Tarot's Touch by L.M. Somerton Page A

anywhere until Alex allowed it.
    Without warning, Alex bit into one nipple, then the other. Conor’s back arched and he gasped at the feeling—the sensation of sharp, delicious pain heightened by his lack of sight. He was intensely aware of the small ball inside him, rubbing, stimulating. As the head of his cock became more swollen, the metal ring tightened, pressing against his sensitized flesh. It was the most exquisite torture but when Alex began to flick his cock with sharp little taps, Conor’s whimpers of pleasure turned to yelps of frustration.
    Alex applied pressure until Conor bent his legs, then pushed them back. Conor felt the cool slick of lube around his exposed entrance. Alex took his time using two, then three, fingers to stretch Conor thoroughly. He found Conor’s prostate and applied a little pressure.
    “Do you think you’re ready for me, love?”
    “Yes!” Conor shouted his frustration. “Please! Now. I need you now .”
    He felt the press of Alex’s blunt cock against his entrance. Alex wasn’t talking now. It wasn’t going to be a soft and gentle penetration. Conor rested his calves on Alex’s shoulders and tried to relax as much as possible.
    “Fuck!” Conor’s scream as Alex slammed into him cracked his voice. It didn’t hurt too much. There was just a slight burn as Alex’s thick, hard length filled his channel completely.
    Alex pushed Conor’s legs back even farther, lifting his hips off the bed, allowing even deeper access then he began to thrust into him without mercy. His hands gripped tighter, thumbs digging into Conor’s thighs. Every push was accompanied by a grunt of satisfaction from Alex and a gasp from Conor as their bodies met. Every bounce of his cock sent jolts of pleasure into the very core of Conor’s body. He pulled against his bonds, fighting his own helplessness against Alex’s onslaught. Tears streaked his face, wetting the blindfold. When Alex came, he lunged forward so hard that Conor couldn’t stop his scream. The sweet pain, the inescapable pleasure, had him grinding his arse down as hard as he could. Alex’s gentle touch as he swiveled the hinge on the cock toy was too much. As soon as the little metal ball slipped free, Conor’s hot seed forced its way to freedom.
    Alex collapsed on top of him. “Holy fuck!”
    Conor enjoyed the weight pressing him down. He managed an exhausted chuckle. “Very apt. That was almost a religious experience.”
    “Only almost?” Alex complained. “I’m devastated.”
    “You’re heavy.”
    A hard kiss landed on Conor’s lips, and he responded willingly. Alex brushed stray strands of hair from his face then untied the blindfold but left the ties around Conor’s wrists. Next, he tackled the head ring around Conor’s now flaccid cock. He kissed his way up Conor’s body, licking both nipples as he passed.
    “Untie me, Alex! Stop it!”
    “No. You look just perfect as you are. I think I have a vibrating butt plug somewhere… What do you think?”
    “Don’t you fucking dare!” Conor scowled and pulled frantically against his restraints. “My arse has had quite enough attention for a while, thank you.”
    Alex trailed one finger across Conor’s heaving chest. “If I let you go, promise you won’t hit me?”
    “Hit you? I’m quite tempted to shoot you.”
    “I think we’ve both done enough shooting for one evening, don’t you?”
    Conor groaned at the appalling misuse of the English language and stopped struggling. Alex released him, albeit a little warily, and gave him a gentle kiss. “I love you so much.”
    Conor propped himself up on one elbow and chewed on his lip. “I know. I love you too.”
    Alex’s pale blue eyes gleamed. “Time for dinner. Then we still have work to do.”
    “Spoilsport.” Conor hit him with a pillow.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Alex and Conor drove to work together the following morning. Alex was behind the wheel, while in the passenger seat Conor stretched out his legs and