“Bored.”

“Excuse me?”

“I love you and I love our life, but I’m…bored.”

Brandon Saad looked over his love Olivia with confusion written all over his face. He shifted to face her. “Bored how?”

He knew what she had been talking about, she hadn’t been being coy, but apparently he was going to make her come right out and say it. “Bored like we only have missionary position sex at the same time every night, after which you fall instantly asleep.”

“What…I mean…what do you want from me? Most of the time I’m tired.”

“I know, baby. I just -”

“And you always finish, always. I know you do.” He pointed at the mattress between them. “I’m good at this.”

“You are super good, that’s why I was just thinking if we tried something else I might come so hard that I end up on the moon.”

He turned away from her again and almost seemed to pout. God forbid they have a conversation about their sex life like adults. Olivia put her hand on his forearm. “Brandon…”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.”

Olivia pulled her hand back and surveyed him. “Are you shitting me right now?”

“I’m just gonna say this, I do enough. I work really hard on the ice and around the house and I get tired. I love coming home to you and I don’t want anyone else, but maybe, just maybe, if you want things to change, you could think of something new for us to do. You could try something. Because the last time I checked, there were two of us in this bed.” He kissed her cheek with dry lips. “Good night.”

He rolled away from her, turned off his light, and snuggled against his pillow in a huff. Olivia was loathe to admit that he was right in a sense; he was a good boyfriend, he loved her, cared for her, supported her, and made their home nice for her. Most women would be content with such a lovely life with a man like Brandon. And she was happy, she did love him, but sometimes a woman needs a little something more than the same routine orgasm. She turned off her own light and turned with her back facing his. They could talk about it some other time.

Brandon is a heavy sleeper, always had been and Olivia often told him it might kill him someday. One day there might be a fire and she wouldn’t home and he would just burn up because he was practically unconscious the minute his head hit the pillow. A few hours after his argument with Olivia he woke up in the middle of the night for the first time since he was a baby.

He found himself on his back, which was odd since he never slept like that. When he went to shift to his side, he found that he couldn’t. His arms pulled on the bindings that were holding him down, his hands near the metal rods of the headboard.

“What in God’s name? Olivia!”

Innocently, the woman poked her head into the room from where she stood in their bathroom. “Yes, darling?”

“What is this?”

“Oh, well, you said that maybe I should think of something and as I laid there not sleeping, I did. Are you mad?”

He had been mad. He had been almost scared from the lack of movement, but he didn’t stay that way for long. Olivia with her big, pretty blue eyes looked back at him and he knew he was safe. He also knew he was a little turned on by this.

He returned her smile and his voice dropped in tone and volume. “I’m not mad.”

Now she came waltzing back into their bedroom in nothing but a flimsy robe that she soon shed, standing next to the bed. She brought a hand to his chest and circled his pectoral muscle with her palm. “Mmm, I love your body, baby. So tight, so hard, so perfect.”

She felt his chest rise and fall with his breathing as she ran her hand down the center of his bare chest. He wanted to reach for her, grab her hips and haul her on top of him, but he had no way of doing so. And it was driving him crazy.

His hips shifted, making his still growing erection jostle in his boxers. Olivia noticed, but ignored it, instead coming to kneel next to his body and just working her hands over his chest and abs. His skin was smooth and warm against hers and as always he could make her wet just by looking at her like he was now, hard and intense.

She braced her hands on his chest and came to kiss him, teasing his lips with her tongue and then welcoming his into her mouth. She saw him struggle against his bonds, trying and failing again and again to reach out and touch her.

She smiled against his mouth and then moved away, kissing along his stubbled jaw and neck until she hit his torso that she could have worshiped with her hands for hours. His breaths were heavy, a hint of a moan always threatening on his lips. Her tongue found the divots of his abs and explored every crease with care. Now his hips started to buck, his cock far too impatient for her slow and calculated seduction.

Olivia shifted, kneeling between his legs and running her hands up his thighs that flexed under her hold. He spread his legs so her fingers found his more giving inner thighs. They crept higher until she tickled the skin of his hips under his boxers, mindfully avoiding his cock.

He groaned, almost as if he were in physical pain. “Olivia…baby, please.”

“I’m getting there. You told me to do something. I’m doing it, me, not you. Keep rushing me and I’ll gag you.”

“Jesus…”

Strange, Brandon would have never thought he’d be nearly coming in pants while thinking about Olivia gagging him when he was tied up. This was not what they did, ever, and he seriously wondered why it had taken them this long to try. His sweet, quiet, docile Olivia was taking control, threatening to dominate him in ways he could hardly fathom and he was painfully hard at the thought of it all.

She pulled her hands free from the underside of his boxers and then tugged them down his hips. Too eager to please, he bent his knees so she could pull them off and then straightened his legs again as she settled between them. She returned her hands to his thighs, then reached higher for his abs again, then even higher to drag her fingers down his throat as her soft body caressed his cock.

His head came back further against the pillow, his eyes unable to remain open, his mouth though a gaping cavern of hot air and moans. She came back down his body again, gripped a thigh of his in each hand and finally, mercifully brought her mouth to his cock.

He could have thanked her, thanked God, but it was more torturous than her touching had been. She licked along his shaft, treating him like a glorified popsicle that she refused to let melt in her mouth too quickly. She would swirl her tongue around his tip, but when he thrust up, desperate to feel the depths of her mouth, she held him down more firmly and back off.

