Playing with Fire Page 4

  That drew a grin from him. “No—Jeff Stryker.”

  A groan rumbled out of my depths. “Figures. You a size queen, Petey-boy?” I clenched around the mass that was invading my body, relaxing when Pete slowly eased it out of me. I could still feel it, though.

  That grin didn’t alter one bit as he reached out and grasped my dick, sliding his hand from root to tip. “What do you think?”

  That was it, I’d lost it. I was tied to my neighbor’s bed while he slowly slid a dildo into me, and yet what was I doing? Feeling proud that he appreciated the size of my cock.

  Any further such reflections were swept from my mind when Pete slid the dildo back inside me with one long push and began to fuck me with it, picking up a little speed.

  “Relax,” Pete said, his hand rubbing over my belly before he wrapped it around my cock. “It feels better if you relax.” His hand sure felt better where it was.

  The fucking irony….

  I stifled my groans as he filled me to the hilt. “Do… do you know what… I do for a living?” I forced myself to relax, the burn starting to ebb away.

  Pete watched me, lips parted, his arm moving as he continued to fuck me with the dildo, moving faster, pushing it into me more firmly. “No,” he whispered. “Fuck, look at you.” His focus was my cock, a rigid pole of flesh, dark and throbbing.

  I grinned, hips rocking as I started to push down on the silicone log he was shoving into me with greater speed. “I’m a sexologist.” I arched my back, the friction building inside my hole, making me burn with need. “I advise people… on their sex lives.”

  Pete widened his eyes. “Oh, we are gonna have to talk about this, but not now.” He pushed the dildo into me, until I felt its balls against my ass. “I have something much more important to do.”

  I had to agree. “Yeah, like bring me off.” I glared at him, tugging against the cuffs. “Why the fuck have you stopped again? What you gonna do now—leave me here while you go make yourself a coffee?”

  That wicked grin flashed across his face before he reached behind him yet again. A tearing sound and then I was thanking God when Pete covered my aching cock with a condom. He swiped a slick hand over my rigid shaft. “Yeah, that got your attention, didn’t it? Not complaining now, are you? Not now you see what’s coming.”

  My ass was still stretched, full of that fucking silicone beast. “You just gonna leave it in me?”

  Pete nodded, shifting until he was astride me, his ass so hot against my dick. He knelt up, reaching behind him, and Jesus, I wanted to see. Wanted to watch him sink those fingers into his own ass as he got himself ready for my cock, his hole glistening and pink like I remembered it. Remembered sinking my dick into that tight little hole, while he hung from my St. Andrew’s cross…

  Christ, was that only a week ago?

  He pulled his asscheeks apart and I pushed up, sliding my shaft through that furry crack. Pete rolled his hips sinuously, his breathing speeding up as the head of my dick rubbed over his hole. “C’mon,” I groaned. In that moment the cuffs were all but forgotten. Fuck, I wanted in.

  He grabbed my shaft and there it was, that hot little hole, just begging for me to thrust up into it. I gritted my teeth, rocking up off the mattress impatiently. Pete tightened his grip on my dick and locked eyes on me.

  “This is mine for the morning, you got that?”

  I snorted. “Only because I can’t get my hands on you.”

  He smiled. “I’ve been thinking about this all week, ever since you fucked me. Thinking about how I could get this gorgeous cock in my ass again.” He cocked his head. “You got any idea what it did to me, watching you stretched out in your back yard, this furry bod all glistening with sweat while you played with yourself?” He tugged on my dick before reaching lower to squeeze my balls.

  I growled. “When I get outta these cuffs….” My ass clenched and I groaned as it tightened around the solid mass he’d left in there.

  Pete pulled a face. “Aw, poor Damon. At least I’m gonna be nicer than you were to me.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He grinned, holding my cock steady against his hole, and leaned forward to whisper. “You won’t get punished for cumming.” Then he rocked back and sank down onto my rod, impaling himself and burying my dick balls deep in the tightest ass I’d ever known.

