Obedience - part sex ... SIX
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mmmmike
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Dammit.
Part six of fuck knows. You asked nicely.
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It was getting dark when I woke, and my dick itched like crazy. Turning the light on above the bed confirmed that it was Billie’s hair causing the irritation, and not a sudden and serious attack of crabs, not that they would have had a hiding place. Both of us keep things baby-smooth down there, although it sounds all kinds of wrong to say that since we have two babies in the house.
But tonight, we did not. Right now, our son and daughter would have settled down for their first night in Anaheim - well, at least Mom will have bathed them and put them into bed, but I suspected there may have been a broken night ahead of her as the excitement got to Glory, and infected Ollie. Tonight, it was just the two of us, and I for one intended to make the most of having Billie scream my name without the worry of traumatising the children.
He looked so damn cute at that moment. He was using my hip as a pillow, so close to my cock that I could feel his every breath. His hair had lost all shape thanks to the sweat that had covered him during the flogging, and now was just a tangle of very tight curls. His face was squashed, and don’t even let me get started on how the collar made me feel about him. I felt a surge of guilt, bad enough for me to want to release him and rub away the soreness in his shoulders, but not bad enough to stop me taking a couple more photos of him sleeping on my groin first. I put the phone back on the nightstand, moving cautiously so as not to disturb him, adjusted my cock so that it almost rested against his cheek, and pretended to sleep whilst nature took its course.
Nature didn’t take long. The warm air on my skin stimulated me from the outside while my imagination filled in the gaps. That blow job two or three hours ago was a great basis on which to build another session like the one before breakfast, but this time there was the added attraction of the wealth of new toys to experiment with. Refreshed by the nap, I actually felt like I could go till dawn. With my eyes closed, I planned out our night of love as my returning erection made its presence known on Billie’s nose.
It seemed to take him a few seconds to orientate himself as he woke. I heard a grunt, felt him tug against the ropes, curse, move his head out of the way of my wood and curse again. It seemed all the funnier because I couldn’t see what was happening, and there was no way on this planet that I could not give myself away by laughing. He glared at me, muttered ‘bastard’, then kissed my cock with the softest of touches. The glare melted into something far more alluring, and before I could get out a word of apology, he murmured, “Is this thing on?”, and went to work with that delicious mouth.
He took me half way to paradise in a very short time. I’d shifted my position a little during my nap, and he had a lot more scope to move than before. Instead of relying on tongue-work and the fabulous control he has over the muscles in the back of his throat (GD bless vocal training!), he could now bob his head up and down, using that swollen bottom lip to very good effect. That didn’t mean that I missed out on the deep-throating, oh, no. When he took me that far down, he closed his eyes and made the most incredible noise, and I could feel his arms tense against my thighs as he clenched his fists. I stroked his face and called him something beautiful, and immediately, a green fire flickered in his brief stare, and he smiled around his mouthful.
This was a blow job out of the blue. After my teasing, I had expected sass and a degree of sulking, not the most wonderful way to wake up a man that has ever been known. I was waiting for him to pull away, to punish me for leaving him with a boner that I really should have dealt with, but he carried on getting carried away, sucking my dick like the pro he is. Fessional, not stitute, you understand. He tightened his lips to envelop my shaft, his tongue flickering over my tip, in particular every time I produced another dose of pre-come. That was when his pleasure became most obvious, because he wriggled so much and made more noise than me - and that was quite an achievement. Having no kids about was very liberating, and uninhibited Billie sounds like he is using a concert-standard amp.
He knows me so well, he can read the signs when I get close, but I argued with myself about warning him as my climax approached, like I often do, to prepare him. Would that trigger the teasing pull-off that I admit I deserved? I settled for simply letting him know that I was appreciating every pass of his lips along my length, deciding that now was not the time to take more photos, however tempting that was. Only a madman would do something that risked him going on strike mid-suck. I wanted to finish in his mouth, not in a piece of tissue, and that thought alone was enough to tip me over the edge.
