Page 65 of Dust and Desire
I felt his hot breath against my exposed hole moments before his tongue made contact, flat and wet and perfect. I cried out, my body jerking at the intimate sensation. His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as he worked his tongue against me in slow, deliberate circles.
“Alex,” I gasped, my forehead pressing hard against the couch cushions. The blindfold intensified every lick, every sensation, until I felt like I might shatter from pleasure alone.
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine. His tongue pushed inside, just barely breaching me before retreating to circle my rim again. The teasing was exquisite torture, each almost-penetration leaving me more desperate than before.
“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
His mouth pulled away, and I felt his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of my ass cheek. “Please what, beautiful? Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I managed, my voice breaking. “I need more of you.”
“You’ll get all of me,” he promised, his finger returning to circle my pucker, slick with his saliva. “Every last inch.”
The first finger slid in easily, my body already relaxed from hisattentions. I pushed back against it, seeking more, deeper, anything to fill the emptiness inside me.
“So eager,” Alex murmured, adding a second finger alongside the first. “So insatiable.”
I heard the snap of a bottle cap, then felt the cool slickness of lube as he withdrew his fingers and returned with more. The stretch was delicious as he worked me open methodically, adding a third finger, twisting and sliding until I was trembling and incoherent with need.
His fingers found my prostate, pressing against it with unerring accuracy that made my cock jerk and leak beneath me. “Right there,” I gasped, stars exploding behind my blindfolded eyes.
“I know exactly where to touch you,” Alex said, his voice rough with arousal. “I know every inch of this beautiful body.”
His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered at the loss but then felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the metal of his piercing a tantalizing promise against my sensitive rim.
“You want this?” he asked, teasing me with just the tip.
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him, my hands still pinned behind my back. “God, yes.”
He entered me with agonizing slowness, each inch stretching me wider, filling me more completely. The piercing dragged against my inner walls, creating friction in places I’d never felt before. When he was fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass, we both paused, panting.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to grab the rope binding my wrists.
He used his grip on the rope to pull me back against him, the new angle making me gasp as his piercing pressed directly against my prostate. My body clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his free hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. “Take all of me.”
He began to move then, slow, deep thrusts that had me crying out with each drag of his piercing against my most sensitive spot. The darkness behind the blindfold made every sensation more intense, every touch electric. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him everywhere, his cock stretching me open, his hand gripping my bound wrists, his breath hot against my back.
“Fuck, Dustin,” he panted, his pace increasing gradually. “You’re so tight and warm…”
I tried to respond but could only manage broken moans as he hit that perfect spot inside me again and again. The cock ring kept me extremely hard, my erection swinging heavily with each thrust, occasionally brushing against the couch fabric in teasing touches that weren’t nearly enough.
Alex shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper, and I felt my knees weaken. Only his grip on my bound wrists kept me upright as pleasure coursed through me in waves that threatened to drown me.
“Alex,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Please... I need to touch myself.”
“Not yet,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “I want you completely at my mercy.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. Before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, spinning me around. I felt disoriented in the darkness, unsure of my footing until he guided me down onto my back on the couch, my bound hands trapped beneath me.
“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he said, his voice husky with desire as he positioned himself between my legs. “Want to watch your face when you give it all for me.”
He pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust that had me arching off the couch. The new position allowed him even deeper access, his piercing dragging deliciously along my inner walls. His hands gripped my thighs, pushing them toward my chest, opening me up completely to his gaze.
“If you could see yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “Spread open for me, taking my cock so beautifully.”
One of his hands released my thigh to wrap around my neglected erection, and I nearly sobbed with relief. His strokes were firm and sure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, the dual stimulation almost too much to bear.