  “Jesus fuck!” The speed of it left me gasping. Shit, every inch of my cock was in that snug little hole. “Goddamn, that feels fucking good.” I shuddered when he slowly lifted himself up, my hands clenching into tight fists at the sight of him. My fingers ached to be pressing into his hips while I brought him down slam onto my cock. But all the breath whooshed out of me when he sat back down and I filled him to the hilt.

  “God, yes,” he moaned, rocking on top of me, hips rotating while he fucked himself on my shaft. His cock was like stone, a solid arrow pointing to the ceiling, leaking copious amounts of precum. God, I wanted to touch it. I planted my feet flat on the mattress, legs spread, and tilted my hips to fuck up into him, moving with him. “Yeah, like that,” he shouted, leaning back into it, the long line of his body stretched out, belly taut, nips hard little nubs standing proud. He grabbed my thighs and balanced himself while I thrust into him, his head thrown back.

  Fuck, the heat of him, searing my dick, his body wrapped around it so tight, so snug, that I wanted to lose myself in the sensations for fucking ever. My hips rocked up faster, my body hurtling toward the orgasm I knew was imminent. This was it, finally, after being so fucking close….

  Pete pulled himself upright and stared at me, his upper body still while he rolled his hips fluidly, undulating on my cock, so goddamn sensual that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He reached behind him and I groaned when he tugged at the dildo, just enough that I felt it. Pete shoved it back into me, panting. “How’s that feel?” His chest gleamed with sweat. “You like that? Me fucking your hole while you fuck mine?” He moved his hand faster, the dildo slamming farther into me as I fucked him harder, shoving up into him, hips snapping.

  “Fuck, yeah,” I gasped. I couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. I didn’t want it to stop.

  Except that was when lightning zapped down my spine into my balls and I shot my load into the condom. I pushed my head back into the pillow, mouth wide, straining against my bonds while my balls emptied themselves into the latex. My whole body tingled, heat pulsing through me as I pulsed cum into him. The muscles in my thighs trembled and my belly quivered, my ass clenching around the dildo that was still wedged inside my hole.

  Pete shivered, hands on my chest, his head bowed. “I feel that. Fuck, I feel your dick throbbing inside me.” He rocked slowly, bending lower, his mouth right there and I took it, welcoming the kiss. I eased down, moving with him, my tongue between his lips, savoring the taste of him while my cock pulsed the last of my cum into the condom. Pete returned the kiss, still hungry for it, moaning softly into it as his movements grew less frantic. Tiny bursts of electricity jolted through me, the last of my orgasm, and I lay quiet, my dick still inside him, the dildo in me.

  Slowly, Pete lifted himself off of my still half-hard cock, and a sigh shuddered out of him. I glanced at his dick. Even in my restrained condition, I prided myself on being a generous lover. I’d just shot my load, after all. “You haven’t come. Want some help with that?”

  He nodded, and clambered off me. I lay still, biding my time, anticipating my freedom. I’d give him his climax—that was only fair, he’d worked me up into one hell of an orgasm—but then all bets were off. I was already planning my revenge, starting with a paddling he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. And that was nothing compared to what else I had in store for him.

  Only he didn’t unlock the cuffs.

  “Pete?” I pulled against the restraints, the muscles in my arms and legs tensed. “Come on, you’ve had your fun. Get me out of these. And get that dildo out of my ass.”

  Pete moved until he was kneeling once more between my spread legs. He
removed the condom and bent over my cock, cleaning it with his tongue. I shuddered, the head sensitive as always. When he took me into his mouth, I groaned. “I’d forgotten what a good little cocksucker you are.” My dick was already taking an interest. “You could do that when I’m out of the cuffs, you know.” Yeah, with my hands on his head while I fucked his mouth good and hard.

  He gave my cockhead a final lick. “Let me deal with this first.” The feel of his fingers on my shaft and balls as he eased the cock ring off, was yet more inducement to send the blood heading south.

  “Okay, now the cuffs?” His reluctance to remove them was beginning to worry me.

  Pete lifted his head and something in my belly rolled over at the sight of that evil fucking grin. My breathing quickened when he held up another condom packet. “I’m not done yet,” he said, eyes gleaming.

  I laughed out loud in relief. “Christ, Petey-boy, even I can’t work miracles. You might have to wait a while until I get it up again.”

