The Hamptons' House

2003: Part 4

Tony woke to the feel of your lips on his neck and the pleasant pressure of your body on his. He hummed happily and stretched out, tilting his head back and spreading his arms out. You ran your hands up his arms, guiding them above his head. He closed his fingers around the bars on the headboard and arched his back a little, making his muscles pop.

"Tony," you whispered. Your hands tightened around his wrists, and you straddled his waist.

He opened his eyes just a crack. The sun was already very up and felt like a laser that was trained right on his corneas. He squinted up at you as he leaned over him, looking down into his eyes and grinding down on his cock, making it twitch and harden under you. "Yes, dear?" he said.

"Next time we do this, I want to bring bondage gear," you said. "I want to tie you up, and I want you to tie me up.

"What, at the same time?" he teased.

You playfully spanked his thigh. It was barely a tap but it sent just enough of a jolt through him that his muscles clenched and his cock jumped. He groaned and bucked up under you. "Don't be cheeky," you scolded.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, biting his bottom lip.

"Would you like that?" you asked.

"Mmm... sounds so good," he hummed. "Definitely."

"Good," you hummed and leaned down and kissed him deeply. He closed his eyes and flexed his arms. Part of him wanted to break the hold you had on his wrists, and his arms flexed as he considered it. He liked this though. Where the only restraints were his desire to see what happened next.

He rolled his hips up under you as you ground down on him and when he was fully hard you let his wrists go and began to kiss your way down his body. He didn't move his hands. They tightened on the headboard and he hummed. It was a deep rumble of a sound that vibrated in his chest as you kissed over his pecs.

Your mouth traveled down to his stomach and his muscles rippled under the warm trail your breath made as he ghosted his lips down over his skin. When you pressed your lips on him, he'd moan softly and his hands tightened on the headboard.

You slowly moved down, swirling your tongue over his Adonis' belt. His cock jumped and leaked in anticipation. He let go of the headboard and bunched his fists in your hair. Thrusting his hips up, like he was offering his cock to you. You weren't playing his game though. You wanted to tease him and drag it out. You kissed around the base of his cock, teasing around it as your nails ran over the inside of his thighs. He moaned your name. There was a whiney need to the sound. A desperation that came out in both the tone and the fact he never actually used your name. You were Cookie to him. You'd always be Cookie to him. Right now he'd do anything to have your lips wrapped around his cock.

You ghosted your lips up his shaft, breathing out so the warm, moisture from your breath warmed his cock and clung to it. A bead of precum built on the tip and rolled over, forming a stick trail down to his balls. You finally flicked your tongue out and touched his dick, but only enough to collect up the salty droplet and traced the sticky path it had left.

Tony groaned and bucked his hips. "Cookie, please," he begged, pulling your hair.

"What do you want, Tony?" you asked, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over the slit of his cock.

"Suck my cock," he begged. "Please, suck it. Your mouth feels so good."

You dropped your head down and took the whole length of his cock down the back of his throat. The wet warmth paired with that tight squeeze around the head where your throat closed around it made a dull wave of pleasure flow through him. He bucked his hips unintentionally, forcing his cock a little further down your throat and making you gag.