[ 14. Last Hoorah III ]

I tried to do as he told me, I really did, but it was hard to relax when there was seven inches—at least—of cock invading my sinuses. He let up, giving me a break from getting face-fucked by just letting me go at my own pace. That helped, I'd assume, because soon there were two fingers inside of me.

"So, so tight," Hayes muttered, leaning over to get a better look. I hadn't expected this to be what he was like in the bedroom. My stomach clenched as he fingered me, his eyes focused on the action. "So fucking sexy."

When he felt I was prepped enough, which was more than necessary, he backed off of my face. I gasped for air and threw my head back, thankful that was over. I liked sucking dick, but that was work. "Fuck you for that," I spat out between heaving breaths.

"Don't act like you didn't like it," he laughed, kneeling at my bottom once again. I rolled my eyes and stared at the ceiling, waiting rather impatiently for the main event. "I hope you don't forget my rule."

"Yeah, whatever."

Hayes stopped moving, his cock now dripping with lube and pre-cum onto my hole. "I'm sorry, would you like me to stop? I can go finish myself off and leave you here," he said and I felt my stomach fall. I would rather die now than have that happen. "Is that what you want, Vinnie?"

"No," I muttered.

"Then lose the attitude," he said, pushing on my thighs. I was nimble, but not flexible. "Ready?"

I nodded, then thought better of it. "Yes."

He lined up and I could feel the pressure, burning like the fire between us tonight. Hayes was looking down, his face the epitome of unbridled focus and desire. I bit down on my lip, waiting for the pain to subside so I could enjoy this as much as I could.

"Fuck," Hayes muttered and I let out a puff of breath, watching his expression change from determination to awe. His jaw fell open slightly, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes closed. He pushed all the way into me and paused, taking a moment to get me used to his width.

I wished I could use my hands. It was something I'd never thought much about until it was taken from me, but I loved to touch during sex. I liked to grab and pull and scratch and caress. With my wrists bound, I was powerless. Hayes was hot and experienced and knew what was going on, not to mention he seemed to like to please me just as much as he was, but it left something to be desired. I wished I could grab his hair, or push him around.

He grabbed my cock that was leaking on my stomach and started jerking me. I let out another moan of surprise. While Hayes began to find a comfortable rhythm pumping in and out of me, I desperately wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer. My toes curled, jaw clenched, and I felt like I was already coming far too close to the edge.

His hand stopped. "Nuh-uh," he said, hips still moving slowly.

Hayes shifted so he was slightly to my left. My eyes screwed shut when I felt him find that familiar spot inside, hitting it effortlessly. Wild, untamed fire spread over my body and I started yelling out unintelligibly. He didn't let up, continuing to slam my prostate, sending me into a frenzy.

"Please, touch me," I begged. "Please."

He ignored me, instead pushing my left leg off of him and back against my chest, before bringing it to meet my other one so I was turned almost onto my side. I looked up at him, finding his eyes trained on my body while he fucked me.

The friction of my cock hitting my hip and the mattress and the top of my thighs was driving me crazy. "Hayes, please," I cried again, tugging at my wrists.

"Are you gonna cum from just this?" he asked, pulling out almost completely before banging into me full force, repeating the action a few times. "Thought you'd have better control than that, little thief."

"I'd rather not, but you won't fucking touch me," I snapped back. "If my hands weren't tied, I'd—Jesus Christ."

He interrupted me by increasing his speed. I turned my head and yelled into the pillow, biting down in an attempt to suppress it. Hayes grabbed my throat again with one hand, a nipple in the other. I whined childishly, meeting his eyes in some sort of desperation.

I was seriously going to cum from—

He stopped and pulled out. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I all but yelled.

Hayes ignored my lamenting and leaned over to the nightstand again, still half on top of me. I subconsciously ground against him, hopelessly trying to regain some friction. He chuckled, low and deep, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hold still," he muttered and before I realized what he was doing, he sliced the zip-tie on my burnt wrist. I let out a sound of relief, hugging it to my chest. While I was still half tied, I felt like a weight had been lifted in a sense. Never one to let me relish in a small victory for myself, he spoke again. "That wasn't for you."

Then I was flipped onto my stomach, crushing my wrist below me. I gasped, face in the pillows, as he positioned himself behind me. He nudged my knees forward so I was more spread out for him and pressed his palm down on my back.

"Your ass is ridiculous," he mumbled, taking two handfuls as I pushed myself up with one hand. "God, Vinnie. If you could see yourself right now."

