Page 69 of Storm Bound
Charlie
My body shuddered and I tried to open my eyes, but the sleep in them made it hard. I looked beside me. Adam wasn’t there.
Just then, I felt the shudder again climbing all the way from my dick, which was hard as fuck. I often woke up with boners, but they didn’t make me feel weak and sensitive like that.
I used the back of my fingers to rub my eyes and looked at the big lump of the covers over me as another wave rolled out of me.
I lifted the comforter and found Adam working on my dick with slow, delicate movements.
He looked up and let me out of his mouth with a pop and smiled.
“Good morning, Master,” he said.
“Morning,” I replied and cleared the frog in my throat. “What are you doing?”
I yawned and stretched my hands. My dick pulsed in Adam’s hand.
“I know Master likes waking up to blowjobs,” he said.
I put a hand to his cheek and caressed the side of his face before grabbing his jaw and pulling him up to me.
His lips parted an inch, and I used the space to place my bottom lip between them and give him a chaste, but still passionate, kiss.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt you,” I told him when I pushed away and he smirked, returning to the job he’d started.
And boy did he know how to perform the job. His expert blowing skills were only superseded by his power bottom skills.
I loved watching him work on me, but I also loved treating him like a tool—Adam loved it, too—so I let the comforter down and grabbed my phone to check my social media and messages.
Nothing of interest as usual, although there was a video that grabbed my attention, but the more I watched, the harder Adam sucked, and I couldn’t ignore him anymore. I put my cell down and lifted the covers again.
“Is Master okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked with his puppy eyes that drove me over the edge more often than I cared to admit.
“Master is very pleased. But Master wants to use his witch boy’s hole now,” I said.
Adam climbed up to me and kissed my cheekbones, licked my lips and my neck before opening his drawer and pulling the lube out.
“I knew you’d say that, Master. That’s why you’ll be pleased to know your boy has prepped for you,” he said, and I bit my lip.
It was game on.
Adam squeezed some lube on his palm and rubbed it on my length. He sat on me, taking deep breaths as I felt his muscle tighten around my crown. My fingers curled around the sheets on either side of me. His heat was intoxicating as was the look of him rolling his eyes in pleasure.
“You like that, my boy? Huh? You like my dick in your tight hole?” I said.
Adam looked back at me and nodded as he started riding me.
“Yes, Master. Fuck my hole. Tear me open,” he whined in between moans.
I swallowed a knot on my throat, the need for release, and for him, growing with every pounce. How could you want someone more when you already had him? It didn’t make sense. I couldn’t make head nor tails of it, but I knew it with every ounce of my body, everything inside me, that I wanted him more.
Was this what love was, and why hadn’t I felt this before? I thought I’d been in love before, but maybe I’d just been fooling myself. Maybe Adam was the first time I ever felt the meaning of love.
I glanced at the open drawer and I had an idea, if he was up for it.
I put my hand in and grabbed the Wade dildo and held it in front of him.
“You want me to fuck you with this, too, my boy?”
