Page 76 of Broken Bonds
His back dips, his hips fucking air and making me laugh even more. I strip the gloves off and pat him on the ass. “Good?”
“Fuuuuck yes! More, please!”
“We’re just getting started.” I pull on a clean glove, slather my hand with the numbing cream, and reach under him to slowly apply it. I’m afraid if I stroke him he’ll pop right there, he’s so hard and close. A small puddle of pre-cum has already formed on the floor directly under him.
He moans even louder when he realizes I won’t let him fuck my fist. His cock twitches and jerks in my hand, like a piece of living iron. When I finish applying the cream I strip off that glove.
Don’t need to accidentally do it to myself. I did that once, and now I’m very careful.
A fresh pair of gloves, and I take my time wrapping him with the leather cock strap, loving his plaintive whines as his situation grows even more desperate.
“Color?” I ask.
“Green, fucking green, goddammit please make me come!”
It’s adorable that he’s defaulting to thinking he has to wait on me to make it happen. At no time have I forbidden him to jerk off, but it’s like he automatically does what I want without me saying it.
He’ll be a damned fun ride when Jax finally lets me at him.
If.
If Jax lets me at him.
Because that’s not a done deal by any stretch of the imagination.
With everything ready, I strip off those gloves. Returning to Mal’s head, I crouch so I can stare into his eyes. “I’d like to strap you down, put the milker on you, and then sit here with my cock in your mouth until one of us needs to stop.”
He frantically nods. “Yes! Green, goddammit, yes!”
Standing, I scratch his head. “Good boy.” My erection is back in full force. That this pup isn’t even slightly intimidated by my size is another good sign.
The thought of his initiation comes to mind, imagining how eager he’ll be.
Then an unfamiliar shadow of jealousy creeps through me.
Shit.
I can’t let myself feel like that about him. Especially not right now, with his future uncertain.
I start at his feet with the straps and work my way up his legs, snugging them, watching him carefully.
He squirms, a delicious ball of sexy, needy energy. “Tighter!” he says. “Please!”
Far be it from me to deny a guy. I tighten them not as much as I could, but enough he can’t squirm his way off and get hurt. When I reach his head, I see he’s found the built-in handles. His fingers curl and flex around them. There’s a wild look in his eyes, a nearly feral energy, and that’s when it finally strikes me.
This is literally the first time in his life he’s ever been free to do whatever he wants, solely for himself.
Once he’s completely strapped down I cup his chin. “How are you?”
“Fucking horny and green and pleeeease do something!”
I take my time kissing him despite how he tries to ravage my mouth. But he has no leverage, no control, and I want to take my time.
He’ll never get another first experience like this. No matter how the situation might end, I want this memory to be the best of his life up to this point.
Conceited? I couldn’t care less. He’s survived a ton of shit so why not give him something good?
“I’ll do whatever I want to you all night,” I say. “And what I want is to see how many times I can make you come all over my cock with that gorgeous fucking mouth of yours, and how many loads you can swallow. I think my record for fucking when not in a mating rut is six in one night. Would you like to see if I can beat that?”
