Page 45 of Storm Bound
The belt I was wearing was black and kept my equally black stoma bag in place. I’d actually grown to like how it looked on my body, but I couldn’t say the same about other men.
“Is that what you were scared to show me? You’ve got a stoma?” he asked, but I couldn’t even look at him anymore. I just waited for the reaction. “Charlie, you have nothing to worry about. You are perfect just the way you are, and if there’s anyone who’s ever told you otherwise, they were a piece of shit who weren’t worthy to be with you.”
I felt my jaw loosen, but before it dropped and I looked like more of an idiot, I turned to him. His eyes burned me with their intensity, and his smile? God, was his smile a little bit of sunshine illuminating all the way to my heart.
“Come here,” he said and opened his hands, inviting me in.
I lowered my body to his, and he hugged me tight.
“You’re the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen, and you are the sweetest dom I’ve ever been with. You have nothing to worry about with me. I want one hundred percent of you,” he said, and I almost cried, but I held it all in.
This wasn’t a reason, or a time, to cry. I wish I’d had more faith in him, but when you’ve been put down more times than you could count, even by people who seemed to be perfect for you, you started to lose hope in others.
“Thank you,” I whispered into his chest, and his arms came off me.
I raised my head, and he smiled again, leaning closer to kiss me. I locked my lips with his, and he tasted even sweeter if that was even possible.
“Now, take off your shirt and fuck me, Master. Please,” he said when I pulled away, and I nodded.
I sat up again and applied more lube on my cock. It hardened again the moment the cool substance touched my skin, and I rubbed it all over me.
I pushed back into Adam, and he moaned. His hands grasped the hem of my Henley and he lifted it over my arms, and once I was naked, too, I drilled into him.
“Yes, Master,” he cried. “Fuck me. Harder. Use me, Master. Use your little witch boy.”
Every word, every groan, every burning glare drove me closer to the edge. But I held on as long as I could.
I didn’t want this to be over yet. And neither did my boy.
I pushed and pulled at an insane speed, the sound of our skin colliding, filling the air around us. A clawing sensation reached from the pit of my stomach and threatened to spill, so I slowed down.
I looked at his body and decided to focus on finding his favorite pleasure points.
I trailed a finger up from his stomach to his chest and flicked one nipple. He twitched. I flicked it again, and he moaned. I played with it some more, then did the same with his other nipple until I was squeezing both between my fingers and they were red and raw. Then I let them go and dipped forward to lick them.
Adam shuddered with each wag of my tongue.
My dick jerked with each sound of pain and pleasure he made, and the clawing sensation had subsided, so I upped my speed again. But I kept on sucking on his nipples.
When I felt the need for release threaten me again, I turned further up and experimented with his neck. A bite here, a lick there, a suckling further down.
“Put your mark on me, Master,” he whimpered, so I obeyed my boy and suckled on his skin until it was sore. Then I flicked my tongue over his earlobe and nibbled at it. His hot breath brushing my own neck, and it sent shivers down to my balls.
While I kept busy with him, his hands gripped my butt and pressed me down to him as far as I could go.
“Oh, Master. Punish your witch boy,” he’d say at some points. Or, “Harder, Master. Harder.”
He kept talking, begging, directing, and I loved a good vocal sub.
And then…
“Give me your nut, Master. Put your load in me,” he cried, and I couldn’t not obey him.
I sped up my rhythm, focused my attention on the clawing sensation at the pit of my stomach, and reeled it forward until it burst out of me and spilled inside him.
Adam moaned louder and grabbed his semi-hard dick. He rubbed it and it quickly grew bigger and then he was grunting and groaning.
Before he spilled, I pulled out of him and put my lips around his slit, feeling the salty yet sweet release on my tongue.
