Lockdown

When he was ready, I pulled my fingers out and reached for the dildo. I coated it generously with lube, then pressed the tip against his backdoor.

I left Mitch’s text on read. What else could I do? Three days into our self-imposed isolation together, and he was already sending me messages from the bedroom while I worked in the living room. Not exactly subtle.

*When you’re done with work, I’ve got something to show you.*

My dick twitched. I knew exactly what he wanted to show me.

“Focus, Dom,” I muttered, turning back to my laptop. I had a deadline in forty minutes, and my boss would have my balls if I missed it. Unfortunately, all I could think about was Mitch having my balls, preferably in his mouth.

My phone buzzed again.

*Seriously. Come here when you’re done.*

I sighed, typing faster. Mitch had been like this since we decided to quarantine together — horny as hell and completely insatiable. Not that I was complaining. Living with your boyfriend of six months during a global pandemic could’ve been a disaster, but we’d spent most of it naked and sweaty.

Twenty minutes later, I hit send on my report and slammed my laptop shut. I stretched, my back cracking from sitting hunched over for hours. The flat was quiet — too quiet. Mitch was usually blasting music or watching something on his iPad.

“Mitch?” I called out, heading toward the bedroom. “I’m done. What did you want to show me?”

No answer.

I pushed open the bedroom door and froze.

Mitch was sprawled on our bed, completely naked except for a leather harness across his chest. His legs were spread wide, and in his hand was a sleek black dildo that I’d never seen before.

“Jesus Christ,” I choked out.

Mitch grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Surprise,” he said, waving the toy at me. “I ordered it last week. Arrived this morning.”

I leaned against the doorframe, drinking him in. “And the harness?”

“Been hiding it in my gym bag for a special occasion.” He traced the leather straps that crossed his chest. “You like?”

“Fuck yes.” My voice came out rougher than I intended. “You look good enough to eat.”

“That’s the idea.” He beckoned me with one finger. “Get over here.”

I crossed the room in three strides, already unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re a menace, you know that? I was trying to work.”

“And now you’re done working.” Mitch reached for my belt, his fingers deftly undoing the buckle. “So now you can fuck me.”

I caught his wrist. “Not so fast.”

His eyebrows shot up. “What?”

“You went to all this trouble.” I nodded at the harness, the toy. “I think we should make the most of it.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “What did you have in mind?”

I finished undressing, taking my time. Mitch’s eyes followed my every move, his breathing getting heavier as I revealed more skin. When I was naked, I climbed onto the bed beside him and took the dildo from his hand.

“This is new,” I said, examining it. “Silicone?”

“Yeah. And it vibrates.” He showed me a small remote on the bedside table. “Six settings.”

“Impressive.” I trailed the toy down his chest, watching goosebumps rise on his skin. “You’ve been busy.”

“Been thinking about it for ages,” Mitch admitted. “You using it on me while I suck you off.”

My cock twitched against my thigh. “That can be arranged.”

I bent down and kissed him, slow and deep. He tasted of coffee and mint, his stubble rough against my chin. I loved kissing Mitch — he put his whole body into it, arching up to meet me, his hands roaming over my back.

I pulled back slightly. “How do you want to do this?”

“However you want,” he breathed. “I’m yours.”

Those words sent heat spiralling through me. I sat back on my heels, considering him. “Turn over. On your knees.”

Mitch complied instantly, flipping onto his stomach and raising his ass in the air. The leather harness accentuated the broad planes of his back, the straps cutting into his skin just enough to leave marks.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured, running my hands over his ass. I gave one cheek a sharp slap, watching it redden under my palm.

Mitch gasped, pushing back into my hand. “Do that again.”

I obliged, spanking him harder this time. He moaned, his fingers clutching at the sheets. I alternated between gentle caresses and sharp slaps until his ass was flushed pink and he was squirming beneath me.

“Dom,” he whined. “Please.”

“Please what?” I reached for the lube on the nightstand, squirting some onto my fingers. “Use your words, Mitch.”

“Touch me. Fuck me. Anything.”

I circled his hole with one slick finger, watching it clench in anticipation. “Patience.”

“I’ve been patient all morning,” he grumbled.

I pressed my finger inside him, just to the first knuckle. “Have you now? Sending me dirty texts while I’m working doesn’t seem very patient.”

He pushed back against my hand, trying to take more. “I was giving you something to look forward to.”

“Is that what you call it?” I slid my finger deeper, crooking it to find that spot that drove him wild. His whole body jerked when I found it, a strangled moan escaping him. “Seems more like teasing to me.”

“Same difference.” His voice was strained. “Another. Please.”

I added a second finger, stretching him carefully. Mitch was vocal during sex, a constant stream of moans and pleas that never failed to drive me crazy. Today was no exception — he cursed and begged as I fingered him, his cock leaking onto the sheets below.

