wiggle down on his fingers a bit. "S'okay, baby. I'm ready."
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Gemini
by Chris Owen
He looks at me for a long moment and jabs his fingers in deep, twisting a bit. Makes me cry out, and then he grins.
"Yeah, okay. Climb on."
I laugh and gasp at the same time, lift my hips up so I can get in the right place. I sink onto him, not as smooth as I'd like, but it's been a while since I've bottomed from the top, so to speak. He's good to me though, doesn't move until I'm all the way down on him, and then he just shimmies his hips a little, enough to make us both groan.
"Okay, now wait a sec," I say, holding up the gift I got him.
He nods, hands on my hips, eyes on the prize.
"Paul. Stop looking at my cock."
"No."
I sigh and tug on his nipples.
"Jesus!" He bucks up and we both freeze, panting.
"Don't do that!" I tell him.
"Then don't do that!" he says back.
When we can both breathe without fear of shooting, I wave the parcel in front of his face. "Now, this isn't the best there is, baby, but it's a start. Hope it drives you nuts."
He pries his hands off my hips and takes the present from me, looking me in the eye. "Sure it will. It's from you, yeah?"
"I drive you nuts?"
"Only in the best possible way, of course."
"Of course. Open it."
He rips the paper off and looks at the plastic bag, turning it a little. He makes an appreciative noise and shimmies again.
"This what I think it is?"
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Gemini
by Chris Owen
"Uh huh."
"Put it on me." That's possibly the first time I've heard Paul give an order. It's certainly the first time I've heard that tone of voice, and my hands need no help from my brain before they're reaching out and dumping the silver chain onto his stomach.
It's a light chain, nothing fancy. It's smoother than mine, has a bit more style, but it's nothing like what I want to see on him. It's got clasps at both ends so it can come off easily, and it only takes about three seconds before I have it on his left nipple. I pull it gently and his eyes roll.
"Gent."
I chuckle and attach it to the right as well, then start to play. I have every intention of making him crazy, of torturing him until he fucks me hard, and I get off to a good start. His hands fly back to my hips and his eyes close tight, curses flowing from his mouth as he gasps and moans.
There is, however, one little flaw in my plan, and I don't see it until his eyes fly open and I see the devil in him. I barely have time to squeak before he lets go of my hips and nimble fingers tug at my own chain, dangling so invitingly in front of him.
From then on it's kind of a blur. There's swearing from both of us, a series of sounds that mean "Oh God, yes!" and my yelling for him to fuck me. We're grinding and thrusting and I've got his chain in one hand and my cock in the other and he's begging for me to stop or do it harder and for me to come. I don't think I can wait for him.
54
Gemini
by Chris Owen
He's huge in my ass, pounding up as I slam down and every twitch of my nipple chain is sending jolts to my cock and ass and I can just feel it everywhere. He's arching off the couch, and I'm tugging at his chain, and I know he's feeling it too.
"Jesus, Gent," he whispers. "Just come for me. Come on me, wanna see you shoot, want it to hit my face—"
I lose it. Just fucking lose it, my dick spasming and come flying out of me, scorching trails on his chest and neck, and there's a line of it across his mouth. He licks his lips and I can feel his cock throb in my ass, feel him come in me.
He's beautiful in silver chains.
* * * *
Eventually we come down a bit and take a shower. We're both a little loopy, so we have the rest of the wine I used in the sauce, and when my hair is dry I call for a cab. It's not too late, only about ten-thirty or so, which means Jamie should still be awake if we're lucky.
On the way out of the building I remember I haven't checked my mail in about a week, so I grab it from the mailbox as the cab pulls up and stuff it in
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Gemini
by Chris Owen
He looks at me for a long moment and jabs his fingers in deep, twisting a bit. Makes me cry out, and then he grins.
"Yeah, okay. Climb on."
I laugh and gasp at the same time, lift my hips up so I can get in the right place. I sink onto him, not as smooth as I'd like, but it's been a while since I've bottomed from the top, so to speak. He's good to me though, doesn't move until I'm all the way down on him, and then he just shimmies his hips a little, enough to make us both groan.
"Okay, now wait a sec," I say, holding up the gift I got him.
He nods, hands on my hips, eyes on the prize.
"Paul. Stop looking at my cock."
"No."
I sigh and tug on his nipples.
"Jesus!" He bucks up and we both freeze, panting.
"Don't do that!" I tell him.
"Then don't do that!" he says back.
When we can both breathe without fear of shooting, I wave the parcel in front of his face. "Now, this isn't the best there is, baby, but it's a start. Hope it drives you nuts."
He pries his hands off my hips and takes the present from me, looking me in the eye. "Sure it will. It's from you, yeah?"
"I drive you nuts?"
"Only in the best possible way, of course."
"Of course. Open it."
He rips the paper off and looks at the plastic bag, turning it a little. He makes an appreciative noise and shimmies again.
"This what I think it is?"
53
Gemini
by Chris Owen
"Uh huh."
"Put it on me." That's possibly the first time I've heard Paul give an order. It's certainly the first time I've heard that tone of voice, and my hands need no help from my brain before they're reaching out and dumping the silver chain onto his stomach.
It's a light chain, nothing fancy. It's smoother than mine, has a bit more style, but it's nothing like what I want to see on him. It's got clasps at both ends so it can come off easily, and it only takes about three seconds before I have it on his left nipple. I pull it gently and his eyes roll.
"Gent."
I chuckle and attach it to the right as well, then start to play. I have every intention of making him crazy, of torturing him until he fucks me hard, and I get off to a good start. His hands fly back to my hips and his eyes close tight, curses flowing from his mouth as he gasps and moans.
There is, however, one little flaw in my plan, and I don't see it until his eyes fly open and I see the devil in him. I barely have time to squeak before he lets go of my hips and nimble fingers tug at my own chain, dangling so invitingly in front of him.
From then on it's kind of a blur. There's swearing from both of us, a series of sounds that mean "Oh God, yes!" and my yelling for him to fuck me. We're grinding and thrusting and I've got his chain in one hand and my cock in the other and he's begging for me to stop or do it harder and for me to come. I don't think I can wait for him.
54
Gemini
by Chris Owen
He's huge in my ass, pounding up as I slam down and every twitch of my nipple chain is sending jolts to my cock and ass and I can just feel it everywhere. He's arching off the couch, and I'm tugging at his chain, and I know he's feeling it too.
"Jesus, Gent," he whispers. "Just come for me. Come on me, wanna see you shoot, want it to hit my face—"
I lose it. Just fucking lose it, my dick spasming and come flying out of me, scorching trails on his chest and neck, and there's a line of it across his mouth. He licks his lips and I can feel his cock throb in my ass, feel him come in me.
He's beautiful in silver chains.
* * * *
Eventually we come down a bit and take a shower. We're both a little loopy, so we have the rest of the wine I used in the sauce, and when my hair is dry I call for a cab. It's not too late, only about ten-thirty or so, which means Jamie should still be awake if we're lucky.
On the way out of the building I remember I haven't checked my mail in about a week, so I grab it from the mailbox as the cab pulls up and stuff it in
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