  Pete shook his head. “It’s not for you.” He tore open the wrapper—and gloved up his own granite cock. “Now it’s my turn.” My stomach grew taut as he slowly pulled the dildo from my ass. Pete’s grin widened. “You’re nice and stretched for me.” He smacked his heavy dick against my still aching balls, and I winced. “Not that I’ll last all that long once I’m inside you.” He shifted closer, hands on my thighs, spreading me wider, until I felt the head of his cock against my loosened hole. “You’re slick in there, ready for me.”

  I tensed, muscles tightened, until it hit me. It’s going to happen, so don’t waste energy fighting it. Because when he’s done… Revenge would be so fucking sweet.

  Not to mention the part of me that had liked how the dildo had felt. Like I’d tell him that.

  I locked eyes with him. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then get on with it.” I flashed him my coolest smile. “Just be prepared for the consequences.”

  Pete’s smile tightened. “Too late. I’ve already sold my soul to the Devil.” He gripped my thighs and slowly, so fucking slowly, entered me in one long, smooth thrust, closing his eyes as he bottomed out. “Oh my fucking God, how you feel…”

  All notions of revenge fled my mind as my attention focused on the dick that was filling me, because Damn, it felt good. Peter began a slow in and out motion, his thrusts deep and even. He leaned over me, arms locked at the elbow as he rocked into me, his lips parted, his breath warm on my face. It was slow, gentle, careful, even tender—and the pace was killing me.

  I didn’t want slow and gentle. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to still be feeling it next fucking week.

  I clenched my ass tight around his dick, bearing down as he thrust into me, purposefully driving him toward the edge. I spread my legs as wide as the restraints would allow, so that he got deeper. But still he kept up that unhurried pace, hips rolling, his eyes focused on my face, his breathing rapid. And Christ, the friction…

  Then I got it. This was more payback. Hadn’t I teased him just like this, until he’d begged me to fuck him?

  Fuck it. If it got me what I wanted, what I needed—me out of those cuffs, Pete over my knee and me paddling his bare ass—then I’d beg.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded. “Come on, Pete, plow that ass. Fuck me like you mean it.” I glared at him. “You got what you wanted, right? Me at your mercy, unable to resist?” I yanked at the cuffs. “See? I’m going nowhere, so why don’t you just pound my hole like you know you want to?”

  Pete stilled inside me, and the silence that followed had all the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, and shivers tripping the light fantastic up and down my spine. He covered me with his body, sweat dripping off of him onto my chest, and pressed his forearms into the pillows on either side of my head. His face was barely inches away from mine.

  “And what if that’s not what I want?” The quietly uttered words were followed by a kiss that was nothing like the earlier brutal collision of lips, teeth and tongues. This was slow, deliberate, an exploration, while he began a languid stroking of his cock in and out of my ass with long, even thrusts. Only now the head of his dick was sliding over my gland. Every. Fucking. Time.

  Each nudge over that spot sent wave upon wave of pleasure crashing through me, making my cock jerk against my belly. His skin was damp, his sweat mingling with my own, making everything slicker.

  “This is what I want,” Pete whispered against my mouth. “I don’t want to hammer your ass in one frenetic thrust after another.” His hips rocked into me just that little bit faster, losing his rhythm as he picked up the pace. “I want to feel everything, every inch of you around my dick as I fuck you.” Faster, thrusting harder, going deeper. Pete’s breathing became shallow, escaping in short bursts. He grabbed hold of my shoulders, anchoring himself while he fucked me, eyes still locked on mine.

  I wanted to whine at him, snarl, tell him to get the fuck on with it, but those sweet waves of pleasure were rippling through me, sending a rush of heat spreading to my extremities. My toes curled, my arms were taut, the muscles tensed, my belly hard, and still he pushed me closer to another climax. His fingers dug into my shoulders, deep into the flesh, providing a welcome edge of pain.

