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His phone needed a thumbprint to unlock it, so I took it back to the bed, and used his thumb to unlock it, and then I looked for his camera app. It was different to the phone I’d had, but once I found it, I took a few photos of him lying there, exposed, aroused, beautiful.
Then I switched the app to video, and started it recording.
“I’m doing this so you can see our time together, Ryder. You missed it last time, but I won’t let you miss this. Thank you, for willingly letting me have you this way.” I moved and set the phone up on his bedside table, making sure to angle it so that it could see him and me. If he could gift me this time with him, then I could gift him with a video recording of it.
With the return of circumstances I found more familiar and comfortable, my confidence grew. I joined him on the bed, and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking up and downthe hot, silky length, watching it begin to weep with pre-cum. I smoothed my thumb over the head, and smeared the moisture, before leaning down and running my tongue from base to tip.
His taste was familiar, and as I slid my mouth over the head of his cock, and sucked it deep into my throat, I felt more of my confidence returning. I knew I could do it. I could take him, use him, and get off, and he’d given me that. Agift. The perfect gift.
Suddenly all I could think about was feeling that thick cock inside me again. I slid away from him, and quickly stripped off, taking a moment to catch my breath, before I climbed back onto the bed, and straddled his legs. I stroked his cock again, feeling it twitch in my grip.
Ryder let out a soft moan, and his head moved a little. I leaned over him, stroking his face.
“Ryder? Can you hear me, lover? Can you feel me stroking your dick for you? Does it feel good?”
He let out another soft sound, and his cock jerked in my hand.
I lowered my lips to his, savouring the soft pliant touch. If he’d been awake, he’d have taken my kiss, and turned it into his. He’d have drawn my tongue into his mouth, and his would have plundered my mouth. A surprised shiver ran down my spine, as I realised that I wished he would. Suddenly all I wanted was for him to be kissing me back. I licked at his lips, smiling at the sharp prickly sensation of the stubble surrounding them.
Reaching for Ryder’s cock, I positioned myself and began the luxurious slide down onto him, as my body enveloped him inside. Oh god. Yes. It felt just as good as I remembered, the perfect fit, stretching me just enough that it felt amazing sliding inside me. Just long enough that, when I was seated on him, it was almost too much, almost painful. Yes.
“Ryder, I wish you could open your eyes and see me as I sit on your cock, as I ride you. You’re magnificent. Beautiful.Your body is my fucking playground.”
I leaned down and kissed his lips again, then I licked my forefingers, and swirled them around his nipples, imagining him hissing with pleasure as I did it.
The first rise and fall onto him felt like heaven. Bliss. Rapture. He felt it too, and I know that, because his eyes suddenly opened and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
“Ryder?” I leaned over his face, and he blinked slowly, his eyes moving sluggishly. I lifted my hips and dropped down onto him again, and he groaned.
“How’s that, lover? Does that feel good? Can you feel my wet pussy around your cock? Can you feel me riding you?”
His eyes focused on me for a brief moment, maybe a second or so. He swallowed hard, letting out another groan as I took him inside me again. He wet his lips, and pulled at the cuffs on his wrists, and focused on me again for a brief moment.
“Your cock feels so good, Ryder. It’s so deep inside me. It almost hurts every time I land down, and take it inside me. You’re almost too big for me to take. Can you feel this?”
His eyes seemed to almost roll back in his head, and then he shook his head once, and his focus returned for a fraction of a second. I lowered my lips to his, and moaned when his lips parted, and I slid my tongue in, to kiss him. He made another sound, but he didn’t kiss me back. He wasn’t aware enough for that.
Some men come and go like this, and others stay out the whole time. I sometimes wonder if the Viagra has a stimulant effect, which counteracts with the GHB to a degree. I wouldn’t know, because sadly I have no medical training at all.
He faded out again, his eyes closing while I was still kissing him. Oddly, I felt disappointed. As much as I needed him, or any man, to be out of it and under my power, I wanted him aware. I wanted him to know I was riding him and enjoying him, and he was oblivious.
He still let out an occasional moan, so I knew he could feel, or felt it now and then. I leaned down on my hands, using the change of angle to stimulate my clit as I rode him, switching to a hip rolling motion to rub my clit against him as I moved. As always, my orgasm started building rapidly when I combined the friction with those deep, almost painful plunges inside me.
When I came, and waves of pleasure washed over me, I writhed against Ryder’s cock, and I felt it twitching inside me with his orgasm as Ryder let out a low moan, even in his unconscious state.
Exhausted and sated, I lay forward and covered his still, quiet body with my own, keeping him inside me, relishing the bizarre feeling of closeness that I felt, even with him still out of it and unaware.
Ryder
Iwoke slowly, feelinggroggy and confused. I took a few slow breaths, fighting a surge of nausea, and finally felt my stomach settle a little. My eyes opened, finding the room still lit, and the light burned at my eyes, making me hiss out a curse.
There was a weight on me, or was it just that I was so exhausted, or drained, that I couldn’t move? My arms wouldn’t move, and neither would my legs. Was I paralysed? Trapped?
I moved my head around, and saw dark hair; a head resting on my chest. I blinked against the fogginess in my brain. What the hell? Why couldn’t I move?
“Hey!” I hissed, pulling hard against the restraints on my arms. What the fuck!
The body draped over mine moved, and a face stared back at me. She looked startled, and a little pale, like I’d just woken her.
