Dangerously Happy (38 page)

“
You suck like a fucking angel. And I like it that you’re so hard, sweet.”

I was close, so fucking close, but I did my best to stay calm, to pump in and out of his mouth just as slowly, to breathe quietly so he wouldn’t hear my desperate huffing as I got there, and gripping his warm hair tight in both fists, I held him at bay, his lips sealed around my pole just behind the flare of my cock-head which he was licking maddeningly as my orgasm squeezed my balls and constricted my cock, stem to stern, in a fierce spasm. As I erupted in his mouth he whimpered and seemed to try to pull back, but I held him fast and went on pumping my spunk into his mouth, slowly, slowly pushing myself back long the velvety surface of his tongue until his face was pressed right up against my groin and I felt his throat squeezing the crown of my cock as he swallowed three times, until I was empty and light-headed. Even then I held him tight to me for a few shaky, gasping-for-air seconds, ejaculating, riding the rush of my orgasm and the perverse thrill of keeping his mouth stuffed full of my spent cock.

“
Did you swallow it all like a good boy?”

Even if he’d tried to answer, it wouldn’t have been more than an indecipherable mumble with his mouth full of cock, and after a few moments he nodded his head. I pulled out slowly, appreciating how his lips clung around my girth and there was the gentle sucking pressure of his mouth, as if he were trying to keep me from escaping, the intensity of that sensation as my cock head finally popped free of his lips, wrenching a desperate little grunt from me.

Still weak and shaking, I helped Dario to his feet, walked him over to the ottoman and sat him down. With a hand on each of his knees, I forced him to spread his legs, and if his erection was flagging a little, that perked it right back up.

“
Aren’t you a dirty boy?” I teased, my stranger’s voice feeling like a good, snug fit, now, “You like it, being exposed. Knowing I’m looking at that delicious cock and those big balls of yours, don’t you?” I got down on my knees in front of him, my hips framed between his parted thighs. “You know I want to touch it, to kiss it, to suck it. Is that why you’re so hard again, sweet?”

He was silent, but his dick was magnificently engorged, all rosy and so taut it was gleaming.

“
Do you want me to suck you, the way you were just sucking me? Hmmm? Do you want to come in my mouth? Spill that semen swelling your balls down my throat?”

Silence.

“
I will, sweet. I’ll suck you until you moan and cry. But only if you tell me you want it.”

I encircled him in my arms, gently as if his bones were made of glass, brought my face close to his, breathed in the scent of his skin, his hair. Began to kiss him, just feathering little touches of my lips over his temple, his brow, his cheek as he started to tremble again as if this tenderness were harder on him than the way I’d made him suck me. When I brushed my lips over his, he pulled back.

“
You don’t have to say it out loud,” I said. Just give me another real, deep kiss, and I’ll start.” I brought my mouth to his again, but again he avoided my kiss. “Unless you’d rather I fuck you.”

Motivated by that threat, this time when I touched his lips with mine, he stayed still for it, let me press his lips between mine, let me gently bite, let me suck his lower lip, let me push my tongue into his mouth.

“
I want you to kiss me back. I want you to kiss me like you’ve been thinking about it, aching for it for months, like I have.”

I brought my mouth to his again, giving him just the faintest brush of my lips against his, then waited, feeding on the fragrant warmth of his trembling body, on the soft sound of his erratic breaths until he parted his lips and kissed me, reluctant and shy at first, but gradually really offering me his mouth, touching my tongue with his, until finally he’d sunk deep, deep into our hot, hungry kiss.

“
That’s good, sweet,” my stranger’s voice darker than ever as I went back to exploring his dewy skin with my mouth, first tender little feathering touches of lips at the corner of his mouth, by his ear, his jaw, then biting, tongue and teeth feasting on his neck and throat, his chest, making him squirm and whimper, especially when I got to his nipples. When I got down on his cock, first tormenting him with one little touch of my tongue, then making him wait, panting and quivering, for the next, a long glistening streak of precum had already slid halfway down his engorged shaft. I went on teasing him, giving him nothing but a warm, wet lick now and then, until every breath of his was a desperate little whimper, and then, finally, I took the crown in my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around, loving how that made him grunt out loud.

Delicious as his trembling, straining, panting arousal was, excited as I was at the thought of him coming like that, helpless as I engulfed his twitching cock in my mouth, I didn't want him sated. I wanted him aching. I wanted him desperate when I fucked him.

I released his cock with a slurp and rose up. “I’m changing my mind. I know what I promised you, but I don’t want to let you come like this. I want you to come while I’m inside you. I want you to come while I’m fucking you.”

He whimpered as I took him in a deep, lasting, penetrating kiss, and again as I started sucking his tongue.

“
Wait. Please,” he said when I yielded possession of his mouth and stood up, pulling him to his feet and turning him away from me. “Please let me see you. Take off the blindfold.”

“
Get on your knees, sweet.”

When he hesitated, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed until he gave in and went down on his knees, panting audibly. My dick had been hard while I’d been sucking him, but now, bending him over the ottoman, my fist wrapped around the chain between his bound wrists, forcing them just high enough to hint at possible pain, to make him compliant, obedient, my cock was fucking pounding with need.

“
Are you frightened?” I asked.

“
Yes.” The fear sounded real.

For the hundredth time I wondered if I should back off. Maybe stop it altogether. Take off his blindfold, let him out of the restraints. Put my arms around him, hold him, tell him he was safe. But then what? Abandon him to the nightmares he'd been having for weeks? Let our perfect love cool and brittle because I didn't know how to bring him back to me and the intense, nourishing sex life we'd shared those first months together? Tell him he could go to Xavier for this darker need?

