Page 66 of Dust and Desire
“Alex,” I pleaded, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine, held back only by the constriction of the cock ring. “Please, I need to cum.”
“Not yet,” he said firmly, his grip on my cock easing just enough to keep me from tipping over the edge. “I want to savor this. Want to feel you desperate and shaking beneath me.”
His thrusts slowed to a maddening pace, each one deliberate and deep. The metal of his piercing caught against my rim with every withdrawal, sending jolts of electricity through my entire body. I was trembling now, caught between the exquisite torture of his cock filling me and the ache of my own neglected release.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up my chest to tease my nipples. “Blindfolded and bound, completely mine.”
I tried to speak but could only manage incoherent sounds as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. The sharp sensation combined with the slow drag of his cock inside me was overwhelming. Every nerve ending felt raw, exposed, hypersensitive to his touch.
“I can feel how close you are,” Alex continued, his voice strained with his own need. “Your body’s telling me everything. The way you clench around me, how your cock twitches in my hand.”
He was right. I was balanced on a knife’s edge, every muscle in my body coiled tight with anticipation. The cock ring was doing its job, keeping me hard and desperate, but also preventing the release I craved with every fiber of my being.
“Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking on the word. “I can’t... I need...”
“What do you need?” he asked, his pace picking up slightly. “Tell me exactly what you need from me.”
“I need you to let me cum,” I panted, arching beneath him as his piercing hit that perfect spot again. “Please, Alex. I’ll do anything.”
His grip on my cock tightened, thumb brushing over the sensitive head. “Anything?”
“Anything,” I confirmed desperately.
“Then tell me you love me,” he commanded, his voice rough with emotion. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I love you,” I said immediately, the words pouring out of me like a prayer. “God, Alex, I love you so much it scares me. I’m yours, completely yours.”
Something shifted in his breathing, and his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate. “Say it again,” he demanded, his hand working my cock with renewed purpose.
“I love you,” I repeated, my voice cracking with emotion. “You’re everything to me. Please, I need to cum for you.”
His rhythm faltered for a moment, and I heard him curse under his breath. “Fuck, Dustin. You’re going to be the death of me.”
His fingers found the base of my cock, and I felt him work my entire shaft with practiced ease. The moment his fingers wrapped around me, overwhelming sensation flooded through my body. I wasn’t going to last.
“Now,” he growled, his hand stroking me firmly as his thrusts became harder, deeper. “Cum for me now.”
The command, coupled with the sudden release of the cock ring, sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm tore through me with a force that left me breathless, my body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name, the sound raw and primal as my release painted my stomach and chest in hot streaks.
“That’s it,” Alex groaned, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
The aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me, my musclesclenching rhythmically around him. I could feel him growing impossibly harder inside me, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
“Where do you want it?” he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Tell me, beautiful.”
“Inside,” I gasped, still trembling from the intensity of my climax. “Fill me up. I want to feel you.”
His grip on my thighs tightened, fingers digging into my flesh as he drove into me with renewed purpose. I wished I could see his face, watch the pleasure overtake him, but the darkness of the blindfold made me focus entirely on the sensation of him moving within me, the sounds he made as he approached his peak.
“Dustin,” he groaned, my name like a benediction on his lips. “I’m going to?—”
His words cut off in a guttural moan as he buried himself to the hilt, his body shuddering against mine. I felt the hot pulse of his release deep inside me, each throb of his cock sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
For long moments, we stayed frozen like that, both panting, his weight a welcome anchor as my body continued to tremble with aftershocks. Slowly, carefully, he reached up and removed the blindfold, letting the dim light of the room filter back in.
I blinked, my eyes adjusting as I looked up at him. His face was flushed, his short hair damp with sweat, his brown eyes dark and soft as they met mine. There was something vulnerable in his expression, a rawness that matched what I felt in my own chest.
“Hi,” he said softly, leaning down to brush his lips against mine.
