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“Go ahead, Daddy. Come down my throat.”
Then Elio was swallowing him down. Sucking so hard. Milking him.
James pulled against his restraints, the harsh tug on his wrists the last thing he needed to spill over, coming and coming and coming, like some wild force sweeping through his body. A tornado or tsunami.
It seemed to last forever, the ecstasy of Elio’s mouth and his firm, dirty commands pulling more out of him than he’d even thought possible.
Finally, he collapsed back against the tree, held up only by the cuffs, Elio’s hands at his hips, and the rough bark.
He didn’t think he could stand on his own. Maybe he’d never move again.
And then Elio started sucking him in earnest. Twice as fast, up and down his length, which wasn’t sure if it was supposed to soften or get harder.
It was too much, painful in the sheer volume of pleasure.
“No,” he heard himself whimpering. “No. Too much.”
Elio didn’t stop.
Oh, fuck, oh fuck. This was what they’d agreed on, and it was turning his brain inside out. He had a safeword, but without it, Elio would do whatever he wanted.
Like run his teeth down James’s impossibly tender dick.
“No!” James shouted, twisting and aching and trying to get away.
Elio slammed his hips back against the tree trunk, and James thought he saw stars. He was going to die. He was going to come. He was going to dissolve into pleasure and never find himself again.
Hours could have passed with Elio sucking his cock and James helpless to prevent it, but at last his body seemed to give in and accept its fate. This was heaven on earth, and somehow, his forty-mumble-year-old equipment had managed to get erect again.
Or maybe it had never stopped.
Elio was going to drag another orgasm out of him, but at least now the oversensitivity had passed.
Elio seemed to sense this somehow, because he shifted tactics. He dragged James’s pants further down, trapping him at his knees. For some reason, that made him feel all the more naked. Exposed. In the woods.
It was embarrassing and arousing at the same time. He wasn’t even fully undressed, just caught midway.
Elio’s strong fingers squeezed into his buttocks, massaging and scratching, bringing on a whole new world of sensations.
One questing hand went farther, a fingertip tapping against his entrance.
Did he want that? He hadn’t been sure when they talked in the truck. Well, he hadn’t been sure about any of this. Everything was one big question mark.
He spread his thighs.
Who the hell was he kidding? If Elio wanted to be inside him, he wasn’t going to say no.
Or at least he wasn’t going to say no and mean it. The idea of potentially rebelling buzzed inside his head. He had a safeword now. He could pretend he didn’t want this, and Elio would keep going.
It was an electrifying thought.
But not what he wanted right now.
For his first time.
With Elio.
Elio nosed against his hip, scruffy cheek pricking against his sack. Why was even that sexier than anything he could imagine?