Instead, I said, “I’m not going to hurt you, sweet. I promise.”

It was a bit of a trick, getting the condom out of the wrapper and on my palpitating erection one-handed, getting it lubed up, but I managed. With my fist wrapped around the base of my cock I pushed his legs apart with mine, his startled whimper driving a horrible, delicious thrill through me, and nudged the tip up against his hole. He went dead still.

“
Breathe, sweet. You’re okay.” I leaned over him, careful not to wrench on his bound wrists, nuzzled his warm, damp hair, his neck, and kissed his cheek. “I’ll go slowly. Very gently,” I said, already shifting my pelvis forward, upping the pressure of my cockhead on his asshole. Grunting, panting, whimpering, he stayed still under me as I pushed my cock inside, inch by inch, until my hips were pressed up against his backside. I was trembling, almost shaking with need, with the strain of holding back, going so slowly.

“
There. You’ve done it, sweet. I’m inside of you,” I whispered, then kissed his ear, his cheek. “Am I hurting you?”

He didn’t answer.

In a tiny, slow movement, I withdrew just a little bit, and pushed home again. I don’t know how it was possible, given I’d come less than half an hour earlier, given how anxious I was for him, but I was struggling to hold on, his body squeezing my cock tight, his restraints gripped in my fist, his nervous breathing thrilling me with every gasping inhale, every shuddering exhale. I let go and grabbed the lube, then wrapped my slathered hand around his cock, a fresh thrill seizing my balls because he was so fucking hard it almost didn’t seem possible it was flesh my fingers were encircling, squeezing, stroking, and he let out a long, desperate grunt as I shifted my hips, drew almost completely out, and slid home again.

“
That’s good, sweet. Let me milk your aching cock while I fuck you.”

As I fucked him, I kept my strokes long and slow, but deep, driving my pelvis hard against his ass as if I were trying to penetrate some unreachable depth, and already he was grunting with each burrowing thrust, whimpering with the slippery twisting squeezing movement of my fingers wrapped tight around his turgid cock.

“
That’s it, sweet. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? You’re going to come while I’m fucking you. Your asshole stretched tight around my cock. Hmmm?”

I couldn’t resist fucking him a little harder, stroking him a little faster, high on his panting breaths, a hot thrill throbbing through my cock and balls each time he grunted as I drove my cock home, and suddenly he moaned so loud it was almost a howl, a scream and for a second I thought that somehow I’d really hurt him, but fuck, he was coming, coming so hard it looked and sounded like agony, his neck and cheek florid, his jaw flexing, the tendons in his neck bulging.

It was all I could take, too much, more than I could bear, his grunting and shuddering as I went on milking him, squeezing his pulsating shaft as I drew my fist upward and wrung another fat glob of cum from him, my balls seizing, my cock erupting as I pumped desperately in and out of his gripping hole in a few final, urgent, deep thrusts.

After, I left him bound. Stayed inside him as I planted tender little kisses in his hair, on his hot damp temple, his shoulder. Finally, my wilting cock still buried in his ass, I uncuffed him, but when he reached for the blindfold, I caught his wrists and pinned them down against the ottoman. “Not yet, sweet.” I pulsed my hips a few times, tiny little pumping motions, torturing my hypersensitized cock, taunting him with the sensation, the realization that he was letting me do that, even though his wrists were free, because even though I was holding him down, he could slip away from me if he really tried. But he was still, tense but passive while I went on gently humping him. Finally I conceded defeat as I lost my hard-on, and I held the condom on as I pulled free of his hole, his sphincter squeezing and tormenting my softening cock as I slipped out.

I got him up sitting on the ottoman again, still blindfolded, and knelt between his knees. I put my mouth by his ear and asked, still using my stranger’s voice, if I’d hurt him. After a few moments he said, “No.” Then he let me kiss him, first tenderly, then deeply, possessively. And then I let him take off the blindfold.

It was strange, almost scary the way he looked at me. Almost like he was really seeing me for the first time. Like he didn’t quite recognize me. I brought my mouth to his again, and it was as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to let me kiss him. Now that the blindfold was off, that little hesitation terrified me. Finally, though, he came back the inch or two he’d retreated, and when I touched his lips with mine, they were soft, and they yielded to my tongue when I sought his. A strange, wonderful, fraught kiss, Dario trembling as I held him.

“
I didn’t hurt you?” I whispered, not sure if we were still playing our roles, or not.

He didn’t answer right away. As if he were considering the question. Finally he said, “No.”

“
You’re not scared of me now?”

God, he looked so vulnerable. But he said, “No. I’m not scared of you now.”

I took his hand and led him to one of the big, deep sofas. I lay down, and coaxed him to lie down in front of me. He did it, but with his back to me. I put my arm around him, but suddenly I was afraid to do anything else. Even to kiss his ear, so temptingly close to my mouth. I whispered, “I didn’t hurt you?”

“
No. No, of course not.”

“
I don’t mean physically.”

I couldn’t see his mouth, but I knew he was smiling by the change in the contours of his cheek. “I know, love.” So, the game was over. He lifted my hand from his waist and kissed my palm. “It’s normal for me to be a little . . . remote, a little fragile, after. Don’t let it worry you.”

“
Can I hold you?”

“
Yes. Please. It feels so nice.”

I encircled him in my arms and drew him close against me. He was quiet the rest of the night. We stayed on the couch for a while, until we started to feel cold and sleepy, then we went upstairs to the nest. This time he lay down facing me, cuddled in close to me, nuzzling and embracing, and we fell asleep.