Page 50 of The Key Holder

“Do you want to go take that off?” he asked, motioning to my chastity cage, and settled back into his spot on the bed.

I was shocked, and a little speechless. How has he not figured out that he has the key?

“I’d like to leave it for now,” I replied. “I should be able to cum with it on.”

“Seriously?!” His eyes widened, but he continued to stare at my caged dick.

“Yeah,” I replied with a nod.

“Fuck, you don’t know how hot that is.”

I scoffed. “You don’t know how hot you are, and when that dick is finally inside of me, I’m afraid I’m going to lose it immediately.”

“That’s okay with me.” Ford gave a little half shrug. “We’ve got all night.”

I wanted to ask if we had all summer, or even longer than that, but there was no point getting ahead of myself. I had him now, and I was going to savor every inch. He offered me the lube and I grabbed it before he could change his mind.

After squirting a generous string along his shaft, I stroked it, nice and slow, making sure to coat the entire length. When I tugged on his pendulous balls as a tease, he almost threw me off the bed. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” he said. “I like it a little rough. You just surprised me.”

A little rough, huh?

He watched as I added some lube to my fingers and prepped my hole. “Do you need me to help?”

I shook my head. “Next time.”

When he didn’t argue, I felt almost victorious.

“How do you want it?” he asked.

“Slow and steady.”

“No.” He smiled. “I mean, is this position okay?”

I added a large glob of lube to the head of his cock and held it still as I moved to straddle him again. “You can take control⁠—”

“—next time,” he finished for me, smiling. “You can count on that.” His hands went to my waist, steadying me as I lowered myself onto him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He couldn’t have said anything more perfect as it helped me relax. Again, it was just our breathing, which seemed to fill the room, as I willed myself to take all of his cock.

He let me do it, holding his body still.

“Nice and easy,” he said, gently.

Almost trembling, I took a deep breath, relaxed my muscles, and let my body weight take me lower. As soon as my ass rested against his thighs, my eyes rolled back into my head. He hadn’t even started fucking me yet and his thick dick was making me feel all the right feelings.

“Fuck, I’m so full.”

“I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No.” I clenched my hole around him. “It feels great.”

“You’re tight,” he said.

“Not for fucking long.” I lifted myself a few inches off of him and slid back down. Mirroring the rhythm from earlier, I kept at it, slowly impaling myself, over and over.

“Jesus, Dylan.” Ford was lost in pleasure and it was because of me. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on me.”