Page 22 of Whirlwind

“And how do you imagine me teasing you?”

Taylor looked at him in mute appeal, like he was asking too much. But he wanted everything.

After a moment, the strokes resumed. He alternated hands, running each one up from the base to twist around the tip. He was still panting, but now slower, accompanied by groans.

“Very good, babe.” He mimicked the same motion, marveling at the feel of that girthy cock in his hands at last. That sensitive skin rubbing over hard flesh was driving him out of his mind. Taylor’s hips shot up from the bed and he pushed them down firmly.

“Julio!” he cried out desperately.

He loved making Taylor beg, but it wasn’t going to be enough. “Hands above your head.”

He climbed over Taylor’s body, one knee on each side. As he secured his wrists to the headboard, he let his cock dangle along Taylor’s face and neck. Taylor nuzzled toward it.

“Be still,” he reminded. Then he continued with his work, letting his cock drape against his lover’s skin as if he hadn’t noticed, when in fact every nerve was attuned to the brush of their skin together and Taylor’s jerky breaths.

Once he was satisfied that the cuffs were both secure and unlikely to chafe, he moved off to the side. His baby was chained down and desperate, and he would finally be able to touch his fill.

He moved with no pattern, getting to know every dip and plane of Taylor’s body. He stroked and licked, scratched and bit, wanting to know everything about what turned him on. He licked that delectable cock, barely able to fit his mouth around it, but paid it no more attention than the rest of his sweet body. He got to know the taste and smell of his sweat, burying his face in his armpit and his groin.

He discovered, almost by accident, that his sweet sub liked to have his chest hair pulled. And his pubic hair. God, he loved watching him squirm. The sounds coming out of his mouth only barely resembled words. But most of them were his name.

He nibbled on his nipple while he squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers. With the other hand, he pulled Taylor’s knees up to his chest, one at a time. Taylor rocked to his own rhythm.

He smeared the lube down Taylor’s exposed crack, circling around the tight bud. Taylor was keening when he pushed one finger inside. He was so hot, so impossibly tight. And his wanton cries were driving Julio to distraction.

He pressed against his prostate from the outside while fucking him with one finger inside, showing no mercy. Taylor looked like he was about to explode, and his cock was positively dripping.

Julio savored the taste, which only brought another round of desperate moans from his boy’s lips. Either the ribbon on his cock would keep him from coming, or they’d have some punishment to look forward to.

Julio eased in another finger, and Taylor fucked himself onto them. God, his baby was so needy and gorgeous, completely giving himself over to the pleasure.

After a few thrusts, he dripped on some more lube and then added a third finger, knowing that he was going perhaps a bit too fast but wanting Taylor to feel his need.

When Taylor was moaning and rocking again, he rolled on a condom with his other hand. Stilling his fingers, he positioned Taylor’s feet over his shoulders. All of his sweet boy’s body was open to him. All of this belonged to him.

“What do you want, baby?”

Taylor was almost beyond words. “You, please. You! Need…”

“And what do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you want.”

Oh, hell. That was even better than the response he’d been expecting, which was something along the lines of begging to be fucked.

Even now his little sub was ready to sacrifice his own pleasure for Julio’s. Which only made him want to give it more.

“It turns out, I want your tight little ass,” he growled. He hoped Taylor was stretched enough, because he pushed in with one motion.

Taylor arched up and cried out in some anguished combination of pain and pleasure. So good. So tight and greedy and perfect. He kept still until Taylor drew in a few shaky breaths, then plowed in, fast and hard.

“Do you want to come, boy?” There wasn’t a right answer to this question, but there was certainly one he was hoping for.

“If, if you want me to.” Tears leaked from his eyes.

Oh, God, was that the right answer.

Julio felt his orgasm building, and he thrust faster and faster. He leaned forward to fuck Taylor’s mouth with his tongue. He was so close, so beautifully, painfully close.