Page 22 of Screens Apart

“Shit. Please.” I chuckled as I brushed my fingers over his thighs, loving the way Simon instantly moved them apart for me. I began sucking kisses on the inside of his thighs, one of my hands wrapped around his hip to hold him in place. I knew this would have been much easier on the bed, where I could spread him out and play with him for hours without knackering my knees, but this was more fun. I loved being on my knees in front of him, knowing that I had that power over him despite the fact he was twice my size.

His cock twitched in front of me, precum beading at the tip of the flushed head. I couldn’t resist licking it up and flicking my tongue into the slit to lap up more. Simon gasped, his hips threatening to buck forward into my mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I said, looking up at him and winking.

“P-please,” Simon said, his voice soft and desperate.

“Please what? Use your words, baby.”

“Please will you suck my cock?”

“Yes, since you asked so nicely, I will.” Simon groaned again as I slid my tongue over the head, wrapping my lips around him and sucking gently. I loved the way he tasted and the solid weight of his dick on my tongue as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. Simon’s dick wasn’t exactly small, and I could understand why so many guys wanted him to top them. But somehow that made it even better, knowing that what made him happiest in bed was my cock inside him.

My sweet boy.

“Oh fuck, shit!” Simon cried out as I took all of him into my mouth, sliding him into my throat until my nose brushed against the tight curls of his pubic hair before swallowing around him.

I pulled off his dick with a wet pop, placing a last, teasing kiss onto the swollen head. “Put your panties on Simon,” I said, my voice hoarse. Simon nodded, a stunned expression on his face. “Now, baby, we don’t have all night.”

“Which pair?”

“Your prettiest,” I said, hauling myself to my feet and trying not to wince as my knees popped. “Although maybe not the new ones, since I plan to ruin you.”

As Simon went to find a pair of panties, I stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly before pulling out the cuffs from where I’d hidden them. I was also going to need lube and condoms, plus I wanted to double-check that Simon was okay with me using his toys on him. I didn’t want to surprise him.

No matter what some people said, consent was sexy as fuck.

I wanted him to know exactly what I was going to do to him. It would make him desperate and needy, and I loved him like that.

“How about these?” Simon asked from behind me. My jaw dropped as I turned, taking in the baby-pink, silk panties that clung to him, his hard cock peeking out the top. Simon turned as I stared, taking in the tiny scrap of material that gave way to little straps that crisscrossed across his ass, a little heart charm sitting on the top of his crack. He looked sweet and seductive all at once. I groaned.

“Fuck yes,” I said. “Your ass looks fucking incredible in those.”

“Thanks.” He wiggled his butt and shot me a teasing grin over his shoulder.

“Stop that,” I added, pulling him into my arms and squeezing his ass, loving the way the silk felt against his skin. “Or we won’t make it to the bed.”

“What if I don’t want to make it to the bed? What if I want you to fuck me now?”

“Then I will, but it won’t be nearly as fun as my plans… I promised to make you scream, and I intend to. How many orgasms do you think you can give me, Simon? Two? Three? Maybe even four?”

“I want that, please,” Simon moaned, melting against me.

“Then be a good boy and lie down.” I gently pushed his ass, watching him climb onto the bed and spread himself out for me. I was so tempted to give in and fuck him, but my self-restraint won out. Just barely.

Holding out the cuffs, I gave Simon a firm look. “Are you okay with me putting these on you? I won’t attach you to anything except yourself, but I’d love to see how you look in them. They’re easy to get out of, but if you do want me to stop at any time, I will. Have you heard of the traffic lights system?”

Simon shook his head. “No, sorry.”

“It’s not a problem. It’s a BDSM term: green for go, yellow for slow down, like if you’re unsure of anything and want a moment to just think or adjust or wait, and red for stop. And I mean stop. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, that’s fine.” Then he gave me one of his cheeky smiles that I’d come to adore because they were so rare and precious. “You know a lot about this… Should I be calling you Sir?”

I chuckled. “Not today. I like it when you say my name.” Simon flushed, but his smile didn’t fade. “Can I put these on you?”

“Please.” I leant over the bed, wrapping the soft cuffs around his wrists individually and making sure they weren’t too tight before clipping them together with the short chain. Since Simon’s headboard was solid, there wasn’t anything for me to attach him to, but that didn’t bother me. Besides, we might be here for a while, and I didn’t want his arms getting tired.

“I have another question,” I said, sitting on the side of the bed and running my fingers down his chest as I spoke. “I want to use your new dildo on you, but I also want to use some of your other toys too. Is that okay?”

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