Page 52 of Outside the Lines
Yes, he’d played before. Maybe not in awhat’s your safewordtype scene, but there were other ways to do kink. “Just checking. You need some kind of signal if things get too much?”
He rolled his eyes. “You’ll know, believe me.”
Well, that was that.
I gagged him first, slipping the end with the little cock between his lips and buckling the straps around his head so it was secure. His mouth and throat worked against the intrusion, but his breathing was fine—if a little fast. He shifted on the bed, his hips rocking ever so slightly. He might not like the gag, but it obviously turned him on. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked a few times. “Good?”
Simon moaned and gave me a look that was both ayesand anare you fucking kidding me? He thrust his dick into my hand, and I laughed. I let up on his cock—he’d come once already. The next time, I wanted to be buried to the hilt inside him, with his tears on those cheeks. Pain and pleasure.
I took each wrist and kissed his pulse points before buckling leather over them. Simon’s chest rose and fell, his grunts muffled by the gag and his limbs shaking under my touch. Once they were circled with leather, I pulled his arms up to the headboard, clipped the cuffs together, and used my sash to tie him down to the slats.
Simon moaned, and I stroked his throat. “I’m tempted to tie your ankles up there, too.”
I’d never seen his eyes go wider than at that moment. White around his pale blue irises. Could be fear, could be desire. Either way was fine with me. “I suppose we could see if you’re flexible enough.”
Simon whimpered as I wrapped the cuffs around his ankles. His moans were exquisite when I folded his legs up above his head. Yes, indeed, he was flexible enough and vibrating as I tied him down.
Such a lovely view, Simon trussed up and exposed for me. Eyes closed and mouth working against the dick I’d shoved into it. I savored every tremble and groan as he waited for whatever I wanted to do next. I ached to bury myself in him, take all that I could and bring him off harder than I’d managed before—and I was done with waiting. Some lube on my fingers opened him enough. I rolled a condom on my dick and slicked myself up, then knelt over Simon, the head of my cock pressed against his ass. “Want this?”
Don’t know how he managed it, but he rocked up and took me inside a fraction. My breath caught, and he seemed to smile around the gag, as if to saySimon says fuck me.
Two could play that game. I pulled back and slammed into him as far as I could. Hot, tight, and deep. Simon moaned and struggled and rolled his head back against the pillow. “My bed, my rules, Simon.”
His reply was the sexiest, deepest moan I’d ever heard in all my times fucking men. It pulsed through me and played over every part of my body. I drove forward over and over to hear that sound again. My hands gripped Simon’s shoulders and our bodies rammed together. The tears I wanted rolled from the corners of his eyes, but he met my strokes and my gaze. Both demanded more from me, so I gave Simon everything I had, taking him hard and fast. Making him moan and cry and tremble. All my breath. All my soul.
Unfair that I had only this night, but with how deep I’d fallen, I couldn’t go beyond that.
I wanted too much of Simon. Not only nights of passion, and the days of friendship. I wanted—needed love. A house. Cats. All of what healready hadwith someone else.
I wished to God I was jealous of Lydia, but Iwasn’t. They were twined in my mind. Losing Simon meant losing her too, and I choked at the thought. But what choice did I have?
Though I burned with desire, I ached with sadness. Pain and pleasure indeed.
Cuffed to my headboard, moaning around my gag, Simon thrust himself on my cock as I fucked him within an inch of his life. When my balls tightened and sparks threatened to blur my vision, I gripped Simon’s dick and jerked him off until he yelled around the intruding gag and pumped his jizz over my hand and his chest. That sight, his abandonment, and how he tightened around me stole the last of my vision. I rammed into his ass and spilled my balls until I’d emptied myself. I held myself there, deep inside him, desperate to remember every movement and breath and the glorious seconds that hung between us where no cares in the world existed.
Simon’s whimper was joy. He pressed his body against mine and we lingered, joined as one.
Time has a way of marching on, though. Before I softened too much, I pulled out and tossed the condom, then dragged myself up near Simon’s head and freed his ankles, carefully lowering each leg back down to the mattress.
His eyes flicked closed for a moment and he sighed.
Before I unbuckled the gag, I kissed away the tears on his face, tasting a different kind of salt. When I freed his mouth, his lips were swollen, red, and wet with spit. Simon took several deep breaths and I let him rest before I trapped him again, this time with my lips and tongue.
He uttered a throaty groan, then relaxed and opened to me. We kissed lazily, and I traced my hand over his chest, memorizing the texture of his flesh and the contours of muscles and bones.
My Simon, my joy, at least for a little longer.
When we broke apart, I reached up and freed his wrists from the headboard. A moment later, he caught my head between his hands and kissed me. A gentle, sweet and loving taste that tumbled my heart in ways his submission and ecstasy never could.
“Thank you.” He stroked my hair and held my gaze. “For everything. For coming into my life. For the model, the shooting. The sex. This, right now.”
God, my chest ached like it was full of burning stones. I laid my head down on Simon’s torso so he couldn’t see my expression. Maybe he wouldn’t guess that the choking in my voice was from despair and heartache. “You’re most welcome.”
“I love you,” he whispered, and I wanted to cry.
“Love you too.” Because I did, and that was the problem. What I needed from Simon and what he could give me were two very different things. “Simon, I—” I didn’t know how to end this. Not gracefully, not kindly. I was so fucking confused because my heart needed what I knew it couldn’t have. I longed for forever, but I only had now. Tonight. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I closed my eyes and listened to Simon’s heartbeat. I didn’t think he was lying when he said he loved me, but I knew that he couldn’t love me like I wanted. Long-term, committed love. A true partner.
