Take My Breath Away by Ali Ryecart

Chapter Thirty-Two

JAMES

In the bedroom I drag the curtains closed and switch on the lamp because I want to see Perry, I want to see every glorious inch of him as he unravels under my touch. He’s dragging his clothes off, throwing aside his shirt, his jeans, chucking them to the corner. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs, ready to them pull down.

“No.”

He goes still at my command. Just inches from me, he’s close enough that I can see the questions in his eyes even though he does as I tell him.

I run my gaze over him, letting it come to rest at his cock. The hard ridge strains against the cotton of his underwear, outlining every inch, and I cup my palm over him, rubbing, kneading, stroking, running my thumb over his cockhead through the wet, arousal drenched cotton.

Perry pushes into my touch, like a cat seeking its master’s touch. He closes his eyes, and moans my name. My heart thuds deep in my chest as my own straining, aching, agonising cock demands attention of its own.

I squeeze down on Perry, his heat filling my palm as he thrusts into me, his hips pushing forward. He opens his eyes, so dark and glazed, and stares into mine. His breaths come fast and uneven, ragged and tattered.

“Want you to fuck me,” he rasps.

My mouth dries to sand as my heart swells, ready to burst.

“Want to feel you inside me, James. Want you to fill me up.”

“Whatever you want, baby, whatever you need.”

We’ve not done this. We’ve touched and teased, my mouth has tasted every inch of his body, I’ve made him come so hard I’ve reduced him to a quivering mess, but we’ve not done this.

He smiles, a slow lift of his lips, and even though he’s full of need and lust, there’s a sweetness to his smile that I can’t resist and I pull him in to claim that gorgeous mouth.

The kiss is wet, sloppy, and juicy, as my tongue finds every corner of his mouth, tasting caramel, chocolate, icing and the sweetness that is Perry himself. I could lose myself in this kiss for an eternity but the impatient, insistent thrust of his hips and the hard dig of his cock against my own is a desperate reminder of what he wants from me.

“On the bed, and take these off,” I whisper against his ear, snapping the elastic of his underwear and smiling as his body answers with a spasm.

I strip off, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor. My cock, long and hard, bounces against my belly. Tunnelling my hand, I stroke myself, shuddering at the drag of my foreskin, back and forward, and back again over the engorged head, glistening with precum. A strangled moan comes from the bed, and I lift my eyes to Perry. I swallow hard and have to press down at the root, because if I don’t I’m going to spill.

Beautiful. He’s so fucking beautiful.

Perry’s bent his legs at the knees and, spread wide, they hide nothing. His entrance taunts and teases, his hips thrusting upwards as he jacks himself with one hand, the other massaging his balls, and all the time his eyes are on me, never wavering, challenging me to give him what he needs so badly. And I could, I could do exactly that, now, this moment. I could give him everything he wants and everything he doesn’t know he wants. I could have him begging, unravelling, coming harder than he ever has before as he yells my name. But he’s going to have to wait.

He follows me with his eyes as I go to the beside cabinet, and retrieve a condom and a small bottle of lube. We don’t need them yet.

I climb on the bed, spreading his legs wider, covering his hand still working his cock, with my own. He rolls his hips high, the head of his perfect, beautiful shaft, pushing through our joined and fisted hands, dark, swollen and wet. My mouth waters at the sight, the need to taste him overwhelming.

Easing his hand away from himself, his shaft bobs against his belly, a thin strand of precum stretching out from the slit, and I push my face into the warmth of the short dark hair between his legs. He lets out a long, low moan, animalistic and primitive. I breathe him in deep, drenching my senses in his scent. His fingers find me, pushing through my hair, scraping at my scalp, and I smile into his musky heat, as I remember the blue silk scarf abandoned down in the kitchen.

“Where, what…?” he says, as I slip off the bed and cross the room to the wardrobe. “James? Oh.” His eyes widen as I find and hold up a silk tie.

