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“You’ve been thinking about her too.” Jason’s voice was muffled against the blankets, face down as I tightened a finalknot. He tested the restraint, muscles tightening, grunting slightly when he strained against the rope.
“You’re right.” I squeezed his ass before I gave him a smack, smiling as the redness blossomed on his pale skin. “Want to hear what I’ve been thinking about?” He gave another nod, and I gripped his hair, pulling his head up from the bed. “Words, boy, use your words. Answer me.”
“Yes, sir, I want to hear what you’ve been thinking about.”
He sounded a little too snappy for my taste. I grabbed one of the pillows and placed it beneath his hips. He began to struggle again, but another smack stilled him before I gripped his ass and spread him. He gasped sharply when I buried my face between his cheeks. I stroked my tongue over his hole, rimming him until his thighs clenched and he was thrusting mindlessly into the pillow beneath him.
“Feeling a little more compliant?” I said.
“Yes, sir.” His fingers were curling and flexing with restless energy. “I want to hear what you’ve been thinking. Please.”
I loved hearing that desperation in his voice. I reached for the lube in the bedside drawer, coating my finger and then spreading a generous amount on him.
“I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be to have you and Jess tied up side by side,” I said, swirling my finger over his anus before I pressed inside. He groaned, muffling his mouth against the blanket again. “I could finger you both at the same time, see which one of you starts shaking first.” He was already shaking and stiffened for a moment as he tried to stop himself. “Stretch you both until I can fist you. I’d love to have a brat impaled on both hands.”
“It won’t happen,” he said, the words quivering. “You know it won’t ever fucking happen.”
“That’s what you told yourself about me too, wasn’t it?” I loved forcing him to keep talking when he could barely get out twosentences. I probed him, pumping my finger in and out as I added a little more lube. “And see how that turned out.”
“She ghosted,” he huffed, dissolving into a moan as I slowly added a second finger. “She doesn’t…fuck…she doesn’t want us…”
“Yes, she does.” The way his ass squeezed around my fingers drove me wild. I wanted to bury myself inside him, hear him cry my name as I bottomed out. “She wants it, Jason. She wants you. Wants us. You really think that girl hasn’t been obsessing over that night ever since it happened? After the way she acted today?” I curled my fingers inside him, pressing down against the small, firm bump of his prostate. “Do you remember how sexy she looked on her knees for us? How good her mouth felt around your cock?”
His fingers clenched into fists, desperate sounds punctuating his gasping breaths. He thrust against the pillow again, unable to stroke himself with his hands tied. I kept fingering him, massaging over that walnut-sized bump.
“I’d tie you both up,” I said, my voice growing rough the more worked up I became. “Bend you over side by side, make you watch each other’s faces while I edge you.” I smacked his ass again, chuckling at his struggling. “Stop wiggling so much. You’re not going anywhere.”
I added more lube and a third finger. He pressed his mouth against the blankets and yelled, the sound sending a pleasurable shudder over my entire body. I leaned over his back, my fingers thrusting into him as I gripped his hair with my other hand.
“Tell me what you were thinking about all day,” I said, my voice tight. It was getting harder to wait. My cock was straining against my jeans. “Tell me, no matter how embarrassing it is, no matter how much it makes you squirm. You’re not getting up until you do.”
“Goddamn it, please…” He arched back, pressing against myfingers. He never used to be very vocal in the bedroom, cringing in humiliation every time I made him talk about what was in his head. “She was fucking teasing us at the car wash, sir. I wanted…”
“Keep going,” I whispered. “What did you want?”
“God, I wanted to pull down those tight little shorts and fuck her right there over the hood. Have the whole damn church watch us.”
There it was. That’s what I wanted to hear. I stretched my fingers inside him until he whimpered, demanding, “Mm, that’s right. Fuck that pretty little cunt until she squirts all over your cock.”
“Fuck, yes,” he gasped. “I’d bend her over and make her suck you off while I fuck her. Pound her until her legs shake —”
He cut off with a cry as I pulled my fingers out of him. I couldn’t wait anymore. I spread the lube onto my cock before I pressed against his entrance, the puckered hole still resisting. I went slow as I eased the first couple inches inside him.
“Make it hurt,” he said, his voice vicious with need as he arched his back. I was happy to oblige.
I pressed fully inside, and he cried out again, his toes curling, struggling against the ropes that kept him helplessly restrained.
“Yeah? You’d fuck her until her legs shake?” I tugged his hair, gripping it hard as he squeezed around me. “You know she likes it rough.”
“She was so fucking wet when she was on her knees for us,” he said, his words bringing the memories back with stark clarity. I released Jason’s hair, gripping his hips and pulling them up so I had a better angle. I reached around and stroked him, fucking him in unison with my hand. I was too worked up. I wasn’t going to last long when he felt so good.
“I want to fuck her while you fuck me,” he said, the words ragged, his thighs clenching. Every stroke of my hand made himshudder. “God, I want to feel her come on my cock. I want to see her smile like she did after she sucked her own juices off your fingers, sir.” He drew in his breath sharply. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
The image of Jess sucking my finger into her mouth pushed me to the point of no return. My pace increased and Jason brokenly cried my name, his cock pulsing in my hand as spurts of cum ribboned across the blankets beneath him. The ecstasy that overtook me was like a blackout. Nothing remained but our bodies throbbing in unison until I was spent, collapsing beside him with my cock still inside.
I pulled the blindfold off him, nuzzling my face against his neck. Maybe he was right. Maybe Jessica wasn’t meant for us, and this lust — this longing — meant absolutely nothing. But I couldn’t let it go. I hated the thought that I could feel so much, that I could be so ridiculously desperate to have her, and yet it would lead to nothing.
“I love you.” His voice was rough with exhaustion, a drunken smile on his face as he floated through the afterglow.
