Page 155 of Whirlwind

He finally pulled back to look at her, breath heaving. “Remember? All of this is in our heads. How we see ourselves. And I can’t get enough of your hard cock fucking me so good. So you’re going to come when I tell you to. Aren’t you?”

She let out a strangled moan when he resumed their rhythm. She responded so well to his dirty talk and his body. So he’d just have to give her more.

“Watch me, Charlie.”

She was still positioned on the extra pillows so that she could see everything. He teased his hands down his own shoulders to his tits while her eyes followed every move.

“You like these, don’t you?” He fingered his nipples and gave them a little twist. A jagged pain shot through him and he let her see it on his face.

Her fingers loosed on the pole as her arms started toward him. He stilled immediately and her eyes flashed when she must have felt the belt pulling back against her wrists.

“Uh, uh. Keep those hands there. You’re all mine, and I decide when you get to touch. Right now, your job is giving me that sexy cock.”

She gripped the pole again, but now her fingers were twitching, opening and then holding tight again. He could see the strain against her bindings, the way that she was pulling her arms part from each other just to feel the resistance. She thrust back into him and he moaned.

He was going to be in trouble if he couldn’t get her there soon.

He resumed tracing his chest again, his movements jerky as he rose and fell on her hard length.

“You want to know what I like?”

“Please.”

That word was killing him. He wanted to hear it a thousand times.

“I like just a little pain.” He flicked his nipples and they both gasped together. “That’s right.” He did it again. “You made me feel so good. The next time you touch me, I’m going to let you pinch.” He gasped as he demonstrated. “And bite.”

She moaned, her fingers clenched to the pole.

He kept playing with his nipples, watching her eyes grow wild. “I’ll tell you just how to do it. Take control and give us both exactly what we need.”

He stroked further down his body bringing her gaze down his chest, over his belly, and down to his cock.

“Look how hard you make me.” He stroked his cock, sending the vibrator hard against his clit.

It was so good that he cried out, lost for a minute. It was just too much. “Fuck, Charlie. You feel so good. I love your cock inside me. I love seeing you helpless while I ride you. Uhn.”

He started working his shaft. The silicone was dry, and he spit into his hand. Now the glide was easy and rapid.

Each stroke sent fire through him. It was that feel of his own dick on his hand, right where it belonged, that felt sexy and powerful. And then the rapid vibrations right on his clit, his smaller dick, that he could aim just where he wanted them.

“Look at how much I want you,” he demanded, breath heavy. He ran a rapid hand over his length. “I’m going to come on your cock. You’re going to come inside me.”

Her knuckles were almost white on the pole. Her mouth was open, and he could tell she was close.

He ground down onto her, giving her all of his weight. Now when she thrust up into him there’d be no escape from the deep vibrations that he could feel where his skin met the thin fabric of her boxers.

“Chase it, babe. Fuck me until you come. Need you to come for me.”

She squirmed beneath him in rapid waves, her cock so full and hard and right where he needed it as she made each tiny thrust.

He stroked his own shaft faster. “That’s right. Give it to me. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He could see the moment when she tipped over the edge. Eyes scrunched tight, lips wide open and forming his name, every muscle tight as she clung to the bed pole.

“Carla! Carla! Carla!” she begged.

He ground circles onto her cock as her rhythm faltered.