Perry’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows. His hand finds his cock again, his strokes long and steady as all the time his eyes flit between me and the tie, as nerves, apprehension and excitement fight for dominance.

I trail the fine silk across his chest, over his belly, his muscles twitching and quivering as it brushes his skin. In the warm silence of the bedroom the only sound to be heard is Perry’s breath, shallow, rapid and ripped to shreds.

“Only if you want, baby. I’d never push you into anything you’re not happy with.”

I lift the tie up so it swings just above him; he follows it with his eyes, mesmerised by what it could mean. Licking his lips, he drags his gaze away to me, and smiles.

“Good boy,” I murmur, and his breath hitches. “But you’re going to have to let go of that gorgeous cock of yours.”

“You’re going to tie my wrists?”

“Hm-mm. Nothing heavy, and only if you’re sure?” I give him a steady stare, giving him another chance to know that every decision is his. I’m not into heavy play. Ropes, handcuffs, paddles, none of that’s my thing, but the feel of silk, loosely tied, is more a winding caress than it is a restraint. “More of a bow than a knot. You can release yourself at any time, I promise.”

He smiles, sweetness replacing hard edged lust.

“I believe you.”

My heart jumps.

Trust.

He’s placing all his trust in me, giving himself over completely to my protection, trusting me to be honest with him, trusting me not to hurt him and to keep him safe.

I’ll keep you safe, I’ll never, ever betray your trust…

His face swims out of focus and I blink hard to bring him back in.

Straddling him, I lean forward to kiss him. I take my time, letting him taste my promise. I could kiss him into forever and beyond. Perry’s nervous, I feel it in the light tremor running through his body, but he’s not the only one because my heart’s thundering, its erratic beat booming in my ears.

I guide his arms, taking them above his head. Crossing them at the wrists, I slip the tie around the heavy struts of the wooden headboard, threading it through and circling it around his wrists a couple of times in a loose restraint, before tying the ends in a bow.

“O…oh, oh yes,” he breathes, as I nuzzle into his neck, his back arching upwards. I shift lower, scraping my front teeth over the skin just above his collar bone. He squirms and hisses, as his body writhes.

“You bastard.” His moan is laced with laughter as he wriggles beneath my onslaught.

“But I’m being so nice to you. Very nice, like this.” I suck at the fine, thin skin along the edge of the bone, teasing it out, pulling it hard.

“No…” he cries, but it turns into a shuddering breath and a throaty groan as he rocks into me, dragging his needy cock over my own, sending a lightning strike to my balls and turning up the heat on my own need.

I take a breath, a tiny break to bring myself under some kind of control. I’m on the edge and all it would take is the smallest nudge to send me hurtling over with nothing but my own pleasure in mind. But this isn’t about me, this is all about Perry and the trust he’s placed in my hands.

My head’s clearer but only just, as I make my way down his body, meandering across his chest. It’s smooth, the skin creamy with a scattering of freckles linking the dark pink circles of his areolae surrounding the hard nub of his nipples.

They’re too good to resist, and I mouth one, and then the other, switching between the two, sucking hard and long as under me Perry gasps and whimpers and ruts into me, his cock iron-hard and hot, the head wet and slippery.

“Christ, James, you’re a fucking sadist,” he says, through gritted teeth, bucking with rising desperation into me.

I cast a look up at him, and Jesus, but it’s all I can do not to come here and now. Puffy, pillowy lips, damp and bruised looking; his face flushed and sweaty; hair glued to his brow; eyes brimming with dark storms. He looks wrecked, broken almost, and he takes every one of my breaths away.

Working my way down, across his lightly muscled stomach, nosing my way through the dark treasure trail leading down from his belly button all the way to the light covering of hair between his legs.

“James, please…” His name on my lips is little more than a plaintive whine as he rolls his hips, canting himself up in a frantic demand for me to give him release.

“Not yet, baby, not yet.”

