A/N: This following is 100% hardcore smut and can be skipped. It also contains the following: oral giving and receiving, edging,  PIV sex, and aftercare.

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Jake grabbed the syrup bottle and I could tell he was about to retaliate by covering my breasts. I intercepted the bottle as he brought it over and squeezed so the syrup escaped and dribbled on his thigh. He pulled back in surprise, then realised by the rules of the game we had started, I needed to clean it up first. He turned and leant back on the stool so I had easy access to crouch down between his legs. Keeping my eyes squarely on his, I slowly lapped up the syrup on his leg. Jake sucked his teeth and cursed under his breath while he fought the urge to intervene. The sticky liquid was stubborn so I put my mouth over the spill and ran my tongue back and forth over the worst of it until it was no longer sticky.

By then Jake had a raging erection between his legs. Resting his head on the arm propped on the bench, he picked up the syrup bottle and teasingly dripped syrup on the shaft of his cock with a grin. Without hesitation I took his penis in one hand, then licked and sucked his length until it was clean. Occasionally I sucked his balls lightly even though they were untouched just to see Jake's face twist. He dug his fingernails into his own thigh to stop himself from interrupting and let me have my way with his cock. I rewarded his patience by taking his entire length into my mouth, pushing him down the back of my throat and moaning against him. He gasped so sinfully for me that I couldn’t resist rubbing my clit while I sucked him off. He noticed I was touching myself while pleasuring him and he smiled so devilishly at me. I knew he could no longer keep out of it.

Jake gently pushed me back so he could stand up then with both hands he grabbed my head and slowly started face fucking me. I relaxed my jaw and let him push into my throat. With the euphoria of deep throating him, I fingered myself roughly, bringing myself dangerously close to climaxing, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed him.

Jake kept getting faster and rougher with his thrusts into my mouth. Fighting the gag reflex was getting harder, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted his cum so badly I started moaning with need, vibrating against his length. He cursed loudly, held my head tightly, then released ropes of hot cum down the back of my throat. My eyes rolled back. Never before had I been so happy to take a man's cum. Fuck, I would’ve taken another round from him immediately if he had it within him.

Jake pulled out and pulled me up to my feet. His eyes were so full of lust that there was no stopping him as he plopped my ass onto the bench top. He pushed the plates out of the way, knocking one off the other side and smashing it. He walked away, but I didn’t dare move from where he left me. He returned with zip ties in hand.

"Lie back," he ordered stoically.

I laid back on the island bench, my head rested on the marble top with just enough clearance before the edge. Jake walked around so he was above my head and motioned for my hands. I raised them obediently over my head with my wrists together. As I expected he zip tied them together, then he pushed my arms down over the end of the bench. With my elbows bent, he zip tied my wrists to the first drawer's handle. Helpless now to him, he roughly massaged my breasts with both hands and leant down to kiss me passionately. Leaving me gasping for air, he went around to the other side of the bench. I saw him pick up the syrup bottle and for a moment I was afraid he was going to use the entire thing. To my surprise, he was quite restrained and only lightly dribbled the syrup over my clavicles, circling around my breasts, across my stomach and down each thigh.

Resting his arm beside me, he leant over and started with my stomach. The syrup had fallen on either side of my navel so Jake had to take time to make sure both sides were clean. He had to hold my hips down to keep me from squirming as he licked my sensitive and sometimes ticklish areas. The occasional sucks though were the most torturous though and made my breathing hitch every time. He was slow and methodical, which was agonising.

After a while he climbed up on the bench to my right so he had an easier time cleaning my clavicles. Every now and then he snuck a kiss on my neck just below my ear. Then he drifted down between my breasts. He refused to touch either one until the area around was clean. Even then he only licked and sucked the soft flesh, avoiding the areolas completely. I arched my back out of sheer need for him to move on and he paused. 

"Someone is awfully impatient," he mocked. "What do you want? Me to give attention to these delectable tits?"