I came pretty hard, at a time when I was balls-deep inside him, and yelling his name. The way he gulped and sighed and rolled his lips down as far as the skin of my belly made for a fucking wonderful orgasm - d’uh! I spluttered declarations of adoration at him until I could breathe again, and only then did he let me go, the air in the room so cool on my damp flesh. He gave me a serene smile, looking like the cat that had got the cream, the small white smear on his top lip adding to the imagery. Then, I thought my ears were playing tricks on me, because I couldn’t believe what he was quietly asking me to do. My lack of oxygen thing was back to square one as I realised exactly what he had said.
“Wha …..?”
“Turn over. I want your ass.”
“Billie, I …. what about you?” The guilt hit very hard now. He repeated, slowly and patiently, like when he was explaining to Glory why she couldn’t have a third serving of pudding, even though Uncle Frankie was eyeing up his fourth.
“Turn over. I need to get you hard again, and since I’m down here ….” He licked his lips, making sure I was looking at his tongue. “Unless you don’t want to.”
Well, I am only flesh and blood, and for my lover’s purposes, some of that blood was in the wrong place right now (totally his fault, but I am not complaining), and he is irresistible when he asks to do something obscene in the most innocent of ways. I kissed him, sucking on his tongue to taste myself for a few moments, and then did as he had requested.
“Mike, the buzzy thing.” I gave him a quizzical look, still too come-fuzzy to make sense of his words. He nodded towards the nightstand and a toy that had gotten caught up with the batteries and lube. “That’s it. Put it in my mouth. You’re gonna try this one first.”
This was a small ring, made of a rubbery material, with a huge fake ‘stone’ set into it. It was in a plastic package, folded and stapled at the top, and I ended up tearing it open with my teeth because or some reason, my hands were shaking. A lot. Twisting like a contortionist, I managed to stretch it around his tongue and flick the tiny switch on the side. It was a tight fit, but he seemed happy enough.
“Whoa. Theels intheresthing. Wready?”
I giggled at his adorable lisp, but the seriousness returned as I whispered, “Yes. I love you.”, tucked a pillow under me to mirror his position perfectly, and waited.
For something so small, the toy punched above its weight. Billie tested it first against the inside of my thigh, before moving on to my balls. I admit, the very direct vibration made me squeak in a totally unmanly way, but when he pressed harder against my sac, the feeling was nothing short of amazing. This alone produced the result that he was going for, but he was determined to test the thing thoroughly. After a couple of minutes, he moved upwards, dragging his ring to rest neatly against my ring.
Jesus, it was wonderful. I mean, I love it when he gets stuck in down there, but this was something else. It was so much more intense than either his tongue or a regular vibrator, all of the power concentrated on a tiny surface, and all of that surface in contact with me. I let the pillow take my full weight, and made a mental note to do this to him sometime this week. Maybe twice.
I’d have bet that this toy was bit of a one-trick pony, but the way he used it meant this was anything but a predictable form of foreplay. When it was hard against me, he knew exactly how long I could take the intensity, and when his tongue strayed away from my hole, he judged perfectly how long he could torment me before I went insane. I moaned constantly, guiding him by the volume of my voice, once, and once only, pushing back into him, but the collar made him struggle for breath, and I quickly moved before I choked him, or broke his neck. He accepted my raspy apology with another barrage of semi-intrusive licks, and the most contented sigh that blasted hot air over my ass. It’s a real bonus when your lover gets as much enjoyment out of oral play as Billie does.
He worked on me for a long time, much longer than he needed to, (again, not complaining), because my cock was at the fit-to-burst point by the time he started making noises that were more pain than pleasure. Reluctantly, I twisted under him, took the toy from his mouth, slipped it onto my finger and switched it off.
“Neck ache?”
“Yeah, and shoulders. How was it?”
“Awesome, Fucking awesome. Loved it. You?”
“Yeah, pretty good. Fucking tongue’s dead, but that makes a matching set with my arms.” He nosed my erection to one side and gave me that satisfied smile. “You sounded amazing, but Julie’s gotta work on it some more. Tastes like I’ve been chewing on a fucking shoe.”
“Maybe you should have something to take the taste away.” I rubbed the swollen tip of my cock over his lips and for a moment I thought ….. but all I got was a closed-mouth kiss. More than I deserved, I know. He had that sad, whipped puppy look on his face - ironic, huh? - and let out a pathetic whine, and I was back to being a front runner for winning the Shit of the Year award. I slid out from under him, and his eyes grew wider and brighter as I reached to play with his balls. I nibbled on his ear and whispered, “How do you wanna get off?”
