All In (Firsts and Forever 2)

“Five.” He leaned forward and took one of my hard pink nipples between his lips and suckled me, hard, as he caressed the underside of my balls.

“Mmmmm.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes, rational thought crowded out by blinding pleasure.

He released my nipple, the cool air making it contract and tingle since it was wet from his mouth. “And this, angel,” he said, “is six.” He took the tip of my cock between his lips as he tapped the remote, and the orgasm tore from my body. I yelled incoherently, my hips coming up off the bed, and Dante followed, sucking my cock as I shot into his mouth again and again, thrusting reflexively.

The orgasm was incredibly, shatteringly intense, and as I came down from it, he ran a fingertip over the remote, dialing back the vibration. He didn’t turn it off, though. He left it set to a low, pleasant hum inside me, and released my cock from his mouth.

I was sweaty, shaking, panting as he stretched out on his side, rested his head on my chest and draped an arm over me. “Holy shit,” I murmured when I could speak again. He looked up at me, and I bent my head to kiss him. “Ok, that was totally unfair – I got to have all the fun. We can’t keep being so one-sided when it comes to sex. We have to take this to a place that’s going to make you feel good, too.”

“That made me feel incredibly good. Seeing you like that, distilled down to pure sex, lost to the pleasure – I loved every minute of that.”

“It was still all for me.”

“No, the chains were for me,” he argued, and kissed my chest. My arms were still bound, stretched above my head, and neither of us were in a hurry to do anything about it. He finally turned the toy off and eased it out of my body.

“They were for both of us. I love being tied up.” I felt a little tremor go through him at that. “Please Dante. Please let me get you off. I need to make you cum.”

“This was a lot for our first time out after my injury. Just rest, angel. We’re both tired.”

I sighed and said, “I know you’re just saying that to get me to drop the subject of bringing you to orgasm.” He grinned at me. “We have to figure this out, Dante. And soon. Never cumming again because you can’t let yourself whip me is just not an option.”

He was quiet for a while, his head still on my chest, his right arm in its cast slung over me. And then he said softly, “I’m sorry I’m so fucked up, that I only get off on inflicting pain. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

“Nothing! So you have needs that aren’t totally vanilla. So what? That’s just how you’re wired. And it turns out, I’m wired to get off on receiving pain. Which actually means we’re perfect for each other.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you wouldn’t be! Don’t you see? The one time you spanked me, it brought me so much pleasure. That’s not hurting me, it’s making me feel good. It’s giving me what I need.”

“You didn’t even know you wanted that before you met me.” He reached up and did something to one of the cuffs around my wrist, then the other. The mechanism sprang open and I rolled onto my side, taking Dante in my arms.

“Before I met you, I was a mess when it came to sex. The reason Jamie and I never got farther than oral in all those years together was totally because of me, because of my fear, my hang-ups,” I told him. “And it’s so different with you, Dante. I stopped being afraid. Part of it has to do with the way you take charge and guide me. And a huge part of it has to do with how totally right this feels.”

He was quiet for a while before saying, “Sometimes, I wonder what you’re doing with me.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded, and I said, “You’re perfect for me, and not just in terms of sex. You make me feel safe, and happy, and loved. You make me feel secure, which is kind of huge, since I’ve always felt insecure about pretty much everything,” I told him. “And it’s more than how you make me feel. I love who you are. I fell for you on our first date, fell for the guy in the expensive suit that was willing to climb over fences and pick locks and fight off smelly dogs, and keep a sense of humor throughout it. The guy that then turned around and held me while I cried.”

“You had me at Hello Kitty.”