Decoding Desires Ch. 07

"Yes, Sir," I pant, it's taking nearly everything I have not to just roll my hips and fuck him. It's a bad time, but it strikes me that nothing I ever did with Jace came close to this, to how this was making me feel.

Maybe Sir feels a change in my mood, or maybe he's just ready, but he pulls back slowly, redrawing my attention back to his throbbing member deep inside me. He pulls out slowly, and I cry out when he pulls out all the way, leaving me feeling too empty.

"I love how your ass is begging for me, Brat," he whispers, tracing the head of his cock up and down my crack in a way that should be illegal. He doesn't give me any warning when he plunges in again and I cry out in surprise. He pauses, his hand on my ass, waiting for me to let him know if I'm okay.

"You're so big, Sir," I say in my best Brat voice. "It would be terrible if you were to ram me hard with your big, strong cock."

He's purring above me, I love it when I can make him hum like he currently is. "You like this?" he asks, then buries himself deep.

"Yes, Sir, I need it. I need it more. Please, fuck me hard, Sir. Please."

"Fuck, Brat," he swears, pulling back again. He doesn't pull out this time, but slides back in a little more quickly. He pulls back again, then slides in faster. Pulls back, slides in faster again. Soon he's fucking me in quick, deep strokes, each thrust accentuated with a little gasp of pleasure.

"Yes, Sir," I beg. "Pound my ass, fuck me hard."

"I won't last if you keep taunting me like that," he promises.

I don't care. I forget again that I'm bound and struggle against my cuffs again and he chuckles, then grabs my hips on both sides and pulls me back into him until he's deep. I love how it feels when his balls slap mine, I want more. I don't even care if he lets me cum or not, I want him to fuck me so hard I can't sit. I want him to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before, I want it more than I ever thought I would.

He's fucking me fast, but not hard. He's being too gentle. I want it harder. I want him to fuck me like they do it on the discovery channel. Bloodhound gang quotes aside, I want it hard, and I want him to give it to me now.

"Sir!" I exclaim. "Harder."

He growls, then sinks deep again and pauses. "You're such a Brat," he whispers, tracing my spine with a finger before sinking his fingers into the flesh of my hip. He doesn't give me any other warning, he just pulls back, then slams his hips into mine.

"Oh fuck," I moan as he pulls back to do it again. He's so hard, he's the perfect shape to hit all of my best spots. "Oh fuck, yes, fuck."

"You like that? You want me to give it to you like that?"

"Fuck yes, Sir," I moan.

He chuckles. "Remember, you asked for this." He pulls back and slams into me again, and before I can recover he's already pulling back again. He isn't gentle, he's slamming his hips into my ass hard, thrusting into me faster than I can recover. I'm moaning and panting and I can't stop making embarrassing noises, and I can't touch myself. I can't do anything other than get pounded by Sir's perfect cock, and it's liberating.

"Sir, Sir, Sir," I'm panting as he pounds me hard. He's moving my body with each thrust, and it isn't long before my head bumps into the headboard.

His hips pause. "Hold up, Brat," he says when I rock my hips back into his majesty. "Hold up a sec."

"Hmm?"

"Get up, put your hands on the headboard so I don't knock your head into it."

"I don't mind," I say, lost to the pleasure of his throbbing in my ass. For the first time in my life I wish that my partner wasn't wearing a rubber, I want to feel as intimately connected to Sir, to Lee, as I can.

"Hands up, Brat," he says, smacking my ass. He pulls out of me and I'm whining from the loss of him. "I'll fuck you once you follow directions," he promises.

It takes a few seconds for me to remember how to move, then I'm up on the headboard, my ass jutting out for him to do whatever he wants to it. "Sir," I whine when I'm in position.

"Fucking beautiful," he praises. He climbs behind me on the bed and pulls me up farther, pulls me back into his body, then slides his beautiful dick between my ass cheeks.

"Fuck me, Sir. Cum, please, I want you to cum, please, Sir."

