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He nods. “Red,” he says. “Red will be my safe word.”
“Red,” I say. “And yellow to slow down?”
“Okay,” he says. “You can also take them off at any time if you want to.”
I smile and slide one end of the cuffs around his right wrist, closing it securely. “Grip the headboard,” I say, and he does, without a second thought. I reach the cuffs around the poles on his headboard and through, and then take his other wrist and slide the opposite cuff around it, before closing it.
I sit back and look at him. Fuck, yes. He looks sexy as hell in his lingerie, cuffed to the bed, cock hard as steel and soaking his panties in precum.
“You okay?” I ask, thankful that despite my arousal I’m still able to think straight enough to make sure he’s safe and comfortable. He nods, licking his pink lips. The gloss has mostly transferred to me and the taste lingers on my tongue. It tastes like berries, and him. “God I want to eat you up,” I growl.
I kiss his lips. Then I move down, and pull his panties down ever so slightly. His breath hitches as I lick the tip of his leaking cock, savoring his taste on my tongue. He pulls on the cuffs and his legs move, and I love it. Love that he can’t get away from me. I lick around the head of his cock, and he takes in a shuddering breath, and then gasps when I take the tip into my mouth and suck on it. I can feel his silky tights brushing against my sides as I kneel between his legs, and it’s making me even hungrier for him. His cock twitches in my mouth and I moan, sucking harder, and then licking at the slit again.
His moans and whimpers are everything to me. My siren song. The sound of the cuffs rattling against the bed frame is intoxicating. Knowing I’m driving him wild, that he wants to touch me, and can’t. He’s at my mercy, and I’m going to make him suffer in the most delicious way. He’s already breathing heavily when I pop off of his cock. I slide his underwear back up over the tip of his erection, before pressing a kiss to it, and then move myself so that I’m straddling him. I slide my hand under his shirt again, rubbing once more at his nipple as I gaze at him, breathless beneath me.
He sucks in a breath again and I feel his entire body shudder. Then I’m lifting his shirt and I see his eyes widen as I lower my mouth to lick and suck on the hardened nub.
He loses it, his head thrown back, his hips bucking, the handcuffs straining against the headboard as he pulls on them to no avail. And the most beautiful sound leaves his lips.
“Cooper,” he whines. “Shit, baby.” He writhes even more under me as our erections slide together, his panties feeling delicious against my naked cock. “Fuck,” he cries. “I can’t.”
I move to the other nipple and repeat the actions, my lips ghosting across his neck, licking and sucking on his ear as my thumb plays with the hard nub. He whines, his breath coming in harsh pants. My mouth moves to his nipple. I lick and suck, all the while continuing to rut against him. He is falling apart, and I love it.
“Cooper,” he gasps,“please.”
He hasn’t used his safe word, but I’m ready for him to touch me, to be in a new position, so I reach up and open the cuffs. Immediately his arms come around me and I do the same, pressing our bodies together and kissing him feverishly as I roll us over so that Wesley is on the top. The feel of the lace panties gliding against my bare skin with Wesley’s cock inside them, and the silky smoothness of the tights against my legs is even better than I’d imagined. And Wesley’s body in them is so far beyond perfect. It feels amazing to touch him, to run my fingers along his thighs and across his ass. Wesley’s breathing is picking up as he kisses down my neck, my hands sliding along his body and into his panties. I feel us shivering simultaneously as I cup his ass cheeks and feel the lace against the back of my hand, the softness of his skin against my palms.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “You feel so good, Wes.”
“Fuck,” Wesley moans in turn. He pushes himself up on his hands and straddles me. “Love your hands on my ass.”
I grin. Every cell, every fiber of my body feels so charged, having Wesley on top of me, dressed like this. Normally I want to feel every inch of his skin, but I’m loving this look so much. The tease of his shoulder, his belly button, the few inches of skin between the tops of his tights and his panties. I’m loving all of it. My eyes soak him in before I say, “Come here,” and pullhim down for a kiss, feeling his cock grinding against mine, drawing deep, desperate moans out of us both.
“Fuck.”I reach down between us and grip Wesley’s cock through his panties, and it feels so good. His shaft is slender and so fucking hard. I can’t get enough of it. Wesley sits up more, moaning and arching his back, his eyes closed, hand combing through his hair as I continue to stroke him. He’s drinking in the pleasure, and he looks so beautiful doing it. His neck muscles strained, his lips slightly parted, his face flushed, sweat glistening on his brow.
“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this,” I growl. “So good on top of me. Love your cock in my hand.”
“Cooper,” Wesley whimpers, his back arching even more, both hands gripping his blond waves now as he thrusts into my hand, his abdomen rising and falling. “I...oh, god.” His body trembles.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask, lowering his panties just that little bit again and sliding my thumb over his tip, making him whimper. Wesley opens his eyes and stares at me.
“It’s your birthday,” he gasps, but can’t stop thrusting. It’s sexy as fuck. “It’s about what you want.”
I smile. He’s so cute. “I want you to tell me what you want,” I say, continuing to play with his cock. His lips descend on mine and he kisses me ravenously. My hands come up to cup his face as my tongue delves into his mouth, and he sucks. My cock twitches and I groan.
We’re still kissing when I grip him and roll us over once more, drawing a breath out of him. “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” he says, now pinned under me.
I smile and kiss him again, and it only intensifies. I reach down and begin to stroke Wesley’s cock as my fingers glide through his hair, and my own cock jerks as he moans and pants into my mouth. The sensation is so incredible it’s almostoverwhelming. Feeling Wesley’s length in my hand through his panties, the softness, the slickness, the warmth, and to know that it’s mine. That Wesley is mine. That I’m his. I want this more than anything. Want Wesley to come in my hand, to feel his dick pulsing and spurting as he ejaculates, to feel the warmth of his cum in my palm as he releases.
The thought drives me wild, and I stroke him faster, harder, his whimpers and moans intensifying, and then we’re coming together, the room filling with our cries as cum pools on his stomach and slides through my hand and onto the sheet.
“Fuck,” Wesley says as I collapse on top of him. “That was insanely hot.”
I nod. “You came in your panties,” I say, stroking his side.
“Hmm,” is all he manages. “You came without either of us touching you,” He says a second later as he sifts his fingers through my sweaty hair.
“I did,” I say, looking at him. “It was pretty incredible, just listening to you, feeling you, and thinking about it. Apparently I didn’t need to be touched.”