He answers with a moan that’s almost a growl, and mutters words questioning the legitimacy of my birth, and I smile as I lick a long, wide stripe from the base of his cock to its weeping head.

Licks and kisses, sucking and tasting, nuzzling his length, breathing in the hot musk of his need. His cock could tempt an angel, but I’ve never been that. I shift and position myself between his knees. Grabbing a pillow, I push it beneath him, raising him up. Perry opens his legs, his entrance exposed and waiting. I look up and our gazes fix and lock. He smiles, full of faith and once again my breath catches knowing that he trusts me with every ounce of his being.

Running the tip of my tongue around the rim of his hole, the muscle responds with a nervy, fluttering pulse. I lick and lave, drenching him with my spit. With the tip of my tongue I press, advancing, retreating, advancing again, pushing forward a little more until I breach him.

Groans and broken sighs fill the air, and whether it’s me or Perry or both, I don’t know, as I push deeper and fuck him with my tongue.

Clenching my eyes closed, the darkness speckles with white pinpricks as I savour his bitter, musky heat. Withdrawing, I push his legs wider, opening him more, his taint and the tender skin of his hole wet and glistening. I breathe in deep as I push my face into him, licking, kissing, sucking, running my hands across his thighs, his hips, caressing his heated skin, wrapping a hand around his cock, riding him with my fist as he rides my demanding tongue.

I tear myself away. The need, overwhelming and irresistible, to be inside him, to feel his heat and the hard pulse of his muscles around my cock can no longer be held back, as unstoppable as a storm wave crashing onto the shore. My heart’s all but pounding through my ribs and my breathing’s out of control. Scrambling for the condom, I rip the foil off with clumsy fingers.

“We don’t need that.” His voice is rough and stops me in my tracks. He’s glaring at the condom between my fingers.

I hate the fucking things, but I’m scrupulous about my health. I should say no, that there’s no debate, that I never—

“Don’t we?”

He shakes his head.

“No. I’m on PrEP, but I got checked out too, a few weeks ago. I’ve got the all clear.” A flush further reddens his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He says the word so quietly it’s little more than a breath.

I let the condom fall from my fingers. With any other man I’d shake my head, but the man gazing into my eyes isn’t and never could be any other man as trust wraps itself around my heart and squeezes so tight it leaves me breathless.

“You’re sure?” I need him to be sure, and I hope to God he is. “Do you have that much trust in me?”

He nods, his eyes on mine serious and steady.

“I do. I trust you to be honest with me and not to hurt me. I’m surer than I’ve ever been.”

My heart jolts and I fumble for the lube, my hand shaking. Nerves, out of nowhere, are shredding me, and I make a mess slathering it over myself. It’s not just my heart that’s nervous. My cock has retreated a little, but some not so gentle persuasion gets him back on track. I glance up at Perry. His eyes are narrowed, and there’s wry amusement sitting on his lips.

“You poor old boy. Having a bit of difficulty?”

“This old boy can show you a thing or two.” I thrust into the tunnel of my fist with long, slow, teasing strokes, pushing soft groans out from between my lips.

Perry’s gone quiet. Lips slack, he’s breathing hard, all his concentration on the steady slip-slide of my hand.

Not so cocky now…

I trail my fingers, soaked with lube and precum, against his fluttering hole, ready to push in and—

“No,” he barks. “Not your fingers.”

It’s the only green light I need.

Lining myself up against him I push forward and Perry gasps as I breach the muscle. I stop. There’s no way I want to hurt him, and start to pull out.

“Fuck’s sake. I said—” He huffs as he glares up at me. “James, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break, no matter how hard you go.” His lips curve up into a dark smile as challenge gleams in his eyes.

Two can play at this game.

“You’ve got no idea how hard I can go. No idea at all.” I surge into him, thrusting deep, a primeval thrill shuddering through me as Perry’s cry fills the bedroom.

I thrust deeper, pushing into him, my cock pistoning. There’s no finesse, only basic and desperate need.

