I’d already given that some thought. “Is there anything you have to do today?”
“Only shop for groceries, and do my laundry.”
“Could you do that tomorrow?”
Chandler narrowed his gaze. “I could. Why? What will I be doing instead?”
I couldn’t resist grinning. “Well, I had thought about taking you back to my place, tying you down on my bed, and—”
Chandler’s hand was across my mouth so fast, it took my breath away.
“Don’t say another word. Just… surprise me.” Slowly, he withdrew his hand.
I leaned in and kissed him, taking my time. When I broke the kiss, I looked into his eyes and whispered, “I intend to.”
In more ways than one.
Chapter 9
Stu
Chandler eyed the cuffs as I fastened them around his wrists. “Are these new, or am I not the first guy you’ve tied up?” The intake of breath when he saw the straps emerging from the top corners of the bed had been extremely satisfying.
I checked the cuffs weren’t too tight, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I bought these last week. After our conversation where I learned you weren’t exactly vanilla.”
Yet more proof that he was perfect for me.
“So now what? Tell me what sexual torture you have planned for me.” He grinned. “I can’t wait.”
I glanced at his erect dick, jerking against his belly. “I can’t tell,” I replied with a smirk. For what I had in mind, I wanted Chandler hard as a fucking rock.
I climbed onto the bed, after dropping the bottle of lube beside him, then knelt between his spread legs. I lifted them into the air, lowering my gaze to his furry crack.
There was my goal.
“Stu?” The note of pleading in his voice halted me. Chandler was staring at me beseechingly. “Let me suck your cock? Please?”
“Now who could refuse such a polite request?” I straddled him, my dick poking down, and guided it to his lips. Sighing, I slowly slid into wet warmth. Chandler did his best to raise his head from the pillow, moving up and down on my shaft. I focused on his lower end, bending over to pull his arse cheeks apart, then dove in, licking over his hole.
Chandler groaned around my dick, before sucking with even more enthusiasm. I let him do most of the work, while I concentrated on worshipping that tight pucker with my tongue. His cock was like a rod of iron, and the noises that poured from his full mouth made me even harder.
He pulled free with a groan. “Come on, surely I’m ready by now.”
I sat up and twisted to look down at him. “And there you go again, not seeing the big picture.” Before he could respond, I shifted back a little, reached down, and spread my cheeks.
Chandler couldn’t fail to get that message. I caught my breath at the first touch of his tongue against my hole. “Oh, yes, that’s what I want.” I rocked my hips, pulling my cheeks apart as wide as they could go, stretching my hole for his tongue. Chandler responded with an eagerness that sent ripples of sensual pleasure through my body, and I ground down, wanting more. His dick jutted into the air, a solid exclamation mark, and I shuddered at what was to come.
White hot need overtook my nerves, and I shifted position, turning myself around to face him. Chandler stared up at me, his lips wet and red.
“For God’s sake, Stu,” he pleaded. “When are you gonna fuck me?”
I drew in a calming breath. “I’m not.” I grabbed the lube, then slicked up his hard-as-fuck cock. Chandler became very still, and I had to smile. “Now you’re seeing it.” I moved back a little, until I could feel his shaft against my hole. I met his incredulous gaze with a smile. “Remember I said it would take an exceptional man to make me bend over for him? Okay, so this isn’t me bending over exactly, but the mechanics are the same.” I reached behind me, guiding him into position, until the head of his dick was right there, ready to penetrate me.
Chandler was holding his breath. For that matter, so was I.
“Looks like I’ve found my exceptional man,” I whispered, before slowly pushing back onto his cock, gasping as the head breached my hole, so fucking wide. I bowed my head, concentrating on the exquisite sensation of being stretched and filled, inch by inch, until finally he was in me up to the hilt, and I had never been so full.
Chandler let out a soft moan. “Fuck, that’s tight.” He tugged against the restraints. “Stu, please. I wanna touch you.”
I wanted that too.
I leaned forward, my fingers fumbling as I unfastened the cuffs. As soon as his hands were free, Chandler placed them on my thighs, gazing up at me with a look of wonder. “Move, baby,” he whispered. “As slow as you like. Take your time.” I rolled my hips, and he groaned. “Oh my God, that feels….”
Amazing. It felt amazing.
I’d never known a sexual encounter to be so hot and yet so tender at the same time. The care he took to move gently, tilting his hips to ease his cock in and out of my body, his gaze focused on my face, was humbling. I placed my hands flat on his chest and rocked back and forth, the burn inside me fading with each stroke of his dick.
Then we both picked up speed, and God, that was even better. I rode him with more abandon, soft cries spilling from me as he grabbed me around the waist to hold me still while he fucked up into me. When the head of his cock connected with my prostate, fuck, I knew it. So did he, aiming to hit it as often as possible.
“Close,” I cried out.
Chandler was out of me in a heartbeat, pushing me onto my back, only to hook his arms under my knees and slide back into me, slamming into me as we kissed, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. I clung to him as I shot my load between our bodies, crying out at the sheer bliss of feeling his dick throb within me.
“Oh, Stu.”
Hearing my name on his lips….
He held me as I shuddered through what had to be the most intense orgasm of my life. He was shaking too, and I wrapped my arms around him, the air filled with our harsh breaths and the smell of sweat and sex.
“You… you are incredible,” he murmured, his lips on my neck, my cheek, my forehead, and finally where I wanted them, on my mouth.
“Says the man who just fucked the shit out of me,” I said with a chuckle when we parted. “If I’d known you could top like that, I might not have waited—”
“A week?” Chandler’s eyes sparkled. “Does this mean I get to fuck you on the boardroom table next time?” I laughed, and he chuckled. “Wow. That feels so weird on my cock.”
“And the answer is yes, by the way.” A week ago, the idea of him pushing me face down onto that table and plowing into me would have been unthinkable, but now? Heat flushed through me at the prospect.
Chandler’s eyes lit up, and he grinned. “Now I can’t wait for Monday.”
I cupped his cheek. “Hey, don’t be in such a rush. We still have all of Sunday, remember? Unless you really want to go home?” The thought of him leaving made my stomach clench, and that reaction was enough to tell me just how important he was.
Apparently, there’d been a Chandler-sized hole in my life just waiting to be filled.
“How about a change of venue?” he suggested. “Pack a bag, come home with me, and I’ll cook us dinner. Then stay the night.” That grin hadn’t diminished. “We can go to work together Monday morning. Arriving separately, of course. We don’t wanna attract attention, right?”