Page 40 of Dust and Desire
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against my length. “And sohard.”
When he finally took me into his mouth, I nearly came apart completely. The wet heat of him, the skilled way he worked his tongue, it was almost too much. I felt the warm metal of his piercing against my thigh, a delicious friction that made me gasp and buck my hips.
“Easy,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. “Let me take care of you.”
His hands pressed my hips down as he resumed his worship, taking me deeper this time. I was lost in sensation, in the darkness behind the blindfold, in the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth on me. All my anxieties, all my self-doubt, it melted away under his skilled touch.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. “I have something else planned.”
When I heard the bedside drawer open and the lube bottle pop open, I assumed he was going to fuck me. After all, I was the submissive one, we both knew that. And I loved to fuck myself with dildos, so it wouldn’t be a totally alien sensation. However, I couldn’t help the gasp I let out as I felt him swing a leg over me and come to rest straddled across my hips, my saliva-soaked cock throbbing against his tight muscular ass.
“Is this okay?” he asked, reaching back and stroking me as his cock pulsed on my belly.
I bit my lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
“Good,” he cooed, smearing lube over my cock with his other hand. He leaned down close, his breath hot against my ear. “Because I’m gonna ride you until you beg to cum.”
The promise in his voice made my entire body clench with anticipation. I felt him shift above me, positioning himself, and then the incredible heat of him as he began to sink down onto my cock. The sensation was overwhelming, tight, slick, perfect, and I couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped my lips.
“Fuck,” Alex breathed, his voice strained as he took me inch by inch. “You feel so fuckinggood, Dustin.”
My hands found his thighs, gripping the solid muscle as he settled fully onto me. The blindfold made everything more intense, and I could hear every hitched breath, feel every tremor that ranthrough his body. When he began to move, rolling his hips in slow, torturous circles, I thought I might lose my mind.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands braced on my chest as he found his rhythm. “Just feel this. Feel my tight ass.”
He rode me with a confidence that left me breathless, alternating between deep, grinding movements and quick, shallow thrusts that had me seeing stars behind the silk. His cock dragged against my stomach with each motion, leaving trails of pre-cum that made me desperate to touch him.
“Can I—” I started, my hands moving toward where I knew his length would be.
“No,” he said firmly, catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. “This is about you right now. About making you feel good. I’ll cum when I want to.”
The dominance in his voice, so different from his usual sunny demeanor, sent electricity straight through me. I surrendered completely, letting him control the pace, the pressure, everything. All I could do was lie there and take it, lost in the darkness and the incredible sensation of being inside him.
“You’re being so good,” he panted, his movements becoming more urgent. “Doing exactly what I tell you while I milk that beautiful cock of yours.”
I was completely at his mercy, my body responding to every shift of his hips, every change in angle. When he leaned forward, changing the depth, I cried out his name like a prayer.
“Please,” I gasped. But what was I begging for?
“Please what?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal as he continued his relentless pace.
“I need… I can’t?—”
“Yes you can,” he said, his grip on my wrists tightening as he held me down. Not that I was resisting, I loved it. “You’re giving me all the cock I can handle, beautiful,” he gasped. “You’re gonna make me cum without touching myself.”
His words sent a jolt through me, and I felt him clench aroundme as his movements became more erratic. The knowledge that I was bringing him to the edge without him even touching himself was intoxicating. I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his thighs trembled against my hips.
“Alex,” I breathed, my own release building to a crescendo I could barely contain. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he commanded, but his voice was breaking now, desperate. “Wait for me. I’m almost—fuck—almost there.”
He slammed down harder, taking me deeper, and I felt him shudder above me. His cock pulsed against my stomach as he came with a broken cry, his release painting my chest and stomach with warm streaks. The sight I couldn’t see but could feel, combined with the way he tightened around me, pushed me over the edge.
“Now,” he gasped. “Cum for me now.”
I shattered beneath him, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that left me shaking. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I spilled inside him, my body arching off the bed as much as his weight would allow. His name fell from my lips like a mantra, the only word I could remember.