Our bodies ram into each other. His hips snap up, meeting every single one of my thrusts with an urgency and want that has him gasping for breath.

“Oh, Jesus,” I pant. “So good, so fucking good, so…” My words dissolve to gibberish mutterings.

Perry’s everything. His muscles clench my cock, so hot and tight it makes my head swim. I clamp and squeeze my hands to his bound wrists, with such force that in some tiny, and growing smaller by the second, clear and logical corner of my brain, I know he’ll be bruised in the morning. Possessive pride surges through me. The marks will be mine, because Perry’s mine.

Mine. Only mine.

I force my hips, harder and deeper, but it’s not deep enough and I hook his legs up and over my shoulders, damn near breaking in two this shy, sweet boy who can moan and gasp and fuck like a whore.

I’m deep, but still not deep enough. He’s crying out for me, demanding more, demanding harder. I shove his legs up some more, changing the angle and ramming his—

“Oh fuck. Fucking, oh, fuck, yes, yes, fucking yes!”

Laughing, crying, his head’s twisting from side to side. He’s pumping his hips up hard as I nail him over and over and over. And he’s still laughing and crying, and I laugh and cry too for the sheer fucking, amazing, out of this world joy of this, here and now, with this incredible man who I—

“I can’t hold on, I can’t—oh, God…” he cries.

Underneath me, Perry spasms as his frantic and hard rhythm falters, as he falls apart shooting his release, splattering our stomachs in hot creamy cum. Still laughing, still crying, he’s saying something but I can’t understand because all I know is that my own orgasm is crashing through me.

“Jesus.” I squeeze my eyes closed as fireworks explode in the darkness and I release, filling him up with my cum, emptying myself into him in wave after hot wave.

The bones in my body dissolve and I collapse, gasping for air as my lungs burn. Beneath me, Perry’s breathing is as out of control as my own, but there’s more, I can feel it even though I’m dazed and wrung out. I push myself up onto my forearms, but God alone knows where I find the strength, and open my eyes. My heart rate, already at danger level, skips a beat, as Perry gazes up at me with tears running down is face.

Panic surges through me.

“Perry? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“No,” he shakes his head. The tears roll down his face but he’s smiling, smiling harder than I’ve ever seen before. He’s alight with happiness. “You didn’t, you couldn’t hurt me, not ever. I’m just… Oh, I don’t know. God, you must think I’m an utter twat, crying when I’ve got nothing to be crying about. It’s never been like this, I’ve never felt…” He squeezes his eyes closed and turns away as though embarrassed by his outpourings.

I’ve never felt like this… about anybody. Except for you… Deep in my chest, my heart twists and tumbles, spins and somersaults as silently I finish his words for him, words that have become mine.

His arms are still stretched above his head. He’s not tried to pull himself free, even though he so easily could have done. It’s a sign of his trust in me. A light tug is all it takes for the bonds to slip from his wrists, and I gather him up, holding him close as his arms loop around me, floppy and loose.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.” I whisper the words, in between scattering soft kisses over his silky hair.

His heart’s beating fast and hard against my own, but wrapped in my arms his pulse calms and steadies, and I rub my cheek over the top of his head, telling him over and over that I have him. But it’s only half the story, because the other half is that Perry has me. He has my heart, every little piece of it. He’s always had it.

Our cooling bodies are sticky with sweat and more. He’s filled with my release, and I can’t help the flame of possessiveness that flares within me, the instinct basic and primitive knowing I’ve claimed him and made him mine. My lips twitch a smile. Take off the suit and shed the tie, and the caveman is revealed.

We should shower, and wash it all away, but there’s not the slightest chance I’ll let Perry escape my arms, not tonight. He’s fallen asleep, I can feel it in the steady rhythm of his breathing as soft warmth wafts against my neck where he’s nuzzled into me.

Slowly, carefully, I settle us both, and pull the duvet over us. He doesn’t move a muscle, and I close my eyes, more content than I’ve ever been as I let sleep claim me.