Page 105 of The Broposal

“And if you like it”—he grabbed the middle of the tie and wrapped it around his hand once. Then he leaned down and gave it a firm tug, pulling me almost close enough to kiss, but didn’t close the gap—“then your color is green.”

“Green, green,” I said breathlessly.

“Good.” Kenny smiled approvingly. “And if you go nonverbal or can’t talk for whatever reason, snap your fingers once for yellow and twice for red.”

I nodded, wanting to melt into a puddle right then. I didn’t go nonverbal very often, but I felt more than safe knowing Kenny had already considered the possibility.

“I don’t have my backpack with me, so we’ll have to get a little creative,” Kenny said as he started to undo his own tie. “Give me your hands,” he commanded. He pulled the tie off his neck and held it in both hands, then snapped it like a belt, making my insides churn.

I held my hands out together for him, and he quickly got to work tying them. The tie was snug against my wrists as he cinched it, securing my hands together tight. “Color?” he asked.

“Green.”

He smiled, then let my hands fall to my lap and turned around, searching the room for something. “Pretty sure I have some lube and condoms in here somewhere,” Kenny said, opening and closing dresser drawers until he finally found what he was looking for. Then he grabbed a towel that was hanging from the closet door and laid it out on the bed.

Before he could come closer and put a condom on me, I couldn’t help but interrupt his thought process.

“I want you to fuck me,” I blurted out.

Kenny turned toward me, raising an eyebrow. I felt so vulnerable sitting there, hands tied and shirtless with him staring at me like that.

“Please,” I found myself begging.

Kenny smiled and took a step closer so he was standing over me at the edge of the bed. “I like it when you beg,” he said before stealing a hungry kiss. My hands came up to touch his chest, but since they were tied together, they just got pinned against my own. There was that feeling again pulsing in my groin. God, I wanted him so bad. Needed him.

“Please, Kenny,” I said again, my voice desperate.

Then he put a hand on my chest and pushed me down onto my back before climbing on top of me. I let out a ragged breathas he pinned my hands above my head and used what was left of the tie to secure them to the headboard.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green,” I said enthusiastically, and he smiled again.

He got to work pulling my pants off and discarding them. Then he positioned himself in between my legs and grabbed them to spread them apart. My breath hitched as he lowered his head and licked my hole. I couldn’t help but squirm as his wet tongue worked its way inside me.

Chatter from people arriving outside the door made my heart race. We could get caught. But that somehow only made this feel all the more real. More exciting. Kenny hesitated like he was about to pull away.

“Green,” I said eagerly. “Don’t stop. Green.”

“Will you be quiet for me?” Kenny asked smoothly, and I nodded, pressing my lips together and swallowing.

Then a lubed finger replaced his tongue, and he stretched me for a while before slipping another finger inside. His other hand started stroking my cock in rhythm with his fingers. I had thought I’d be too tight for anal to work, but Kenny’s fingers had a way of loosening me up. I let out a noise of pleasure that might have been loud enough for someone outside to hear, but at this moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Kenny looked at me disapprovingly but didn’t stop. “I thought I told you to be quiet,” he said as he stuck a third finger in me, as if he was testing my resolve to keep my volume down. I bit my lip, trying my hardest to keep from moaning out loud.

“Fuck me, Kenny,please,” I begged in what was barely over a desperate whisper.

He smirked and replaced his fingers with his cock, which went much deeper than I’d expected. It took everything in meto keep from crying out in pleasure. Kenny slowly slid into me, grinding himself in and out. I wanted so badly to touch him, to touchmyself. But all I could do was succumb to it and let Kenny do whatever he wanted with me.

He slowly stroked in and out a few times before I was loose enough for him to really go for it. Then he thrust himself inside me fully, and I couldn’t hold back my moan this time.

Instead of scolding me again, Kenny moved his hand from my penis to cover my mouth firmly. “Quiet, babe,” he said, then pumped himself into me even harder.

I moaned into his hand, relieved at the stifled sound that wouldn’t get past the door. It was like with his hand over my mouth, the pressure to stay quiet fully dissolved, and I could finally be completely in the moment. I could fully give in to him.

Finally, Kenny started to touch me with his free hand. I couldn’t hold back the muffled noises of pleasure I let out at the sensation of being stroked in two places at once. Pleasure rushed through my entire body, and I knew if it wasn’t for his hand over my mouth I’d be screaming by now.

All the pressure I’d been feeling up to this point, any anxiety or stress or tension floated away somewhere far, and I sank into the mattress as Kenny sank even deeper into me. I felt a pressure building up in my groin, and I tried my hardest to keep it from erupting.

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