When he was ready, I pulled my fingers out and reached for the dildo. I coated it generously with lube, then pressed the tip against his backdoor.

“Ready?”

“Yes, fuck, please.”

I pushed the toy inside him, inch by inch, watching his body accept it. Mitch buried his face in the pillow, muffling his groans. When it was fully seated, I picked up the remote and switched it on to the lowest setting.

The effect was immediate. Mitch’s entire body tensed, his back arching beautifully. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “That’s… intense.”

“Good?” I asked, moving the toy slightly.

“So good.” He turned his head to look at me, his pupils blown wide. “But I want your cock too.”

I smiled, shifting to sit against the headboard. “Come here then.”

Mitch moved carefully, the dildo still inside him, until he was kneeling between my legs. The sight of him — flushed, sweating, the leather harness stark against his skin — was almost too much.

“You look fucking amazing,” I told him.

He grinned, lowering his head to my lap. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

The first touch of his mouth on my cock made me hiss. He teased me at first, running his tongue along the length, swirling around the head. I threaded my fingers through his hair, not pushing, just holding on.

“Stop teasing,” I growled.

He looked up at me through his lashes. “Turnabout’s fair play.”

Before I could respond, he took me deep into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. All coherent thought fled my brain, replaced by pure sensation. Mitch knew exactly how I liked it — firm pressure, a hint of teeth, his tongue working the underside of my shaft.

I kept one hand in his hair and used the other to control the dildo, pushing it in and out in rhythm with his movements. Each thrust made him moan around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight up my spine.

“That’s it,” I encouraged him. “Take it. Take both.”

Mitch hummed in agreement, doubling his efforts. I increased the vibration setting, watching his thighs start to tremble. He pulled off my cock with a gasp, resting his forehead against my hip.

“Too much?” I asked, immediately concerned.

“No,” he panted. “Just… give me a second.”

I stroked his hair, waiting. After a moment, he looked up at me, his eyes glazed with pleasure. “I want to ride you.”

“Yeah?” The image of Mitch bouncing on my lap, the dildo still inside him, made my cock throb. “Both?”

He nodded, a flush spreading down his chest. “Want to feel full. Want to feel you.”

I cursed under my breath. “Get up here then.”

Mitch climbed onto my lap, his thighs bracketing mine. I held my cock steady as he positioned himself, then slowly sank down. The tight heat of him enveloping me was exquisite, made even better by the knowledge that the vibrating toy was still inside him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine. “It’s so much.”

“Good?” I checked, my hands on his hips.

“So good.” He started to move, rising up and then sinking back down. “So fucking full.”

I let him set the pace, content to watch him chase his pleasure. The harness creaked with each movement, the leather straps shifting across his chest. I traced them with my fingers, following the lines where they dug into his skin.

“You should wear this more often,” I told him, tugging gently on one strap. “Suits you.”

“Yeah?” His rhythm faltered slightly as I tweaked one of his nipples. “Thought you might like it.”

“Love it,” I confirmed. “Love seeing you like this.”

He moved faster, his breathing becoming ragged. I could tell he was getting close — his movements less coordinated, his cock leaking steadily between us. I reached for the remote and turned the vibration up to the highest setting.

Mitch cried out, his whole body tensing. “Fuck! Dom, I’m gonna — “

“Not yet,” I said, gripping the base of his cock tightly. “Not until I say.”

He whimpered, his hips stuttering. “Please.”

“Soon.” I kissed him hard, swallowing his moans. “Keep going.”

He started moving again, each downward thrust punctuated by a desperate sound. I could feel my own orgasm building, heat coiling at the base of my spine. Mitch was gorgeous like this — desperate, needy, completely at my mercy.

“Dom,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.

“What do I get if I let you cum?” I asked, squeezing his cock lightly.

“Anything,” he gasped. “Everything. Just please — “

I cut him off with another kiss, then whispered against his lips, “Cum for me then. Show me how good it feels.”

I released his cock and he came almost instantly, his body convulsing as he painted both our chests with thick streaks. The sight of him coming undone pushed me over the edge, and I followed him seconds later, emptying myself inside him with a groan.

Mitch collapsed against me, his breath hot against my neck. We stayed like that for a long moment, both too spent to move.

Finally, I reached behind him and carefully removed the dildo, switching it off. Mitch winced slightly as it slipped free, then sighed in relief.

“That was…” he trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Yeah,” I agreed, kissing his shoulder. “It was.”

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. A slow smile spread across his face. “So… wanna go again after lunch?”

I laughed, pulling him down for a kiss. “You’re insatiable.”

“You love it,” he countered.

I couldn’t argue with that. “Best lockdown ever,” I told him, and meant every word.

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