Page 30 of Social Sinners

Easton sighed, “Let’s take this inside.” As soon as he got out of the pool, I scooped his naked ass up, slung him over my shoulder and carried him into the house caveman-style. Stopping only when the front of my legs touched the silky-smooth fabric on the bed, and I tossed Easton on top, making his body bounce. He giggled then growled in protest when I turned to walk away.

“I’ll be right back,” I told him then proceeded to lock up the house. Remote or not, I didn’t trust humans. And having to call the cops while on vacation wasn’t on my holiday bucket list. He didn’t move an inch until I landed on the bed beside him, causing him to bounce in the air once more. I caught him before he went over the side and was laughing so hard, I almost tumbled along with him. “Sorry, babe.”

“If that’s your idea of foreplay, then you need help,” he half-ass protested.

“Oh, I needhelp,do I?”Game on, my man. I pinned his hands down along his sides, laying my body across his so he couldn’t move. Leaning over, I ghosted his lips, barely touching him as he lifted off the bed, seeking mine. Instead, I moved to his ear, nipping his lobe, his collarbone, his nipples– each in turn and eliciting the moan I was waiting to hear. My tongue trailed a line down his sternum, penetrating his belly button before licking a loop around his pelvis. When I by-passed his cock, his groan alerted me to the frustration he felt from my torment, and I couldn’t help the grin that morphed onto my face.I need help my ass…

“What’s the matter East,catgot your tongue?”

“Bite me,” he bitched, and so I did on the inside of his right thigh, forcing him to yelp. But I knew he fucking loved it. Biting was a huge turn on for him.

When I first discovered this kink in him, it was purely by accident. But later when I looked it up online, I found Odaxelagnia was an actual fetish. Which only made me want to learn more about this gorgeous man beneath me, and how to pleasure him. I’d never been one for vanilla sex and scared off a potential lover… or twelve while making suggestions in the bedroom, but not Easton. He opened my eyes to a whole new world. One where I no longer felt like an outsider or a freak for my desires.

I’m sure it surprises no one that I’m an exhibitionist. Although none of our friends or family know we live this lifestyle. I don’t know what their reaction would be, probably no surprise where I’m concerned but to know Easton enjoyed it and was actually the one who brought this to light for us, would really blow them away. We both enjoyed watching as much as being watched. So, when we drew a crowd at the club we go to back home, we really fucking get off on it. The membership fees were high, but our anonymity was essential, and the contract you sign with them ensures it’s kept. Many high profile clients attend, and no one is allowed to talk about anything they see or hear outside of those walls. If you wish to form bonds with other members outside of the club that’s your business, but the disclaimer you sign forces you to keep your mouth shut which I for one appreciate.

“Mine,” I said, having marked Easton’s body with multiple love bites.

“Yours,” he moaned in agreeance.

Spreading his legs with my knees, I slid between them, swiped a stripe along his taint and kept heading south. Goosebumps prickled his flesh as I reached the sensitive area. I swirled my tongue around licking once…then twice, before curving it and pushing the tip in, purposely flicking it against the nerve endings.

“Did you miss me?” I asked as I sat back, lubing two fingers and watching as the first slid inside him. Easton whimpered. “What was that? I didn’t hear you,” I teased, easing the second in, lubing him well and grazing the spot I sought. He mumbled incoherently, and I knew I’d made my point, “should I stop? Do I still need help?” I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I had him right where I wanted him, proving my worth in the bedroom at the same time.

“No… help… Shut up and fuck me!” he bellowed. I pulled my fingers out at once, and he protested. “Fuck!” After applying a generous amount of lube to my cock, I lined up and entered him. Properly prepping him allowed for an easy entrance. He shivered.

“I’ve got you,” I assured him.

He opened his eyes, staring deeply into my soul. “I know.”

God, it felt so good to be inside him again. When he was taken from me, there was always a fear deep inside that it was over. I’d never feel him around me again, never hold him, never tell him how much I loved him. And now here we were, making love like it was our first time. No toys, no gimmicks… just the two of us locked together as one, and it feltfucking great. “East,” I murmured, flipping us over so he could ride me.

“Yes,” he said, shimmying until he got into a groove. I stared up in awe at this gorgeous man who gave me his heart. He trusted me with it as well as with his body. Nothing would ever compare to that selfless gift.

“Kiss me,” I told him. As he leaned over, his lips melded with mine. Our tongues wound around one another, erotically dancing. My hands snaked over his body, grabbing hold of his ass and separating his cheeks as I hammered it relentlessly. You never realize how much you miss something or someone until they’re gone.Without Easton, I don’t believe I’d survive. I’d live a lifeless existence, a mere shell of my former self with no thoughts or feelings. He completed me like no other would ever be able to.

He sat up, taking his cock in hand, riding me in tune with his strokes. With each pass, his ministrations increased in velocity. I watched in awe at this pornographic scene playing out before my eyes.

“Baby,” left his lips in a hushed voice. Grabbing his hips, I took control, increasing the friction. I needed to come but always wanted him to first. When the glistening juices sputtered forth from his tip, coating his hand, his muscles constricted around my cock, and my orgasm hit.

“Fuck, East,” I groaned, filling his tight channel. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I wrapped him in my arms, kissing the top of his sweat-soaked head and nearly dozed off. “Babe, come on. We need to shower.” I smacked his ass, and he arched up. My cock, still not fully deflated slid from inside him. We showered and laid back down. Easton curled up in my arms with his head on my chest.

“I’m in a good place right now,” he informed me.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” I leaned over sealing those words between us with our lips.

“Every day I battle the demons that tell me you hate me and I’m unlovable, that I’ll never be good enough for you. Then you do something so meaningful, so out of character. Like coming to see me at rehab. Then staying the rest of the week and whisking me off on this romantic getaway. All of which battles the demons for me, keeps them at bay, and warms my heart.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or offended by his words, but I knew Easton, I know it was meant as a way to share his feelings. Something they were working on with him in therapy. So I couldn’t overthink it I needed to take it as the compliment I’m sure he meant it to be.

“I love you, Easton. I’d do anything to make you happy. You’re more than worth it.”

“Thank you, D. I love you too.”

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