One drawback, he realized, of missionary position sex every night is he hadn’t gotten a blow job from her months. Now she was withholding the pleasure of the real thing when it was temptingly close. Her lips closed around his crown and he gasped, thinking this was finally it. But she just sucked at him once and went back to long, slow strokes of the flat of her tongue up and down his shaft until he felt liable to burst.

“Baby, there’s gonna be nothing left by the time you fuck me. Fucking hell, please fuck me.”

Brandon never asked her for anything and he certainly had never begged. The pride and satisfaction Olivia felt was enough to make her want to please him. Besides, her hands and mouth on his gorgeous body had her nearly on the edge of orgasm already.

She shift her body, brought her hips over his, gripped his cock in one hand, and sat down on it. Lost in the warmth of her pussy, Brandon nearly screamed his approval. Olivia was delirious with the sensation of his thickness spreading her open, pressing deep until she felt every inch of him.

When she started to move, she kept up her slow, deliberate pace. He slid easily along her slick channel and she knew she could probably buck wildly and finish them both off in no time, but she wasn’t going to do that. She was tired of sex that was nothing more than a race to get off than anything else. She wanted this slow burn, the passionate build up that had her heart racing before she even sunk down onto his cock. And she wanted more than one orgasm, dammit.

She was so close already, unbelievably close. She came down, rested the backs of her thighs against him and then started circling her hips. His cock shifted inside her, rubbing against her g-spot while barely moving. Her hand came to her clit and Brandon opened his eyes to watch her.

It was lovely, seeing her use his body like a toy, like he was just there to facilitate her pleasure, nothing more. Her greedy fingers worked the bundle of nerves as she kept their bodies close together and just worked him deep inside her pussy. She started her little squeaking moans as she started to come, now thrusting forward against her hand and pushing her g-spot even more firmly against his cock. She came with a groan, tossing her head back and arching her back, almost oblivious to his presence.

When her head snapped back, she was breathless, panting, but smiling at him. “Baby…that was fucking hot.”

Olivia nodded, unable to find the works to explain that even though Brandon could make her come every night, she had never felt anything like what she just had. He felt a brief kick of reality when she pulled his cock free of her body. Then, she was laying down on top of him, back against his chest and sinking her hips down as her hand guided him back inside her.

She moaned at the familiarity of him in a new position and rested her head against his shoulder. He tilted his head, found her neck with his mouth and kissed her hard, but slow, sucking at her skin to taste the salty result of their love making thus far.

Once again, she worked him with her hips, swiveling and thrusting down on him and making her ass rub against his pelvis. He wanted to hold her, cradle her hips and grab her breasts before pinching her nipples, but he was again reminded that he was just a big body underneath her, there for her pleasure only. And he loved that concept more than he could have thought possible.

He wanted to feel her come again, needed it on a visceral level. And yet he was so close, he didn’t think he could make it. But he had to try, he had to show her that he could do this for her. He loved her so much and he would admit to her, later, that their sex, while regular and sufficient, had been boring. He should have listened, but he was too proud. He would tell her that, later.

His voice came against her ear, warming her from the inside out. “Touch yourself again, please. It’s so beautiful. I love to feel you come this hard.”

“Oh, God, Brandon.”

His mouth went back to her neck and both her arms came up, fingers finding the curls at the base of his neck and tugging on them gently. Her hips thrust down onto his, pushing him further, deeper, harder inside her.

She kept one hand lost in his hair, brought the other down her body until her fingers found her clit in her folds once again. “Fuck, oh my God. Yes…”

“Mmm, nice, baby. Let me feel you. Come for me again, please.”

A strangled whimper fell from her lips and Olivia worked him harder, her fingers on her clit more frantic, her thrusts sloppy. As best he could, Brandon forced his hips up to meet hers and he sucked a bit of her skin between his teeth to form a bruise.

She came with a shout and he joined her, releasing not a moment too soon and making her pussy quiver with the residual aftereffects of her orgasm. He softened and slipped out while she still rested her body on top of his. It was a while before she had the strength to move and when she did, she untied him right away.

Even though he just came, he was ravenous and hardening for her again already. He pounced when he was free, hauling her body under his and pinning her wrists to the bed with his strong hands as he kissed her. His mouth stayed on hers in a brutal kiss as he found the ties with his hands and then tugged her arms higher.

Olivia smiled up at him and happily let him tie her down as she had to him. “So you like my idea?”

When she was secured, he kissed her again, deep and slow. They broke apart and he answered, “Best idea anyone has ever had. Ever.” He stroked her cheek with his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. You were right.”

“I usually am, but let’s argue later. Show me an idea of your own.”

He doubted he was creative as her, but he was so in love he knew he would think of something that might be half as good as she had done to him. He kissed down her body and went to work.

Notes

Y'all! I had like four half done things and now they are all posted and I feel so *productive* and *cleansed* and *free* and *alive* that I don't know what to with myself.

To whet your appetite, a list of things I have been pondering: MDZ/Seguin threesome (with a twist), Benn Brothers threesome, Giroux in any capacity, Duncan Keith (for some odd reason), and the latest request of Colin Wilson. I am finishing up my final project for school this weekend and then I will have many weeks of free time to write lots and lots of porn. I hope you'll join me in the debauchery. If you're in school like me, I'm sending you all kinds of positive energy and happy vibes. Finish strong ~