Page 43 of Blindsided

Easton held an orange wedge out. “Or not.”

I swallowed, looking at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

He lifted a shoulder. “There’s a reason you’ve never packed it away. Why do it now?” He fed me another orange then popped one into his mouth, and I thought about what he’d said.

Easton fed me a few more bites of the other half of the sandwich, then spoke like what he was saying was completely normal. “One of my friends has a boyfriend who still has a blanket and a stuffed animal. I swear to you the blanket looks like it’s been through a war, but god forbid the man not have it for bed.” He turned to me with a soft smile on his face that was reflected in his voice. “If it feels better at the foot of your bed, leave it there.”

Could it really be that easy?

I laughed at myself. “That’s not something I’d considered, to be honest.”

Easton wrapped his arm around me in a squeeze. “That’s why you have me.” He looked down at my crotch. “Good advice and making sure to keep that dick locked safely away.”

I’d gone soft while we were talking. However, my dick heard Easton talking about it and was already beginning to fill again, not that it had much room to grow. “You realize that you are going to drive me insane with this thing on. I’m not going to be able to function at all this evening because you’re going to keep reminding me about this.” I pointed between my legs to where my cock had filled the cage completely and was pressing against the unforgiving plastic.

Easton laughed. “Lean back, brat. While I like the idea of keeping that pretty dick of yours locked away all night, I haven’t seen it or felt it since Sunday, and I really want it in my mouth.”

Eager for freedom and the first satisfying orgasm in days, I collapsed backward with a sigh. I was rewarded with Easton’s warm hand gripping the cage and a moment later, the lock popped open. He jiggled it lightly, enough to loosen the pieces, and the cage separated. From there, he wasted no time pulling the case away, though he did leave the ring section. I couldn’t blame him, as trying to remove it with me so hard would be painful. I was needy enough to not be worried about the pressure of the ring wrapped around my cock and balls. There was no way it would keep me from coming.

With my cock free, Easton produced a warm rag and cleaned me as he examined my skin, then leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my rapidly lengthening cock. “Holy fuck. Do I need to wait to be told to come?” This was an important thing to know now because the odds of me lasting more than two or three minutes were not in my favor.

The chuckle Easton gave around my cock sent waves of pleasure down it, through my balls, and straight up my spine. I gasped before shoving my fist in my mouth in an effort to stave off an immediate orgasm.

Two minutes might have been ambitious.

“You may come whenever you like. This is your reward for being good this week.”

Thank fuck. If Easton could ignore my whimper at his words, I could too. My back arched off the bed as Easton took my entire length into his mouth and down his throat. Tight, wet heat surrounded me, and I was already fully hard and my balls were beginning to draw tight to my body.

I finally released my fist in order to give Easton a warning that my orgasm was inevitable. “Gonna!” I managed to gasp as my hand fell on the fabric of my quilt. My fingers gripped the cotton that had worn soft with time. The cool material, Easton’s hot throat surrounding my dick, and the air conditioning raising goosebumps on my naked body were sensation overload. Hot, cold, wet, soft. I was focused on nothing and everything, my brain struggling to hold onto any one thing. Well, anything other than the orgasm that rolled through me like waves crashing.

Between my legs, I was vaguely aware of Easton adjusting and swallowing fast as I came over and over into his mouth. It felt like he existed in my periphery, not quite real, not quite imagined. The world was hazy and unfocused, and until my back finally relaxed into the soft bedding, I wasn’t aware of much outside of the intense orgasm.

Easton stayed on my dick a few seconds after the last spasm ran through me, sucking at my spent cock until he was convinced I’d given him everything and I’d begun to soften. As I watched his head appear from between my legs, his swollen lips and a dribble of cum in his red beard were almost enough to make me consider round two.

Of course, that would have taken energy I didn’t have left in me.

I tried to smile, though I couldn’t swear my muscles were working right. “S’good.” Then I lifted my hand and gestured to my face. “S’mthing… just… there.”

He used a thumb to lift the glob he hadn’t managed to swallow and held it to my lips. My mouth opened and I took it automatically, sucking it clean. He didn’t immediately pull it out, and I didn’t have the energy to push it away.

We lay there for a long stretch of time, me floating somewhere between being lucid and a light sleep. Eventually, he kissed my shoulder. “You were such a good sub this week. I think you earned your present.”

The words had my eyes popping open and my brain finally kicking back into gear. His thumb was still in my mouth and at some point during our snuggles, I’d pulled my quilt up to my chest. I was warm and content and part of me didn’t want to break the peace of the moment, but I had to admit I wanted to know what was in the bag more.

“Finally?” I asked around his thumb, the word coming out slurred and almost unintelligible, but I just didn’t have it in me to care.

Easton tugged at his thumb. “Yes, finally. But I need this back.”

Begrudgingly, I released it. It wasn’t that I’d ever been a thumb sucker. Hell, after I’d woken up in my office with his thumb in my mouth, I’d tried sucking my own thumb. Far from relaxing, the feeling had been uncomfortable and awkward. It was just Easton’s thumb that I liked when it found its way to my mouth.

I wasn’t about to overthink that one. Especially not now.

Easton stood, and before he left the bed, he made a show of draping my quilt over my shoulders. His action warmed me more than the blanket, but I had to admit it was nice being wrapped in something soft and warm as the air conditioning continued to run. I was so focused on the feeling of my quilt around me that I missed Easton adjusting my legs until his hand cupped my balls and he began working the ring off me.

When he noticed me watching him, he smiled at me. “Figured you’d be more comfortable with this gone.” When he’d worked the first ball from the ring, the second followed without prompting, and then the ring was removed. Completely free for the first time in days, I was surprised to find I missed the pressure the cage had provided. Easton had been right; it had been a constant reminder of him. Every time I’d started worrying I was in over my head, the pressure would remind me that Easton cared. It had gotten me through many uncomfortable moments the last two days of meetings.

He was across the room and back in seconds and took a seat at the head of the bed, spreading his legs and pulling me so I was resting between them, my back to his chest. “Do you want to open it or me?”

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