“Any way. Every way. Mike …”
“I know, no more teasing, Baby, I swear. Are you still okay like this - tied?”
“Is this how you want me?” Again, I was surprised by his utter compliance. It was out of character but so fucking hot. My cock wanted to break my promise, but I resisted.
“For a bit, yes. You look fucking awesome like this, Billie Joe.” Naked, in a collar and restraints, flogged skin still a little flushed, legs apart to keep his balance and with the plug peeping out from between his cheeks. I think fucking awesome sums him up nicely. I pressed on the black silicone circle covering his hole. “And this? Is this alright?”
He twitched his hips and gave me a slow smile. “Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten about that. That’s fine too.”
“Good, because I got an idea that I think you’re gonna love.”
I knelt next to him and started him off with a kiss, doing all the tongue work because his had been so busy lately. He closed his eyes and hummed softly, and while he was distracted, I flicked the switch on the ring, turning the stone inwards to rest in my palm. Slowly, I slid my hand down his body, cupping my fingers around him to rest the ring on the base of the plug. He ooofed into my mouth, ass lifting as he adjusted the spread of his knees to give me maximum access.
I knew for a fact how intense this thing was on sensitive skin, and I could imagine - vividly - how the vibration would feel transferred inside him by the plug, deeper than my tongue could have reached. I tried to keep the kiss going, but he was so animated, it wasn’t always possible. When we broke apart, it was for him to moan my name, and grab a lungful of air, before he lunged at me again to share another hungry, heated kiss. I was right. He loved it, but I wanted to hear that from him. I leaned back a little way, my lips still brushing against his.
“Good?”
“Fucking good. Could take this all night, but .…”
“Just a little more, Love, then I’ll take care of you, promise.” He agreed hastily, because I chose that moment to run the ring around the whole perimeter of the plug, and communication went to the bottom of his list of priorities. I waited for him to calm a little, then reached over to the nightstand.
“Holy crap, Mike …”
“ Effective, huh?” I managed to press the correct sequence of icons one-handed. and held up my phone, taking a video that panned from his face to his ass and back in one shaky sweep as I repeated the move I’d just invented. He looked and sounded far too beautiful for any single photograph to do him justice, and I wanted to replay this moment again and again. Can you blame me? I stopped filming when recognisable words broke through the jumble of sounds spilling from his mouth.
“God, Mike, that’s …. “
“Great, isn’t it?” I chuckled at my own joke before I shared it with him. “One ring to rule them all …”
“Hilarious, but fuck, I gotta ….”
I sobered up and apologised quickly, that guilt surfacing again. Resuming the kiss, I dropped the still-buzzing toy to the bed alongside my phone and wrapped my fingers around his hard, long-neglected erection, and that was all I needed to do. Immediately, he started thrusting himself into my fist, urgent, wild and very, very loud. He came hard within a few, frantic seconds, spluttering into my mouth, tugging against the ropes and lifting his ass so high that his back looked as if he could fold in two. The bed was going to be soaked, but neither of us gave a shit about anything, except for working together to get him through his orgasm in one exhausted, exhilarated piece.
I think I actually got nearly as much out of it as he did. The kiss made me feel so connected to him, enhancing every sense to give him the utmost pleasure. Before he had a chance to recover, I slipped the cords from his wrists, slid the plug out of his butt, assisted by a series of powerful muscle spasms, and managed to flip his limp form onto his back. He was right over the wet patch, and still too blitzed to care, but I guessed he would give me shit for that some time or other. For now, he was too tired, his arms heavy and useless, and I massaged his shoulders until he could feel enough to flex his fingers. We kissed again, because there were no words needed, and fell a little deeper in love with each other.
You know that this is my favourite time to fuck him, when he’s coming down from a climax, and we can go for ages before either one of us gets desperate. Today was no different. We’d both been more than satisfied in the past thirty minutes, and his ass was ready for anything after having the training plug in it for so long, my cock, too, as hard as it has ever been. Still kissing, I rolled him on to his side, put my phone and the ring on the nightstand and reached for the lube.