Jake's tongue ran a circle around my right nipple, then he lapped it up into his mouth. My body jumped at finally getting that attention it craved. While he sucked on my breast, his tongue flicked and rolled around my nipple. I was never one to orgasm from nipple play alone, but I was damned close to it from his relentless, never-ending cleaning. By the time he was swapping sides, my breathing was erratic and I was squirming to escape the overstimulation. Using his body weight, he held me down while he gave equal attention to my left nipple, if not more. Occasionally he would take the nipple between his lips and pinch or pull it, driving me insane. He had been going for at least 30 minutes by then and between my legs was a soggy mess of anticipation. My hips were bucking softly, needing him to give me proper release.

"Patience, my love," he mumbled and slid off the bench.

Jake repositioned the two stools for my feet to rest on each one to give him the best, easy access between my legs. He started at my right knee, lapping the syrup off my thigh so agonisingly slowly. He sucked and bit gently every now and then, just to change it up and make the torture last a while longer. Then he moved to the other leg, working even slower. By the time he had finished, I was out of my mind.

He knew exactly how crazy he had made me, which is why when he had finished and there was nothing left but my leaking mess, he delayed touching my sex for so long. Instead he brought his face close just to smell and appreciate my scent. I couldn’t take it any longer and started bucking my hips wildly, needing him to touch me so desperately. He loved it, he savoured the sight of my desperation as long as he could before my need started to wane.

He finally gave me what I desired with a long lick over my slit to lap up my wetness. With the second lick he pushed ever so slightly between my folds before spreading them with his thumbs. During the next lick he dipped into my entrance before moving up to my clit. I moaned loudly while my body convulsed, so desperately needing him to go faster. He started to suck on my clit to make sure it was nice and swollen for him to play with. His tongue rolled and flicked it back and forth, nearly bringing me to my orgasm, but he would pause when I got too close and waited for the urge to settle. Then he went back to torturing it some more.

When he grew bored of my clit, he moved onto tongue fucking me while his thumb idly rolled my clit. Again I came close to orgasming so he stopped and waited for me to settle, before continuing. After another round of edging, he went back to torturing my clit with his tongue, this time more aggressively rolling it around like it was his little plaything. I gasped and moaned while my eyes rolled back. I would’ve happily let him play with it forever if it meant staying on that incredible high. He slipped two fingers in suddenly and started rubbing at my g-spot. I cried out as my orgasm fought for its release.

"Hold it!" Jake demanded.

"I can't!" I gritted my teeth. "I am going to cum!"

Jake got up immediately, grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me. It was all too much and I came hard on him, harder than I ever came before. Jake cursed loudly at the feeling of me cumming around him. He thrusted in and out slowly to keep my orgasm flowing while his thumb rolled my clit. Wave after wave flowed through me in what seemed like a never ending cycle. I thought for sure I was going to pass out from the overload of pleasure, but I managed to hold on.

I didn't notice it, but Jake had pulled out and moved around to cut the zip tie that kept me restrained to the bench, leaving my wrists bound together. He helped me up and walked me over to the sofa, then bent me over the end. Before I really understood what was happening, he started railing into me from behind, slamming into my cervix with each thrust. I tried to speak, but it came out as gibberish as I couldn’t even form words anymore. I clawed at the cushion to try to hold on, but my attempts were in vain. Screaming out in pleasure, I came even harder than before around Jake. He followed shortly after, pumping another hot load into me while he cried out my name.

I was so overwhelmed, I could hardly think, much less move. Even after Jake pulled out and his cum dripped out of my pussy, I stayed motionless while draped over the sofa end. If it wasn’t for Jake picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom, I would’ve probably passed out there. Instead, Jake drew a warm bath for both of us in the oversized tub. Sitting down between his legs, I melted into the warm water. He took care to clean us of any syrup residue, then wrapped his arms around me to hold me close while we continued to soak in peaceful silence.