Page 7 of The Year of Us: May

“Can I…” he trailed off, somehow knotting the silk around my wrist, loose enough I could have gotten my hand out if I wanted, but not so loose it fell off if I moved. He tugged the loose ends of the silk and brought my hand to his dick.

It was almost a leash.

It was so close to a leash.

“Yes,” I consented.

Cory wrapped the tie around his hand until my knuckles bumped into his erection, I opened my hand and took him into a loose grip, and he started to ride me again, getting my fist around his cock and my cock up his ass. Sweat beaded in the center of his chest, and I held him tighter, enjoying the way his shaft pulsed against my palm.

The bondage was long forgotten, and I imagined that was the point.

The only thing that mattered was him.

Was me.

Was us…together.

CHAPTER5

Cory

Not even mywildest dream compared to the reality of having Reese in my bed. Not quite a supplicant, Reese was pliable. Bendable. Willing to be coaxed through an open door. Beneath me, he trembled. His eyes were hooded, unable to contain the lusty affection that spilled out of them.

I wasn’t riding him hard, but I forced his dick as deep inside me as it could go, and he clung to my cock like I was fucking the soul right out of his body. He’d given me permission to come and with a final undulation of my hips, I came, streaking his chest with cum that marked him as mine.

Reese squeezed his eyes shut as his hips jerked, thrusting into me in the uninhibited way I’d missed. He marked me too. Filled me with his cum and shuddered beneath me. His chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. I peeled his cum-sticky fingers from my cock and licked them clean.

He watched me the whole time. Still pliable. Still willing to see this through.

Lifting his arm to the headboard, I tied him there. Not tight. Honestly, if he wanted to, he could get out of it himself. My goal wasn’t to force him to be bound to my bed, but to choose to be there. To know he could get away, but to not want to.

Reese exhaled a particularly rough breath when I fastened the other wrist to the bed in the same fashion.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

Reese shifted in the bondage, then settled down into the bed. He gave me a nod, a silent promise to do as I’d asked. Usually, I’d ask for words, for verbal assurance, but I trusted Reese’s quiet agreement.

His cock was still buried deep inside me, and I rewarded him with a slow grind of my hips before pulling off. I smiled at the way he whimpered.

“Shh.” Reaching for him, I cupped his cheek and put my thumb on his lower lip. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I leaned forward and replaced my thumb with my lips. Reese rose up, trying to chase more than I was giving him, and he huffed when I pulled back. Later, I’d let him kiss me as long as he wanted. I’d kiss him until my jaw fell off if it was what he wanted, but I had other things in mind for now.

“You’re such a good boy, Reese. Letting me tie you up. This is a big step for you.” I acknowledged his gift and brushed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

I followed that compliment with a series of kisses down the line of his throat and across his clavicle as I repeated it again. My hands wandered over his body. Smoothing up his arms and down again. At one point, he flinched a bit when I got too close to his armpit.

I looked up at him and grinned. “Someone’s ticklish. Interesting.”

That wasn’t the mood I wanted for this, so I ignored that bit of information and went back to worshipping his body. I kissed his chest. Laved my tongue over each of his nipples. Sucked them. Gently nipped at them with my teeth. My cum was drying on his chest and I licked that up as I travelled lower.

Reese started to squirm, and I looked up at him. “Are you asking me to stop?”

A breath puffed out through his parted lips. “No,” he rasped.

“Then settle.”

I watched his chest rise as he took a deep breath, then fall as he released it slowly.