Page 72 of Promised Secret
After the babies were stuffed full of treats and had returned to their hideouts for their beauty sleep, I washed my hands with the new fancy soap Mom got us. It was some homemade honey soap she’d gotten at the farmer’s market yesterday withLao-ba. I had to admit Iliked how soft it made my hands, something I was sure Clay would love, too.
I checked the clock. It’d been an hour since I left to grab some groceries from the store, and we still had two hours before we were due for Sunday brunch. There was plenty of time.
Finally, I made my way to the bedroom. My cock plumped with each step with anticipation for what awaited me. I pushed our bedroom door open to find Clay waiting for me on our bed.
I was rock hard at the sight. Clay lying there spread eagle–style with each of his limbs tied to the four posters of our bed, butt plug in that glorious ass of his, and his hard cock pointing straight into the air as if greeting me. A pool of precum made a mess of the hair on his stomach.
Clay probably heard me coming in as he made a throaty noise. It was all he could really do with his mouth gagged and an eye mask covering his vision.
He was a feast all laid out for me, and I wasn’t one to deprive myself.
“You look so fucking perfect for me,” I said, taking a step closer to him. I undressed myself on the way and dropped pieces of clothing behind me. My movements were quick and efficient. I didn’t need to make a show of it, since it wasn’t like Clay could see me anyway.
Completely naked, I climbed onto the bed and knelt in the space between his legs. “How are you doing, baby?” I asked as I ran a hand up his leg. Themuffled noises amplified when I dragged my palm over his hip bone, completely ignoring his raging erection.
“Aren’t my hands soft? I used the soap your mom got us,” I said, tweaking his nipples. I was met with muffled cries, but I didn’t hold his lack of answer against him.
“I’m forgetting something, aren’t I?” I asked. I stretched over him, the action causing my hard cock to press against his. More delicious noises came from Clay’s throat. They turned absolutely feral when I switched on the vibration mode to his butt plug.
Clay jerked at the sudden sensation, but his bindings kept him from going far. I could feel another burst of sticky precum dribble from his cock. I pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” I whispered and took his earlobe into my mouth. “You can’t come until I say you can. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Clay’s body shook in reply, but he didn’t come. I smiled and dragged my lips down his cheek, to his neck, and down to his firm pecs. His muscles hadn’t diminished over the years. Quite the opposite, in fact. I loved rubbing my hands over the smooth, warm skin there. I loved the feeling of him being alive under me.
I played with his pecs for a minute and enjoyed the way he trembled under my touch. When I got my mouth on him, Clay jolted again. I ran my tongue over his smooth skin and licked him while he writhed below me, all the while neglecting his cock.
When I finally moved my mouth over his pelvis, his cock was red and angry, and looking like it could explode at any second. But I knew Clay would hold back for me. I swallowed his length and throaty noises sounded in the room.
After five years, I knew Clay’s body like it was my own. Which also meant I could stop my BJ before he could come. Clay thrust his hips in the air, trying to make contact again. I gently pressed them back onto the bed and nibbled on the soft skin of his inner thigh.
“You’re doing amazing, baby,” I told him, then sucked him back down my throat. His precum was thick, and I knew he was going to have an explosive orgasm when he came…whenIlethim come.
I repeated the process a couple more times, deep-throating him and stopping right before he could explode. I’d edged him so many times in the past, Clay knew I wasn’t going to stop until he was brought to his limit. He let me take full control of his body, and Ireveledin that trust.
When his balls were heavy and my own cock hard enough to poke through steel, I finally stopped my playing. His dick was coated with so much of my spit and his precum that I couldn’t tell it apart anymore.
I gave myself a stroke and took him in all spread out for me. I was so turned on that things would end quickly when I got inside him. But even lasting a minute would be better than my first time topping him. I’d been so fucking turned on that first time hepresented me his hole, I’d come before my tip could fully get inside of him.
It was so embarrassing at the time, but I could laugh about it now. I was ashamed to say my stamina as a top hadn’t improved much since then. Just the thought of being inside Clay—that he was completely mine—it drove me crazy with lust. I wanted to paint his insides the color of me.
Speaking of…
I spread his thighs as much as I could with him being tied up and kissed where his hole was being stretched by the butt plug. The base of this butt plug wasn’t much thinner than the girth at the tip, meaning he wouldn’t need more prepping. And after wearing the plug for the last hour, I knew he was ready for me to slide right into him.
I pulled out the obstacle blocking me from getting inside and almost came at how sexy his hole gaped before twitching back to its original size. Clay made more throaty noises above me while I was licking and sucking the place I was about to mess up.
He wanted the blindfold and gag off so that he could see me when we made love. I liked looking into those pretty green eyes when I slid home, too, so I gave in to his request.
“Dan,” was the first thing he said when he could speak again. The way he spoke my name was full of need and desire, and I wanted him to always speak my name like that. “I need to come. Please, please, please.”
“Yeah, baby. How could I say no to you?” I kissed those begging lips and lined myself up. “Come for me,” I murmured as I pushed myself inside of him.
Clay screamed my name just as I lodged myself deep inside of him. His hole squeezed me like a fucking vise and I knew I was done for, too. I took his mouth again, kissing him as I spilled my seed inside and claimed him as mine.
“Wanna hold you,” Clay murmured a few minutes later when we’d both calmed down enough to think clearly again. I grunted but didn’t move. I was plopped on top of him, too boneless to care that his cum was creating a sticky mess on our stomachs.
“Dan,” he said again, this time wiggling his chest so that I couldn’t get a second of peace on those comfortable pecs of his.
