Page 102 of Edging Coach
“Oh, Devon.” His voice broke.
“I need to get you out.” I cleared my throat. “It’ll take less time, by far.”
He gazed toward the window, as if trying to get his bearings. “You said something about my neglected cock?” His eyes gleamed with wickedness.
“You asked for it.” I grinned as I grasped a very thin strand of rope. Took a bit of work, but I wound it around his very erect cock.I can’t believe he’s still hard.I wasn’t, that was for certain. Nope. Not when I thought about leaving so soon. Apparently, though, all the touching while I tied him had been like foreplay for Jack.
All the better.
I grasped the end of the rope. “How does that feel?”
“Weird.”
Our gazes clashed.
He smiled shyly. “But in a good way.”
“Awesome.” I grinned. Then I pulled on the rope. As intended, it unwound harmlessly, but gave an odd pressure sensation he likely wasn’t expecting.
His eyes widened. “That was?—”
“Yeah?”
“And I…”
“Would you like some help?”
He nodded vigorously.
I grasped his cock. Three tugs later, he came. I nursed him through the orgasm as his cum went everywhere—including all over my ropes. Oh well, cleaning them would be a small price to pay. I wouldn’t leave the job to Jack—as I had a few times over the past few days when we made a mess. Nope. As much as I trusted him, no one touched my ropes.
His held drooped as his breathing returned to normal. “I—” He cleared his throat. “I think I could sleep.”
“Well, you doze while I remove the ropes. Then we can get cleaned up and take a nap.” We’d taken quite a few of these—usually because I worked him hard. Which meant we were both usually coated in sweat and highly satisfied.
As I promised, removing the ropes took little time. Again, though, I ensured I was caressing him at every moment—stroking and ensuring he felt nothing but pleasure. I checked all his extremities to ensure the blood flow hadn’t been impeded.
As I removed the last rope from around his chest, he gazed at me. “I think I could—” He swallowed.
“That’s the subspace speaking. Let’s get you on the bed. I’ll clean you up and then you can nap.”
“It’s more than that.” His eyes were clear as he stared at me.
“No, Jack.” I swallowed. “We can’t.”
“I know.” He hung his head.
I tipped his chin up and pressed a broken kiss to his lips. “Can you get up?”
“Yeah.”
He needed help, but I was able to get him onto the bed—where I’d strategically left the comforter off. I wet a washcloth with water as hot as I could stand. I wiped his chest, cock, and legs. Then I pulled the comforter over him.
“You didn’t—” He gestured to my very flaccid cock.
I pressed a kiss to his temple. “This wasn’t about me, Jack. This was for you. You were such a good boy. I promise to reward you when you wake up.”
“Are you not joining me?”