He knew what was coming, but an involuntary reaction to the cool lotion and pressure on a part of him that has had so much attention in such a short space of time made him scream softly. I shushed him with smothering kisses, working my fingers into his butt until he was receptive enough to be made love to - in other words, not very long at all. Withdrawing slowly, I rubbed the excess liquid over his stomach and hips, squeezing until his nipples turned to pebbles under my touch, and, using nothing but the contours of his ass and the lube to guide me, I slid inside.
The initial body-shock hit us both, despite this act being one that we had performed so many thousand times before. He tensed for the briefest moment, then relaxed to allow me in far enough to hit the spot that made him tense again, but almost immediately, we began to move together, like two sidewinders dragging our bodies over the warm, rumpled sheet. I bent my knees, forcing him to do the same, and held us close, clutching above his stomach to allow him the freedom to impale himself on me as often and as hard as he wanted. Although the kissing had to stop every now and then, our freed mouths could manage nothing more than cries of pure, carnal lust, especially when he managed to score a direct hit on his prostate, which was often. It was immensely physical, especially for Billie after being trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey for so long, but his stamina is almost limitless, and this position meant that we didn’t have to deal with aching backs or legs. We could just make the most of being as close as two people can be, in every sense of the word.
Just about the hardest decision I have to make these days is when to give in to the pressure in my sac, torn between a delicious orgasm and having to sever the connection between us. Tonight, the decision was made by Billie, after a fuck that seemed to last a week, or maybe a few seconds. Time was irrelevant, the only thing that was important was the moment. In the middle of a kiss that followed one of a series of extended attacks on his sweet spot, he fumbled for my hand and curled my fingers to encircle his throbbing cock. I tightened my other arm around his torso, fucking him hard in time with the tugs on his dick, the friction of my hip against the sheet threatening to sear my skin to the same shade as his during the flogging. He shuddered and shook with me, slamming his ass into my groin and whimpering, until neither of us could take any more. I whispered a single word into his ear, one that would end this bliss and start another.
“Come.”
We fell together, dizzy through lack of oxygen, muscles protesting and drenched with an assortment of fluids, but so immersed in each other that none of that mattered. He clenched and spasmed, in turn trying to pull me further into him and push me out, but I clutched him tight, keeping the gap between us small, so that I could release deep inside him. I felt my heat spread through his ass, and his, coating my fingers, cooling almost as soon as it left his body. We tried to kiss, but we failed, just leaving wet trails across each others’ faces, yet even that was good. We stayed fused together until it became physically impossible, and even when we were two separate entities, the gap between us remained very, very small.
Our breath had not returned to our lungs when I turned him to face me and we stared at each other, grinning stupidly between the panting. My fingers trembled as I unbuckled the collar, replacing the velvet, first with the softness of my lips, then with my teeth, worrying the skin into a livid bruise at the precise place where the leather part had left a reddened line. He gasped against my shoulder, his recovery stopped in its tracks by the shiver that ran through him.
“Fuck, you trying to kill me?”
“No. Too much?”
“No, but it might be if we keep this up for five fucking days. Jesus.”
“About that - I was thinking ..”
“Careful …”
“I was thinking - tomorrow.”
“Tuesday.”
“Yeah, and our anniversary. Perhaps we could get out of bed for a few hours, go out. I want to take you to dinner. I want to show you off. Billie ..?” He made a snuffly noise, and kissed my chest, snuggling in. I was pretty sure he was planning to do what I had done earlier - flake out. “Hey, no sleeping. It’s still early.”
“Feels late.” Yeah, he yawned. This wasn’t in my plan. I shook him gently, trying for a response, any response.
“So whaddya think?”
“Tired. Can’t think.”
“Billie …”
He sighed, which part-disguised another yawn. “Yeah, sounds lovely. Gotta eat some time, and it’s good when someone else cooks, and I love you. There, I thought.”
“Brilliant. Italian?”
“Uh huh.”
“Seven?”
“Mmm.”
“That’s settled. I’ll call Angelo now.”
