Sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself. But if this is only a one-time thing, I have to confess that I’d enjoy dominating Kimberly. I didn’t have my heart set on it before, but I think you’ve got a submissive side, Kimberly, and it would be an honor to explore that with you.” He rolled off the bed and entered a walk-in closet that Samuel estimated to be larger than his bedroom—Samuel’s family had money, and he’d benefited from a trust when he turned 20. His bedroom was generous by normal standards, but Nelson made him feel broke.
Samuel tried to distract himself, trying to remain calm. Nelson might have agreed that it was a one-night party, but Samuel wasn’t born yesterday; Nelson was going to push for more. Samuel couldn’t allow himself to share Nelson’s optimism that this would work out longer than that. One night with Kimberly was fine, but if they did it again, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. He’d want her, all of her… living together and celebrated anniversaries and the whole pathetic thing. That was for other people. Not for a man like him.
“Here they are!” Nelson emerged from the closet dangling a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. “See? Nothing hard core.”
Samuel looked at Kimberly. She wasn’t laughing, but she didn’t look convinced.
“I’m just going to put these next to the bed,” Nelson said. If you think you’d enjoy them, they’ll be close.” He lowered his voice. “It’d be a shame if I was balls-deep in you but had to stop to dig out toys,” he said, smiling wickedly.
Kimberly covered her mouth to hide a nervous giggle, and Samuel felt his cock slowly coming back to life. Whether she was coy or brazen, he loved her voice and her mannerisms. She was complex and smart and interesting.
And she hadn’t once looked at him like she was disgusted. At least, not yet. She hadn’t seen him sucking a man’s dick yet, hadn’t watched him take it in the ass and beg to be fucked harder.
He slid off the bed and stood next to Nelson. He moved in for a kiss, but Nelson pushed him back with one brawny arm. “Strip,” Nelson ordered.
Samuel removed his socks and boxers and stood nude for Nelson’s appreciation. The handsome man appraised him slowly, his attention lingering on Samuel’s cock, and Samuel snapped to full-mast. Nelson was measuring him, and Samuel knew he didn’t disappoint in that department. He was larger than average, and he knew how to use every inch.
Finally Nelson nodded, and he pressed his hand on Samuel’s shoulder. Samuel knelt in front of Nelson’s majestic body. Nelson was fully hard, and clear moisture beaded on the swollen head.
“Hands behind your back,” Nelson instructed.
Samuel obeyed. He could deep throat with the best of them. Maybe he hadn’t had many partners, but he’d made them count. He leaned forward and captured Nelson’s bobbing organ in his mouth. Inch by inch, he swallowed the shaft, keeping everything wet. Once he got his lips wrapped around the base, he began working in earnest.
“Yeah,” Nelson growled, his hand resting lightly on Samuel’s head. Nelson moved a few steps so that Samuel was backed up against the bed, cool wood behind his shoulders and the mattress behind his head and neck. A moment later, a pair of lovely, feminine legs appeared.
Nelson pushed into him, hard, and Samuel was pinned by the man’s cock. He closed his eyes and accepted this fate as Nelson repeatedly slammed himself into Samuel’s mouth.
Samuel slid his hands up Kimberly’s smooth calves. Her muscles were tense, so whatever Nelson was doing to her had to be good.
Samuel wished he could see it, but he also appreciated having his mouth used like this. He’d always had a fantasy about kneeling in front of a glory hole and sucking whatever poked through, but he lived in the real world, and he was far too levelheaded to chance catching something like that. This was every bit as good. Actually, it was better
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