It feels so much more intense and arousing without being able to see him, but fully trusting him. His fingers tighten against my skull, tugging harder through his grunts and groans.
“God, Chad,” he hisses as he continues to fuck my face. Tears are starting to escape my eyes in reaction to the passion in his voice and the intensity in which he’s pumping into my mouth.
Without warning, he rips the blindfold off my face, and the light is jarring as my tear-filled eyes glance up to meet his immediately. He’s staring at me with so much adoration and desire it feels like he’s trying to memorize the moment.
“Gonna come, want to look at you while I do,” he explains, slowing his thrusts momentarily for me to nod. “Such a good boy.” He picks up the pace, and a few seconds later, his release is hitting the back of my throat. I attempt to swallow as much as I can, but I feel some drip out the corners of my mouth as I continue to drink him down.
He pulls his dick out of my mouth and leans down to lick the corner of my mouth, then pushes his tongue in, kissing me and tasting himself. It’s dirty and delicious, and I’m turned on beyond belief thinking about it.
When John pulls back, he stands and uses the harness to pull me up to stand with him, then drops down to his knees, instantly sucking my cock to the back of his throat.
“Ungh,” I bellow at the intensity he’s starting with as his nose hits my pelvis. “Holy fuck, John!”
His throat vibrates; he must be chuckling around my dick as he wraps his hands around to my ass cheeks to squeeze, and the feeling is so intense with how overstimulated I am from the rope wrapped around my wrists and chest. He reaches up with his right hand to flick my nipple, reminding me of the clamp, and I yelp as a jolt of pleasure shoots down my spine.
The best thing, though, has to be his green eyes focused on me while all the other sensations that are happening in my body consume me, and it finally starts to feel like too much. I tilt my hips forward to thrust deeper into him as my balls draw up, and the edge of bliss is pulling me closer.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “I’m so close.”
John takes that as a challenge, his finger sliding between my cheeks, pushing against my hole, teasing me without breaching me. He sucks and plays, but the edge is getting closer, and I can’t stave off my release.
“John!” I cry out as my dick explodes in the back of his mouth, and he swallows around me. My orgasm takes my breath away, and I have to fight to stay standing as I nearly black out from the pleasure.
His mouth is perfect as he continues to milk my dick empty.
I focus on sucking air into my lungs, taking deep breaths as I come down from the high, but it does nothing to help my focus. My mind is in a haze with how incredible that experience with John was, like always, and he doesn’t even give me time to process as he once again stands and claims my mouth with his in a passionate kiss. I can taste both of our releases, and the combination is my new favorite filthy desire.
When he pulls back, I blurt out, “I think we can add a cum play kink to the list.”
“Mm-hmm, you like to taste yourself, Chad?” he teases.
“I like the taste ofus,” I counter.
That earns a smile from him. “Good, so do I. Now, let’s get you free from these ropes so I can take care of you.”
He begins with untying my hands first before undoing the beautiful harness he tied me in. I kind of wish he’d taken a picture so I could see it from his perspective. Or so he could look at it whenever he wanted. Maybe next time. After I’m bare, John has me drink water, guides me into bed, and climbs in behind me, pulling me closer.
It’s only then, when I’ve come down from the experience and am enjoying how comfortable I feel wrapped up in John’s arms, that I remember something from earlier.
“Hey, John?”
“Yeah?” he asks as he runs his hand through my hair over and over. I love it, but I need to focus.
“You kind of made it seem like we’re dating earlier to your brothers…” I trail off, unsure of exactly what I’m asking.
After a moment, he finally responds. “Well, I kind of feel like we are dating. Is that a problem?”
My face breaks out into a massive smile. “Wait, seriously? Are we dating? Does this mean we can go out on real dates now?”
He huffs out an amused chuckle. “Sure, Princess. We can do that.”
30
JOHN
Chad looks so fucking good in my bed.
He looks good everywhere, but waking up every morning in the same bed for the last week and a half has been so much better than I would’ve expected. The hickeys and bite marks covering his body also make me much happier than they probably should, but he seems to love them as much as I do.
