps his mouth closed, going so far as to fold his lips inward and bite down on them.
I let out a low chuckle. And here I was worried this would be too easy.
I pull his head toward my dick until my cockhead presses against his lips. The soft flush on his cheeks darkens, and I rub my tip over the seam of his mouth, painting it with my precum.
The flare of heat in those pretty green eyes is unmistakable, and so is the flash of defiance.
I chuckle again. He wants this, but he needs me to force it on him so he can give in without guilt.
Hell fucking yeah.
I let go of his hair and grip his chin with my thumb and forefinger. Another of those flashes lights his eyes, and I pull down hard on his chin. He fights me for a few beats, but his mouth falls open in a surprised gasp when I slap my dick against his cheek hard enough that a sting of pain radiates up my shaft.
Taking advantage of the opening, so to speak, I shove my dick into his mouth and rub the underside against his tongue.
He chokes and coughs around my length, and I bury my hand in his hair again to hold him in place.
Just because I can, I push my dick deeper into his mouth, then pull out completely as he coughs and splutters. His eyes are watering, and his cheeks are stained red, but he doesn’t tell me to stop or say no as he lifts his bound hands and gives my thigh a hard shove.
I laugh, then laugh again when he glares up at me and lifts his hands to presumably deliver another push. I stop that by shoving my dick back in his mouth and don’t stop until I bump against the back of his throat.
The sensation of his throat spasming around my cockhead as he chokes feels insanely good, but it’s nothing compared to the look in his eyes. He’s pissed and scared and turned on, and he has no idea what to do with any of it.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I angle his face up and start fucking his mouth. More of that scared defiance flares in his eyes, but he can’t hide how he seals his mouth around me and starts sucking without any prompting.
My lips twitch up in another smile as he hits my thigh a few times with his bound hands and gives me another shove. He’s still sucking my dick and tonguing my shaft, and the mix of submission and defiance sends a new rush of desire through me that turns my blood to liquid fire in my veins.
Sliding my hands to the back of his head, I yank him closer and sink down to my knees, dragging his head with me so he’s forced to bend at the waist and lean over until his torso is parallel to the ground.
This new position is great for me because I can hold his head with both hands and thrust up into his mouth as hard and as fast as I want. But it’s not so awesome for him since he has to use his bound hands to keep balanced and he doesn’t have the leverage to pull out of my grip.
The only thing I don’t like is that I can’t see his face, but looking down the length of his body and seeing what he’d look like spread out for me and taking my cock from behind makes up for it.
The gurgling noises he’s making around my shaft as I drive my dick into the warm, wet heat of his mouth are so damn hot, and it takes a second to recognize what they are. He’s moaning around me, but they’re coming out garbled because my dick is cutting off his air.
Everything about the moment is like something out of a fantasy I never knew I had. The rapidly dimming light as night falls around us, the eerie silence of the woods, and the gentle fall breeze moving over my exposed skin are hot in ways I never imagined they could be, and the constant reminders that we’reoutside, and even though we’re far from school, there’s a chance that someone could see us, ramps things up to the next level.
That intrigues me more than I thought it would. I like watching, but maybe I also like being watched? I tuck that thought away and focus on the moment and the fact that I have Myles at my mercy.
My balls draw up as heat pools low in my abdomen. I’m getting close, and as much as I don’t want this to end, I’m past the point of no return.
That’s surprising, but I run with it. I usually have to force myself to come when I’m with partners, which is why I don’t bother hooking up all that often. Sex is a chore, and it’s a lot of unnecessary work for not a lot of payout. Blow jobs are better because I can just close my eyes and picture whatever I want, but even they can get tedious because, in my experience, no one knows how to actually suck a dick, and they put more effort into trying to look cute and play coy than they do in trying to get me off.
That kind of sex is boring, and the only reason I even force myself to come is because it’s expected. And it stops the pouting and questions about why I didn’t like it, and expected reassurance that it’s not them, it’s me, if I stop them without nutting.
But with Myles, it’s different. There’s no pretending here. We’re just two fucked-up guys who are into some fucked-up shit getting off together.