With the dead-weight lump lying on me, I made the reservation, read the text from Mom that confirmed they had arrived safely and that the kids were in bed, and checked out the video I’d shot. It was quite short, and I played it through twice, by which time it had started to have an unexpected effect on me. At least, unexpected after what had gone down in this bed recently.
Mmmm. Gone down ….
I decided to try my luck with my unresponsive partner.
“Jeez. Billie, take a look at this.”
“Huh?”
“The video. Look. It’s hot.”
“Morning ..”
“Billie, please.”
He lifted one eyelid halfway to humour me, but he was so obviously on the verge of sleep, apparently too blasted to get anything from the sweet little porno I had directed, produced and recorded. I put the phone away with him barely registering the movement, and leaned back to take stock of the situation.
The facts were simple. I was a fair way to being hard again - at least it would take very little to get another usable boner out of me, and in this bedroom, we are not known for wasting perfectly good boners. Secondly, I still felt bad about leaving him high and dry earlier, and thirdly, I figured I was destined to jerk off before I settled down for the night, and that left me a choice - a cold, clinical liaison with a Kleenex, or something rather more satisfying, and involving my husband of two years, who, incidentally, looked drop-dead gorgeous at that moment, swept being virtually comatose and drooling. Finally, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do something that I hadn’t done for a couple of days, and that something definitely involved Billie. Conscious.
Decision making at its finest. I had to wake him.
The blond head was heavy against my chest, his shoulders rising and falling rhythmically, his body curled into a human question-mark. He was boneless, easy to position, and he helped me, unconsciously straightening his legs as I rolled him onto his back. I lay next to him, head close to his hip, and stared at my prize. His whole body glowed in the low light, his hair luminous compared to the dark pillow beneath his head, his ink standing out, indigo on alabaster, and his flat belly glistening with the sticky evidence of sex that we had been too fucked to remove. I kissed the silver threads of the c-section scars, licked a little residue from his stomach, and satisfied my craving by taking his flaccid cock into my mouth, spurred on by the memory of my glorious wake-up call a short while before. The activity in his groin woke him enough to blurt out a curse-word blurred by a yawn, but I was encouraged to continue by the sensation of swelling flesh, and probably within a minute or so, both of his heads were paying attention. I sucked until he was almost fit to fuck, then tried for some coherent conversation.
“You awake?” I didn’t say intelligent, I said coherent.
“Yeah, well nearly. but Jesus ….”
“Any way and every way. That’s what you asked for, that’s what you’re gonna get.”
He exploited the novelty of being able to move his arms by stroking my hip, but that seemed to max out his energy, but I knew, however tired he was, he was never going to turn down a blow job.
“You’re a regular fucking Santa Claus.” He turned his gaze to his seventy-five-percenter. “So you’re going to finish this, yeah, not give up part through and tie me to the bed again?”
I licked my lips. If my balls could talk, they would have been screaming ‘yes ….’, loud enough to drown up my moderately-pitched answer.
“Absolutely.”
“Great, but what about you, Love? There’s something going on down here, too, but I think you dislocated my fucking shoulder.”
“It’s okay, I got this one, Billie. Just relax.”
He nodded, lashes sweeping over his sparkling eyes, and mouthed ‘I love you” at me as if he was worried about waking himself up. He pulled a second pillow under his head to improve the view, then let his arms fall loosely to his sides. His interest in what I was about to do made my cock react, and I grabbed a fistful of Kleenex to save our poor bed from another soaking, because as sure as hell, it felt like my balls were going to dig deep.
I was literally salivating by the time I swallowed him down, two of my fingers a tiny way inside him, five more gripping my own erection, trying to match our progress pace for pace. I was consumed by pleasure, mine inextricably linked to his. with most of my concentration on the organ in my mouth, and the flavours and odours bombarding me. He sounded so appreciative, sighing my name and letting me know how he was doing, both in words and in actions, inhibitions gone as he remembered that we were alone. I seriously love blowing him when he is laid back and lazy, and I am the one making all the demands on him.
I felt like I could have kept this up for the whole night. In fact, I was so absorbed in the job in hand (and the one in mouth), that he had to call my name twice before I responded with a half-lidded stare, looking up straight at the back of my phone.
“Fuck, that’s good, but you gotta be quick, Mikey. You only got ten percent battery left …”