  That was better. That was what I knew, what I could deal with. “Come on, come on,” I urged him, as he began to piston-fuck me, hips snapping. Pete groaned, body stiffening as he thrust deep inside me. I felt it all the way through me, reverberating deep into my balls, zapping along my cock. Spunk shot from my dick, a couple of spurts that hit my abs and were instantly smeared over both of us when Pete’s body sank onto mine, his head dropping to my shoulder.

  His breathing was harsh and loud in my ear, brief twitches shaking him while he throbbed inside me, the sweat on my skin cooling. I lay beneath him, my own tremors ebbing away, feeling his body move with each rise and fall of my chest. That longed-for satiation spread through me in a slow current as my breathing and heartbeat returned to their normal pattern.

  It wasn’t long, however, before he shifted position, his cock slipping from my hole as he sat up, the condom white with his cum. He leaned over toward the nightstand and the next thing I knew, my wrists were freed. Pete got down from the bed and unlocked the cuffs from around my ankles. He rubbed the skin briskly, his gaze flickering toward my face. “Are you okay? No numbness or anything?”

  His concern took the edge off my desire for immediate retribution. “Yeah, no harm done.” I sat up and glanced at my chest and belly, sticky with sweat and cum. The first thought to flash through my mind was to make him clean it up with his tongue. That got me smiling. A fitting punishment that would definitely do for starters.

  Before I could utter a word, Pete walked around to the side of the bed and lowered himself to his knees. He bowed his head, hands behind his back. “I’m ready for my spanking now.”

  For a moment I gaped at him, overtaken by the unexpected turn of events. When he lifted his chin and grinned at me, I quickly regained my composure. I got off the bed and stood in front of him, arms folded across my damp chest, feet planted wide, my cock still sticky with cum. I stared down at him, not believing the contrite posture for one second.

  “You think you’re gonna get away with a spanking?” I snorted. “Boy, that’s just the beginning.”

  His eyes flashed. “I was sort of counting on it—Sir.”

  Looks like somebody wants to play. I grinned. Pete had just opened up a big can of whoopass.

  CONSEQUENCES

  Pete knew there’d be payback and he’s ready to take his punishment. But what Damon comes up with is so not what he expected...

  CONSEQUENCES

  I took another look at my watch. Seven o’clock. Where the fuck is he? Damon’s text had been specific: six-thirty, the back alley past Montgomery Street, wait by the red dumpster. Don’t. Be. Late. The incongruity was the instruction to come smart-casual. To do what? Hang around in an alley?

  Not that I was all that worried. I doubted we’d be staying there lo
ng. Damon had to have some other destination up his sleeve, right? Maybe he intended taking me to some sleazy, kinky club where all the men wore leather boots and caps and little else, their feet propped up on the backsides of their slaves who knelt, buck naked, oiled and collared…

  Fuck. Talk about my mind running away with me. Get a grip, Pete. Still, it was a great image, the thought of leather daddies in assless chaps, their rigid dicks receiving exquisite tongue attention from their naked boys…

  There I went again, my dirty little mind shifting into overdrive.

  You don’t know what he has planned. Come on, this is Damon, for Christ’s sake. The same Damon who’d let me stew for three fucking weeks. One minute I was kneeling beside my bed, expecting the wrath of Damon to descend, anticipating whatever evil, raunchy payback he had in mind for my little scheme, and the next? His phone rang, he leaped up and grabbed his clothes from where I’d left them on the chair, and then he was out the door. I’d spent the rest of the day waiting for the ax to fall, but heard nothing. Then I’d found the note he’d shoved into my letter box, telling me he’d be away for a while, and would I water his yard?

  Water his fucking yard? Really?

  That certainly didn’t feel like payback. ‘A while’ had turned into three weeks, with not a single word from him. But yeah, you can bet I’d watered his yard.

  I wouldn’t have dared do otherwise. Though it was tempting to use my dick as the hose. I didn’t, of course. Because if Damon had come home to find all his plants dead and the yard stinking of piss, I think I’d have ended up six feet under it.

  Another glance at my watch. Twenty seconds later than the last time I looked at it. But after another ten minutes and still no Damon, I started to get antsy. I mean, standing in an alley, dressed in chinos, a button-down shirt and a jacket, the air filled with mouthwatering smells, pumped out of nearby vents…