There isn’t even the chance to warn him before I’m spilling over and grunting my release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I throw my head back.
Anders takes it all, no hesitation, no jittery reactions, just pure confidence in the way he swallows me down.
Completely wrung-out and spent, I take a good minute to recover. Anders’ hands run up and down my thighs until my cock softens in his mouth. I squirm when it becomes oversensitive.
He releases me and stands, the satisfied smirk on his face catching my eye.
A hand runs through my hair again, while his other one reaches for his hard dick and strokes.
“Can I?” I rasp.
Anders grips his cock tighter. “You want this?”
I want to suck him off more than I want my next breath. And cocky Anders might be my most favourite Anders of all.
It goes twitchy Anders, relaxed Anders, and then this guy in front of me, staring down at me with power in his eyes and happiness in his smile.
“Please,” I beg.
Anders smiles wider and guides his cock to my lips.
I barely get a chance to enjoy and savour the heady flavour when it disappears.
My gaze flicks up to his. “What’s wrong.”
His eyes are wide. “I just realised you can’t use a safe word if you have your mouth full.”
“I don’t care.”
“No, we have to—”
“I’ll kick you really hard if I want you to stop.” There’s no doubt in my mind; I won’t need to kick him.
Anders moves closer, his cock teasing my lips. When I open, he slides in between them slowly. Hesitantly.
Noooo. He’s gone back to overthinking. He’s too much in his head.
I take it back. I will have to kick him.
One swift nudge with my foot has him pulling back out.
“See?” I say. “It works. So get out of your head and fuck my mouth, because if I’m not allowed to touch you, I at least want to be the one to make you come.”
A shiver runs through him, and I worry I crossed a line, but it must’ve been the right line, because a second later, his grip in my hair tightens and his cock pushes past my lips more aggressively.
I usually have hands involved in giving blowjobs. Caressing, teasing, stroking … it’s a bit of pressure to rely solely on my deep-throating skills.
He thrusts in and out, using my mouth to get himself off, and every grunt, every push puts me in the same state of mind as when he was going down on me. My brain shuts off, and everything is automatic.
My arms have begun to ache from being tied and straining to fight the cuffs that bind me, but I don’t want to slow down or stop.
So I take it and love every minute of it.
“Brody,” Anders croaks.
Come, I chant in my head.
As if hearing me, warm cum fills my mouth, and Anders lets out a loud moan.
In the time it takes Anders to pull out, the haze of our orgasms fade and reality sets in. I’m in a lot more pain than I thought.
My wrists protest something fierce.
A second later, Anders is there, on his knees, loosening the cuffs and freeing me. He stands and pulls me up, holding me against him.
The kiss with the mixed heady taste of our cum is soft, his gentle hands moving over my tired muscles.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” he whispers against my mouth.
I should say no. I need to say no. But after that experience, there’s no way I’m strong enough to say no.
Instead, we put our underwear back on and make our way to my bed, where I let him embrace me while I try to fall asleep.
His arms are warm and caring, and it’s hard to believe this guy is the one who has issues with intimacy.
17
Anderson
“I’m going to kick you out if you keep refusing to sleep when you’re next to me,” Brody mumbles as he slowly wakes to the sound of his alarm.
It’s the second time I’ve spent the night in his bed wrapped around him without actually sleeping.
“I’ll sleep when I’m tired.”
“Pass out, you mean.” Closing the gap between our horrible breaths, Brody kisses me softly. “Go sleep for a few hours before you have to get up to go work. I’ll be out of here in ten minutes.” He climbs out of bed, and I take a minute to admire his long, lean legs and narrow waist with his bigger upper body. He’s almost like one of those funny memes about the guys who forget leg day, but he’s not quite that disproportionate.
His firm bubble butt is perfect though, framed awesomely by his tight boxer briefs.
I sigh … and maybe drool a little bit.
Brody turns to me as he slips his suit pants on and tightens his belt. “Good view?”
“The best.” I grin.
It actually feels like we’re a real couple with no issues. There’s no panic, no therapist’s voice in my head, and it’s the closest thing to normal I’ve felt in a really long time.