Page 69 of Burn this City

“What do you want? I could show you something new, but it’s intense.”

“Yes.”

Again, Sal adjusted Jack’s position so Jack was lying over Sal’s bent leg on the bed, with Sal curled over and around him, but still sitting. He then pushed Jack’s legs apart. Sal’s hand felt white hot when it settled on Jack’s ass, and Jack assumed working the ropes like that was responsible for the heat in his palms. He shuddered when Sal’s fingers slid between his ass cheeks.

A small clicking sound, and something slick and cold dribbled on his ass, with Sal’s hand massaging his glutes and then returning to the place in between, sliding up and down, with enough pressure that Jack tensed a little in anticipation. And sure enough, two fingers rubbed against his opening. Jack gasped when they pushed in a little, to test him, and withdrew, testing and then pulling back.

“Please … do it, Sal. I’m good. I’m really good.”

“I believe you.” Sal shifted his weight, and his next words were barely louder than a breath. “There will be times when I fuck you like this, if you want me to. I’ll fuck you with the rope first, like this, all over, and with my eyes, watching you struggle to hold your balance, and maybe I’ll add some pain so the release will be even better. You’ll become even calmer and sink even deeper into that place where you’re all mine. I’ll make you feel how strong you are and how beautiful, and I’ll keep your need simmering all night. We’ll have all the time in the world, because it’s just us.”

“Just us,” Jack echoed, unable to fathom the depth behind those words, but it was what he needed to hear.

And then something pushed against his opening, something harder and colder than a finger, and slid easily a small way inside, where it touched something tender and sensitive in a shock of pleasure. It also seemed to push against the outside of his body behind his balls, and rapidly warmed to body temperature.

Sal took the ropes and rolled Jack onto his side. The thing moved with him and stayed inside his body, and just this movement felt strange and almost disturbingly intense. Sal moved on the bed, but didn’t break the contact, and that thing inside Jack began to vibrate. It was no more than a very low hum, but the place it touched was so sensitive Jack’s whole body tensed. Then it stopped.

Jack managed to blink his eyes open. “What …?”

“Feel good?” Sal grinned at him.

Jack couldn’t even describe the feeling—it was too strange, too intense to feel good, but his balls tightened when it started up again, and he saw Sal holding his phone. A tap of his finger on the screen stopped the vibration. “Fuck. You control it with …”

“Yep.” Sal put the phone down, then seemed to reconsider. “I’d untie you so you can play with the programs, but this one’s pretty good, so you can relax if you want.”

Making it sound totally optional. The next time, the vibration was a little stronger, and came with noticeable pulses that felt amazing both on the outside and inside. Jack fell back onto his side. He was aware of Sal’s hand on his bound wrists, holding them against Jack’s chest, while the toy vibrated on and off, a little stronger with every cycle, until it grew so intense that Jack could do nothing but pant and writhe in the ropes, surrendering to the feeling until he heard himself begging for release. Sal held him, and then, when Jack didn’t feel he could take even a second more, closed his hand around Jack’s cock and stroked over the tip one, twice, and Jack nearly screamed.

Or actually screamed. He wasn’t quite sure. Sal kept stroking his cock through an orgasm so intense he wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d passed out. Then, calmly, Sal switched the toy off, but kept it inside. He untied Jack’s leg and lengthened it, which was a huge relief, then he shifted his weight and lay down next to Jack. He pushed his cock between Jack’s legs and thrust between them a few times until he, too, came, and then he kissed Jack with one of those devouring kisses.

It was a good thing that the ropes still anchored him. Without them, he might have floated off or turned into vapor, or nothing but light. His mind held no more sharp edges, no guilt, no stress, just an endless floating feeling, and the best thing was that he could just simply bask in it.

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Jack was still shuddering long after Sal had taken off the ropes and removed the massager. Sal had quickly checked Jack’s skin for rope marks, but while bruises and rope burns could happen when things got too heated, there wasn’t a trace on his body, at least nothing that wouldn’t vanish over the next few minutes. Now Jack was lying on his side, legs pulled up, hands still in front of his body, gaze completely turned inward.

Clearly, he was crashing hard, if those shudders were anything to go by. Sal stretched out and ran a hand over the side of Jack’s neck, to his shoulders, down to his elbow. He kept the touch light, but noticeable, and remained so close that Jack would be able to feel his body even if he didn’t currently want to communicate. Some people needed to stay in that place a while longer, others dropped right off to sleep, others shrugged it off under a shower. Catia had dozed a little and then awoken with such a boundless appetite that Sal had taken to checking the contents of the fridgebeforethey played, though he didn’t have to worry—Catia usually kept bites and snacks on hand for both of them when it was clear neither of them would be terribly interested in food preparation that day or night or weekend.

After a while, Sal moved closer and placed a kiss on Jack’s forehead. “Need anything?”

No response, but when he pulled back, Jack’s hand closed around his wrist. “Just you.”

Sal let him have the hand and relaxed, though he pulled Jack onto his shoulder. The shivers became less noticeable and then stopped.

“You weren’t joking,” Jack eventually said.

“About it being intense? I don’t joke about that kind of stuff. You all right?”

“A bit light-headed, I think.”

“Yeah, I should have asked whether you’d eaten anything. Wait here.” He slid out from under Jack, then slipped into his pants and left the bedroom, but kept the door open a crack, and then processed that there were voices coming from the living room—Enzo and Spadaro. Shit. He must have lost track of time. He walked to the kitchen, poured some juice and found sliced ham and cheese as well as a handful of chilled grapes. He wasn’t familiar enough with Jack to know what he considered a snack (aside from his stack of protein drinks in his fridge at home), but the salt and sugar might be just the thing. At least, they appealed a lot to Sal.

He did check in the living room, to find Enzo and Spadaro apparently going over the plans again.

“When did you come back?”

“After two hours.” Enzo’s grin was a marked contrast to Spadaro’s total blank.

“Ah. You hear anything?”

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