23. Boston

CHAPTER 23

BOSTON

Everything was the same, but everything was different.

I hadn't been wrong in saying Ford had changed the way he treated me after we'd made the decision to be together for real, but after we had sex for the first time, he was even more focused. Ford was demanding, but he was thoughtful, dominant, but gentle. I'd admittedly never fantasized about what it would be like to have a boyfriend, but if I had, it would have been just like this.

The morning after we had sex for the first time, I woke up embarrassed to find myself wrapped around him like an overzealous octopus. With one arm strapped over his chest and a leg hitched over his thigh, my face was buried in his armpit again, the rich and musky smell of his sweat and skin ripe in my nostrils.

The scent of him alone was enough to make my cock twitch back to life, which impressed me because, after the night before, I didn't think I had it in me to ever get hard again. Being with a man—being with Ford—was more than I'd ever expected, but as the soft rays of the morning sun streaked across the floor of my bedroom, previously unconnected pieces of my life slotted together in a brand new way.

I had always thought I loved Colette. That I had wanted her too. But after being with Ford, parts of my past were called into doubt. I didn't think I wanted to take it as far as to say that I favored men over women, but I favored Ford over almost anyone. It was impossible to ignore the specter of my brother, though, the hovering fear of him finding out about us forever hanging over our heads. Thankfully, Kale wasn't in my bed. He wasn't in my apartment. He wasn't even on my street.

"I can hear you thinking from here," Ford grumbled, slinging his arm over my shoulders and pushing my face deeper into his armpit.

I groaned, sucking in a deep breath of him. "And what am I thinking about?"

"You're thinking you want to fuck me again," he said, kissing the top of my head.

That was much better than what I was actually thinking about, so I decided not to argue with him about it. There was already enough of my brother between us, I didn't want more.

"I wouldn't mind," I admitted. "But are you up for that?"

Ford hummed thoughtfully, shifting out from underneath me. He flipped me onto my back and straddled me, hands braced against the middle of my chest,

"I'm not," he said, squinting at me with a smile in his eyes. "But I am up to suck your dick until you come in my mouth."

"Sounds like a well-balanced breakfast, but I think I'm late for work."

"Tell your brother you're sick," he suggested .

I didn't think Kale would buy it, but I reached blindly for my phone on the nightstand and did what I'd been told. Ford waited until I tossed my phone away before sliding down between my legs and dropping kisses on my stomach and hips while he worked his way down to the quickly thickening erection between my legs.

Together, we kicked the sheets down to our feet and, with his mouth inches from my cock, Ford said, "I expect you to at least buy me a coffee after this."

Before I could say one way or the other, he sealed his mouth around the tip of my cock and sucked. Oh, the way he fucking sucked. With his stare trained on me and his tongue hot against the underside of my shaft, Ford hollowed out his cheeks and sucked me into his mouth. Inch after agonizing inch, Ford used his tongue, his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, even his teeth to work me into an absolute frenzy.

Still high on him from the night before, Ford was able to make quick work of me. He used his shoulders to spread my legs apart, took my balls into his hand, and he stretched one exploratory finger toward my asshole. He barely grazed over my hair-covered hole, but my body reacted like it had been an electric shock. I arched off the bed, grasping blindly at his hair, his shoulders, whatever parts of him I could reach.

Ford made a thoughtful sound around my cock, sliding his finger into his mouth alongside my shaft. The sensation was unreal, and then his finger was back between my legs, teasing against my hole with soft and slow circles. He pulled his hot mouth away from my dick with a wet pop, and with his stare still focused on me, he licked his lips and pushed his finger harder against my hole.

"If you don't stop that, you're gonna be the one buying me a coffee," I murmured, forcing myself to untangle my fingers from his hair.

"I'll buy you anything you want," he said, dragging his tongue up the entire length of my erection. Ford tapped his finger against my hole and tilted his head to the side. "Is this okay?"

"I think so."

"Is it a lot?"

I nodded and dropped my head against the pillows with a groan.

"Do you want me to make it easier for you?" he asked.

"How?"

Much to my disappointment, Ford righted himself, coming up onto his knees and taking his mouth and hand regrettably out of reach.

"Boston." He gave a small shake of his head, a war of emotions on his face before he settled on determination.

"How?"

"Let me tie you to the bed so you can't fight it," he whispered, crooking his finger until I gave him my hand. He curled his fingers around my wrist, kissing just below the place where he held me, with such a gentle touch I thought I would break from it. "Just your wrists and then I'll make you come so hard you'll beg for me to put something inside of you, then I'll make you come again."

"And then?" I arched a brow.

"Greedy little thing."

"I don't have rope," I said.

Ford released my arm and angled his head toward my closet. "You have ties. "

"Alright." Adrenaline coursed through me, making it hard to stay still. The promise of restraint would be a blessing…the only way I would be strong enough to take what he wanted to give me.

"Alright?"

"Ties in the closet," I told him.

My cock jerked, smearing a trail of spit and precum against my stomach.