He pulls my face around and catches my mouth, then we are kissing so fiercely that my head spins. One of his hands leaves my chin and travels to his cock, then he's inside me and also kissing me, and I'm so close to coming that I sway. He's there, holding me, thrusting into me, supporting me, loving me.

The hand holding his cock lands on my cock as he sinks deep into me, and the noise I make is embarrassing. He chuckles in my ear, then pulls back, pushing me forward with his hand on my shoulder. He grips my shoulder hard and thrusts, and now his thick length is hitting all new spots. His hand starts moving on my own cock and I'm not going to last long, not with this kind of pleasure.

"Can I cum, Sir?" I gasp, growing infinitely closer with each of his hard, firm thrusts. My ass is sore, but also feels amazing. I have this feeling he could train me to just cum with my ass, and I want that to happen, but now I want to cum from this. "Gonna cum soon."

He pulls me back hard by my shoulder and thrusts into me, then starts rocking into my body like a man on a mission. He's grunting with the effort and I can feel the heat of his body on my back. His hand on my little man is timed perfectly and I'm so close I almost can't hold it in. "Sir! Gonna cum, Sir."

"That's right," he growls in my ear. "Cum for me, Brat. Come while I pound your ass, tied to my bed. Cum for me hard while I cum in your ass."

"Fuck, Sir," I growl, then I moan and thrash as my orgasm bursts, pressurized by my denied orgasm from the day before. "Sir, Sir, Lee, oh fuck, Lee, fuck." He's pounding me hard, frantically.

"You're so tight," he whispers as my second shot lands on his headboard. "Cody, fuck, you feel so good. Fuck." My ass is burning and he's pounding me hard and I'm coming so hard for him, then I feel him plant himself as deep as he can. His cock throbs in my ass and I know he's coming.

I'm not expecting it when he bites me on my collarbone, the other side than from yesterday, and I'm so fucking proud of myself and the bruises I'm gonna have that it prolongs my orgasm just a little bit. He's still thrusting, but it's slower, shallower strokes as he rides his pleasure.

"Lee," I whisper, resting my head on his headboard, sweat dripping from my brow but unable to wipe it away. "Love you, Lee. I love you." I'm totally embarrassed, but his fucking is like a truth serum. I can't stop myself from saying it.

He pulls back, then pulls out of me and I'm whining a little, my gaping ass wide open for him. It makes me stupid proud for no good reason. "You okay?" he asks, his hand on my left cuff. My hand is free in a jiff and he's already moved to the other side. He pulls me backwards and I fall into his lap, squeaking a little as my sore ass hits the bed.

"Better than okay," I tell him, snaking a hand around to grab his head. I pull him into a messy, sloppy kiss, but my hands are a little stiff from the restraints. "I've never been fucked so good."

He kisses me back. "Really?"

"Really," I confirm, leaning back into him. His chest is sweaty, and I suddenly wanna smell him. I wriggle around and push him down onto his back before he realizes what I'm doing. He doesn't resist me, maybe he's too tired, or just too high from his orgasm still, but he's putty in my hands at the moment.

I bury my face in his pits and it's heaven. "You smell so good," I say, resisting the urge to lick him. I've never done it before, but I suddenly want it a lot now. I don't say that, though, because I don't know if that would be weird. I just smell him and he wraps his arms around me, then hugs me close.

My exhaustion hits me as my post-orgasm endorphins drop and I'm drifting off to sleep. Lee must sense this, because he rolls me onto my side, off of his lap. I whine and he caresses my cheek, then kisses me on my cheekbone. "Get some rest," he says, stroking a piece of stray hair from my face.

"M'kay," I agree, cuddling into his side. He takes the condom off and ties it up, but my eyes are too heavy to keep open to see if he lands the toss or not.

He's tracing my shoulder with his fingers as he settles in next to me. I snuggle in, wrapping myself in his scent and he kisses my forehead, the whole thing so sweet I wanna melt and die right here.

He whispers something as I'm drifting off but I don't really catch it, something about not leaving, but there's no way I could leave now even if I wanted. I'm out before I can process it, feeling the most balanced and content I've felt in years.