Page 21 of Whirlwind

Chapter 6

Julio

Julio took in his quivering sub, every whimper and moan like music. He hadn’t planned much beyond where he was now, but Taylor was exceeding all his expectations.

He certainly wasn’t going to leave Taylor hard and desperate for him tonight, though his readiness suggested that some denial play would be in their future soon.

It would be tempting to play that game at work, but with Taylor’s gigantic cock, that would just be obscene. Which might make it more fun. If anyone came in, he’d need to hide behind a car or something, without letting anyone else know what was going on. Oh, Julio was looking forward to this.

For tonight, though, he wanted to hear Taylor screaming his name while he came. But not until he prolonged it for as long as possible. Which gave him an idea.

“Lay on your back.” Watching Taylor scramble to obey just fucking did something to him inside. He wasn’t thinking about what he looked like any more or what could go wrong, just how he could please Julio as quickly as possible.

Julio slipped from the bed and grabbed a satiny scarf from the drawer where he’d stashed it. He stalked toward the bed, watching Taylor’s eyes widen. He loved this moment of anticipation, when the sub didn’t know what he’d planned next. And he especially loved it with Taylor.

He dangled the silky fabric down his sub’s thick frame, enjoying the contrast and the gasping breaths. He made sure to run it over his dripping cock several times.

Taylor lay still and compliant, his hands at his sides but with every muscle tense. God, he was so fucking lucky.

When he thought Taylor was about to lose it, he slipped the scarf around the base of his dick and around his balls, then tied a quick-release knot. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric and it fit—barely. That should be safe.

“So pretty,” he cooed. “All wrapped up for me.”

Taylor gazed up at him, confused, eager, and trusting.

“I know it was hard not to come before, so this will make it easier.”

Taylor nodded, his gaze full of trust. If he wasn’t already head over heels in love, that desperate, adoring look would do it. And the way that he was taking to denial. Julio would be special ordering a cock cage soon.

Julio loved keeping him in suspense, not knowing if he would get to come tonight. And that non-verbal dance they’d been doing all night was just beautiful.

Taking one of Taylor’s hands in his own, he licked the first few fingers and guided it to the sub’s cock head. Taylor was cut, so the tip was sensitive and exposed. He groaned when his hand met his own flesh.

Julio pushed Taylor’s hand around the tip in a gentle circle, and then stepped back. Taylor repeated the same motion, his eyes begging as he followed the silent command.

Julio disrobed slowly, never looking away from Taylor’s face. The sub’s eyes darted from his own heavy cock, to Julio’s slim body, and then to Julio’s face. Then he would be hit by another wave of pleasure or Julio would remove another piece of clothing, and his eyes would dart around again.

Julio took his time. Just watching his boy play with himself at his command was so hot. He loved those thick, muscular thighs and ample belly, all on display for him.

Next time he wanted this with skimpy lingerie clinging to his boy’s thick thighs and broad, hairy chest. Oh, he had so many plans for his gorgeous boy.

At last, Julio was naked. He gave his cock a few slow tugs and watched Taylor shudder. His hand stopped moving, so Julio gave his cock a sharp glance. The slow circles resumed.

He returned to his drawer to pull out a few more things that he needed. First, he showed Taylor the handcuffs. They were the same ones he’d used in the photo.

Taylor was clearly having a hard time remembering to stroke himself, so Julio looked pointedly at him until he resumed.

With anyone else he’d be talking through all of this, giving verbal commands, but he and Taylor had always read each other well. This was just adding an amazing new dimension to things.

Watching Taylor not only understand the instructions but obey… God, the intimacy and control just tangled all up together until he could barely remember to breathe.

Of course, it was much more difficult for Taylor, as it should be. He could see the amount of effort his boy was putting into keeping still, and that made him even more beautiful.

He set a condom and a bottle of lube on the bed. He hoped his boy realized that just because he was getting fucked, didn’t mean he was going to get to come.

He watched Taylor try to control his breaths. It was a good idea, but he wanted to make it impossible. He wanted everything. “Show me how you touch yourself. When you’re thinking about me.”

Taylor let out a little sob. Then he reached down with both hands, holding one over the tip while he jerked rapidly up and down his impressive length with the other. He was panting in time to the strokes.