Ford moved quickly, crawling off the bed and making his way to my closet. He was back in under a minute, three ties clutched in his hands, and he was back on top of me, silk looped around my wrists and fastened to the headboard before I could second-guess myself. His fingers worked steady and sure with the material and the knots, grazing against my skin with a gentle intent that caused more precum to drip from my dick.

"What's the third one for?" I asked as he settled back between my legs.

Ford smirked at me, looking more like the familiar and arrogant version of himself than he ever had. Immediately, I was a virgin again, not sure of myself or anyone else, and Ford was there, confident in all of it.

"Now would be an impeccable time to call me Sir, sweetheart."

He wrapped his hand—and the third tie—around my aching cock and stroked from the root toward the tip.

"What's the…what's the third tie for, Sir?"

"This," he said, stroking me again. "Or it could be a gag. Or a blindfold."

I shivered.

"Do you like the idea of those things? "

"Yes, Sir," I rasped.

"Are you a slut, Boston?" Ford tightened his grip around the soaking wet head of my dick. "No, that's not it. Are you my slut, Boston?"

My body arched off the bed, silk cutting into my wrists as I pulled against the restraints.

"Yes, Sir. I think I might be."

"Let's find out for sure."

Ford was buried between my legs before I could say a single word, the entire length of my erection sealed in the wet heat of his mouth and throat. The hand that held the tie dragged over my stomach toward my chest, fingers tangled with the satin, all of it pushing and pulling against my skin.

He sucked cock like he'd spent years practicing it, and when I was so close to coming I saw stars, he released me from his mouth. I cried out, thrashing against the binds. My protests turned to pleas as he slid lower, spreading my ass cheeks apart and burrowing his face in between them. Where earlier he'd used his finger, this time he used his tongue, licking and sucking around my hole like my body was an oasis in the middle of a desert.

I'd never felt anything in my life that compared to how intrusive yet wonderful it felt to have a tongue inside of me down there, and when he once again wrapped his hand around my dick to stroke, I added another indescribable feeling to the list.

"One day I'll suck my cum out of your asshole and feed it back to you, Boston." He murmured the dirty words against my wet hole. "I'll fuck you with my cock and my tongue, sweetheart. I'll be the best lover you've ever had."

"You already are," I promised him .

I knew it to be true without a single doubt, and I knew no one after him would ever compare. The way Ford knew his body and applied the knowledge to learn mine was a master class, and he had barely gotten started.

My first orgasm came on quickly. Something about the smooth silk of the tie and the rough drag of his skin against mine was the perfect mix of sensation. Ford's mouth was sealed against my asshole, sucking and nipping against the tenderest skin, and my cock throbbed in his hand, pulsing in time with my heart as cum spurted out of me.

I cried out again, ties biting into my wrists and the headboard creaking as I pulled against it to get free. Ford looked up at me, smile clear in his eyes even as he kept his mouth busy between my ass cheeks. Cum continued to trickle out of my cock, but Ford didn't let up. He stroked and licked and sucked, using his body weight to pin me to the bed so I couldn't get away from his attention.

"Ford," I whimpered his name, and he pulled back enough for me to see the spit-slicked lower half of his face. His lips were rosy and covered in saliva, hungry for more.

"Sweetheart."

The way the endearment scratched its way from his throat was almost enough to send me headlong into the second orgasm he'd promised me. It also took his mouth away from my asshole long enough for me to register that I really didn't want him to move. I wanted his tongue back inside of me like I wanted my next breath.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"You."

His mouth quirked into a self-satisfied smirk and I pictured myself back at my desk, fingers spread against his thigh as he looked down at me and made me use words to ask for exactly what I wanted from him.

"More."

"More teasing?" He bit his lower lip, fighting off a knowing smile.

Good lord, in his element, Ford Carlisle was a deadly weapon. He had no right being as handsome and talented as he was, in bed and out of it. A threat of the worst variety, Ford was going to ruin my life whether he intended to or not.

"Please put your finger inside of me, Sir," I begged, yanking at the ties around my wrists.

"Just a finger?" He reached between his legs and curled his hand around the base of his own long and hard erection.

My lips fell open and the breath left my lungs in a whoosh of fear.

He stroked himself, scooting forward and dragging the tip of his cock up the length of my ass crack. Electricity sizzled through my spine as he pressed against my hole, but he pulled away with a satisfied look on his face.

"Another day for that," he suggested, sucking his finger into his mouth.

He fellated his finger like he'd earlier done to my cock, and I had to look away from him so I didn't come again. My body was so primed, I wasn't sure I had even finished coming the first time, and the sight of him sucking on his finger like he could draw cum out of the tip had no right being as hot was it was. In retrospect, I wondered how I'd been so ignorant toward my attraction to men before because it was near impossible for me to take my eyes off of Ford.

"Please," I begged again, tilting my head back and screwing my eyes closed. My body trembled, vibrating from want and need and anxiety all at the same time. "Please put your finger up my ass and my balls in your mouth, Sir. Please make me come. Please let me come. Oh, God."

"I love it when you use your words, sweetheart," he said, diving back between my legs and giving me exactly what I'd asked for.