I felt the head of his cock near my hole again and I tensed. "Enough talking," I grumbled over my shoulder. I should have expected he'd wrap another hand around my throat and pull me closer. I felt him bite my shoulder and he spit down between our bodies, then sunk back into me.

A strangled sound came from my throat, but the pressure cut it short. He fucked me slow, fitting into my body at a much deeper angle. I subconsciously pushed back into him, feeling him find that spot and send electric shock through my core. The wrist still bound to the headboard served as an anchor so I could push myself into a kneeling position, finally catching a sense of reprieve to touch myself.

Or so I thought. Hayes ripped my free hand away from my cock and pinned it to my back. "Fucking hell—why?" I cried, still getting fucked. He was no longer choking me, instead just holding me steady—and hostage—while pounding into me. "Please, Hayes."

"Be patient and keep taking my cock," he said, his voice gruff and unrecognizable in my ear. A chill ran down my spine and I arched my back, whining like a disappointed puppy. The longer he fucked me, the closer to the edge I was slipping. "Tell me, Vinnie. How does it feel?"

I didn't say anything, just fell into the rhythm as my mind went blank, the penetration feeling so good and so satisfying that I couldn't possibly respond.

Hayes dropped his lips next to my ear and nibbled on the lobe. "Tell me."

"I..."

"Go ahead."

"It's good," I choked out, the only coherent response I could come up with. "Really good. I'm gonna—"

For the millionth time, he stopped. It was really starting to piss me off. Of all the things he could have been into, he had a thing for edging? I groaned, half in pleasure and the other half in frustration. "What's wrong, little thief? Were you going to cum?" he asked condescendingly.

"Yes," was all I said.

"You might be hot, but you're a terrible listener," Hayes chuckled. "Turn back around."

I shivered, but did as he said anyways. "This is my dying sex fantasy. Why can't I decide when I can and can't fucking cum?" I snapped, settling on my back once again, starting to lose feeling in my wrist above my head. This time, at least, I had my other hand. On my knees, I didn't have many places to put it—before he took that from me, too.

"Because I'm not the one who's tied to the bed right now," he replied like it was nothing. "And I'm not the little bottom bitch begging to get fucked harder. So there's that."

"I was only begging because you wouldn't touch me. I think that's good enough cause for begging."

He smiled again, teeth and all. I really liked his smile.

Hayes grabbed my free hand and placed it on my cock, giving me a nod as a go-ahead. I didn't wait and started stroking myself at a decent pace, gaze caught up with his brown eyes. I didn't even care when he took my ankle and swung it over his shoulder with the lube in hand, wetting the both of us.

He reentered me easily. Between his cock and my hand, I was already feeling the incline begin. We moved at the same speed. I moaned loudly and proudly, unashamed and feeling so good it wasn't even real. Hayes breathed heavily, holding my leg by the thigh while the other hand pushed his hair back.

"So tight and wet," he mumbled, staring down at my body. Not just my ass, but my chest and arms and face. Our eyes met and I felt myself shuddering. "Are you close?"'

I jerked myself off erratically, pumping to the best of my ability with an injured wrist and sexually exhausted. Hayes bit down on his bottom lip. "Can I?" I whined, my legs shaking as he fucked me gradually harder and faster. "Please tell me I can."

Hayes bit down on his lip, gripping my thigh like he'd lose me if he didn't. "You're so..." he kept saying under his breath. So what? I clenched the fist over my head, my eyes struggling to stay open when my climax drew closer and closer. I was on the verge of screaming at Hayes to give me permission when he said, "Go ahead and cum."

All I saw was white.

My body jerked and I felt like I'd shot the biggest load of my life. I felt it hit my chest in hot spurts. Hayes let out a sound of pleasure and his hips slowed. He bent slightly and his hand that wasn't holding my leg in place found my cheek and he cupped it as he, too, came. My body went slack, my eyes stuck on his face in a trance-like state.

That was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

Hayes pulled out and kneeled over me, gently dropping my leg onto the bed. I watched him second guess himself as he looked down at the mess I made on my chest. Even though he may not have used it on me, I had a feeling he was a tender lover normally. He proved it to be true when he left the room and returned with a warm, wet washcloth.

"Isn't this considered DNA evidence?" I tried to joke with half-lidded eyes as he wiped my chest clean.

He didn't say anything. Not a word for the rest of the night, in fact. He cleaned me up and pulled my boxers back onto my body, readjusting my shirt that felt stuck to my armpits so it was back down over my abdomen, which was sore from clenching and unclenching all night long. I didn't even question it when he brought me a cup of water and held it to my lips to sip, leaving it on the nightstand.

After that, he took his clothes and knife and left the room. He didn't return for the rest of the night.