Kept Man: Firsts and Forever Stories

He shook his head. “I got it out of my system with my booze-soaked pity party.”

We leaned against each other, and after a while, I asked, “What happened to your clothes?”

“I wanted to feel the sun on my skin, so I ditched them.”

“Did you climb up here naked and flash the neighborhood?” The center of the roof might be private, but the climb up definitely wasn’t.

“No, my clothes are right here. I was using them as a pillow.” He indicated a lump beneath the blanket. “If I flashed the neighborhood, I guarantee someone would capture it on film and post it online.”

“You’re probably right about that.”

He nuzzled my shoulder, and a smile played around his lips. “I don’t suppose you’d care to join me.”

“By getting naked, you mean?”

“Yup.”

“It’s tempting.” It was late in the afternoon, but the day was still warm. I could imagine how good the gentle breeze would feel against my skin.

“What if I say please and chip away at your resolve with puppy dog eyes?”

I chuckled as he batted his lashes. “It’s a known fact that puppy dog eyes are irresistible,” I said. “Especially yours.”

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he said with a huge smile, as he started to unbutton my shirt.

Once I was naked, I stretched out on my stomach and tucked my arms under my head. Micah ran his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass as he murmured, “You’re unbelievably sexy.”

When he climbed on top of me and kissed my shoulder, I told him, “I did a lot of walking today and didn’t shower when I got home. I’m probably disgusting.”

“Nope, definitely not disgusting.”

He supported himself on his knees and elbows, and a smile spread across my face as he gradually shifted his weight until he was lying on top of me. I absolutely loved the sensation of being pinned under him, and my cock started to swell. At the same time, he rubbed his hard-on along the crease of my ass.

He nuzzled my hair and laced his fingers with mine, and as he pinned my hands down, I sighed contentedly. “I love the way you respond to this,” he said.

I murmured, “Feels so good,” and wiggled my hips as much as I could, both to try to get friction on my cock and to rub against his. After a few moments, I asked, “Will you do something for me, Micah?”

“Literally anything. You name it and it’s yours. I don’t care how much it costs.”

I turned my head and grinned at him. “I said do, not buy, Mr. Moneybags.”

He kissed my lips before saying, “Same answer. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Figure out a way to tie me up, and then fuck my mouth. I know we could just go downstairs and strap me to the breeding bench in your playroom, but I like it out here so I’m hoping you can be creative.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He kissed my shoulder before climbing off me. Then he pulled my belt from my jeans and said, “Get on your knees, baby, with your hands behind your back.” I rushed to comply.

I was impressed by how quickly he bound my wrists. Then he asked, “How does that feel?”

I tugged at my bindings and smiled up at him. “It’s perfect.”

“Glasses on or off?”

“On please. I want to see you.” He bent down and kissed me, and I told him, “Don’t be gentle.”

“Okay.” He caressed my cheek. “I’m counting on you to let me know if I overdo it.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

He gave me the sweetest smile as he moved closer, and when he slid his thick cock between my lips I sucked him eagerly. Then he ran his fingers into the longer hair at the top of my head, closed his fist around it, and began to thrust. He was slow and careful at first, watching me to make sure I was alright. I moaned with pleasure as I sucked him and my cock throbbed. Gradually, he began ramping up, thrusting harder while he held my head in place by my hair.

I moaned again and thrust my hips, even though there was nothing for my achingly hard cock to rub against. I loved the way the bindings held me securely, and the way he was pulling my hair just enough as he fucked my mouth.

When he realized I could deep throat him without gagging, he started fucking my mouth harder and deeper. I absolutely loved it. The rougher he got, the more pleasure thrummed through my body. My cock began leaking precum, and all I could think was harder, harder, harder.

When I looked up at him and our gaze locked, he whispered, “Fuck, Jasper, you’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

I loved the look of pure bliss on his face. He was barely holding back now, throat-fucking me roughly, overwhelmed by his need to come. I didn’t care that my jaw was getting sore, or that my untouched cock ached with its need for release. This was all about making Micah feel wonderful, and the profound sense of satisfaction I got from that.