Homebound @Effy
Connor was all smiles in spite of the pain. His texting with Effy made him feel better. The male nurse had helped him with a shower. It had been a little uncomfortable for him surprisingly. While he had been with men, the idea of being unable to really move and being almost at the mercy of another man was causing a bit of pause. He wasn’t sure Effy had understood the subtext of it but he didn’t think he would bring it up again. He knew the nurse wasn’t to blame. He’d been professional even if a little forward. He’d accepted a massage but had stopped him short of any sexual contact. He was fit but the knot in Connor’s stomach wouldn’t let him get excited.
The same couldn’t be said after Effy’s texts. He liked that she was taking off a week to care for him. No one had ever done that before. She cared about him, for him. He felt actually loved. He’d eaten soup for lunch and was sitting in the living room flipping through channels. They had a lot of channels. He then switched over to Netflix and tried to find something that would keep him sitting still. He didn’t really watch much television. It was rare that he made it through an episode of one show without checking his email or getting something from the kitchen. His ribs were preventing one of those. The other was limited in that he hadn’t anything to check since he was out of work for at least two weeks. He felt like one of the pups when he heard her car arriving. He could feel his smile lighting up. He sat up with a grimace and ran his hand through his hair.
There was a stack of paperwork on her desk that she was choosing to ignore for the time being. It was nothing important. Correspondence from fans or people that wanted her opinion on this or that. Nothing she could do in a week or from home. Honestly Effy didn’t have to come to the office at all if she chose not to. She could do all of this from her office at the house. The reason she came here was because she needed the distraction or when there was a specific event or meeting that she needed to attend that day. So taking a week off was not really a sacrifice. The perks of being her own boss. Sure she had a few people she answered to when it came to her articles and such, but she was mostly left alone to do what she wanted. They trusted her at the magazine and they all loved her because of her sudden fame. Gave the magazine more popularity now that her name was attached to it. They were even talking about a promotion of sorts along with giving her a spot on their new radio show. There were lots of good things coming her way as far as her professional life. Her personal life still had a few bumps but it wasn’t bad. Effy was happy. Really happy. Which was a bit troubling from time to time. Why did she miss being miserable again? Oh yeah, because misery she could handle.
“See you twats in a week.” She waved at the two blokes that worked in her department before walking out of the building and into her car. The drive was not bad. She face a little traffic but it was expected at this time of day. Everything started to quiet down when she left the city. It was one of the things she loved about living way out here. How quiet it got. There was no one around for miles in every direction. Before going home though she made a stop at Connor’s favorite ice cream shop to buy some nice treat. Then she got a few bottles of wine from the nearby liquor store. Not the best idea since Connor was taking pain medication but Effy was not all that concerned about the risk. She had popped pills and drank a thunderstorm without having an issue before. Effy parked her car right out front and she immediately heard the dorks barking. She grabbed everything from the trunk and made her way inside trying not to drop everything she was carrying. The moment she opened the door she was welcomed by the three pups. “Settle down, boys.” She kicked off her shoes and placed everything on the kitchen counter. “Have you all been good to daddy today?” After putting everything away she made her way to the living room to find Connor siting on the couch with a smile on his face. “Hi babe.”
He was smiling as she greeted him. The boys were after her attention but she easily put them in their place. He wondered if they would ever not be happy to see either him or her. They acted like they were their whole world. He understood the feeling all too easily. She was his world. He couldn’t not see himself being disinterested in seeing her. He would probably wag his tail if he had one. “Hi yourself. God you look great. I think I missed you.. is that possible?” He went to get up but he ended up not being able to right then. His injuries were getting better but it was still a struggle to stand up sometimes. The momentum he needed was diminished because of his inability to move properly. Breathing also hindered movement. “Don’t supposed you could come over this way?” He looked at her and licked his lips waiting to kiss her.
“You put stuff away… anything fun? Battery operated?” He laughed a little but knew she often brought home new toys to try out and review. Their sex life was always exciting. Well had been until this. Granted he hadn’t been up for a lot but even making out the other night had been a bit difficult. He hadn’t even masturbated in a few days now and it was building up. The nurse had left a few minutes earlier so they were alone. He felt himself getting a little turned on as she walked over to him. “Did you tell your mates I was in need of special care?” He joked but wondered if they knew about his incident or at least his current state. He didn’t think Effy would mention it to anyone but even if she did it wouldn’t be a bad thing. She wouldn’t laugh at him with them. After all, here she was ready to nurse him back to health. She finally stood in front of him and leaned down to kiss him hello. The kiss was soft and delicious.
It was nice to have this type of welcome every time she walked through the front door. Connor tried to stand to greet her but his injuries wouldn’t let him move too much. He looked adorably pathetic this way. It was a little weird to see him so vulnerable though. Physically that is. She had seen him crumbling at the seams emotionally and mentally before but this time it was his body that was broken. “Anything is possible.” Being hurt was putting a bit of a pause to their sex life but it was not stopping it completely. Just because they couldn’t shag as they normally did did not mean they couldn’t do anything. Connor still had very use of his fingers and tongue. And they had a myriad of toys to choose from. No, she was not even a little concerned about it. “Not exactly.” She answered when he asked if what she had brought home was battery operated. “I got you some ice cream. You can eat it off my cunt.” She chuckled as she approached the couch. “Nah, didn’t tell them anything. Just that I was going away for a week.” Effy leaned down so she could kiss him but she pulled away before he got too comfortable.
She took a seat by him and started to pull up his shirt as careful as possible. “Lift.” She helped him out of it and then began to work on his sweatpants. “So, you didn’t have fun with Nurse Randy?” With his skin exposed she could look at his bruises. They were still bad but healing quite nicely. Before he could answer though, she placed her lips on his chest. A kiss here, a soft nibble there. Tongue licking one of his nipples. “You like me instead?” Of course he did, but she was teasing him as she traveled south, down his stomach. She stopped before reaching his pubic bone though, pulling back with a cheeky smile on her face. “What did you miss?” Still smiling she curled her fingers around her shirt, taking it off. Breasts hidden behind black linen. “Touching me, maybe?” She smiled wider, biting her lower lip for a second before moving back to kiss him. “Want a little show, Tiny Tim?”
He laughed slightly at the mention of ice cream and her pussy. “Hmm.. seems like a waste though.. I’d rather just eat your cunt plain.” His smile held naughty promises. He loved going down on her. She didn’t let the kiss last and he almost pouted but stopped himself. He really was turning into one of the pups. Everything seemed to be an immediate reaction even more now. Effy sat next to him and took off his shirt then his pants. He was more than half hard now. Any touch by her seemed to exacerbate the issue. He touched her face as she examined him. She had taken great care of him on her own. He knew she was a bit tired of the mundane but she had been a good sport about it all. She asked about the nurse. “He was fit but..” His thoughts were lost as her lips connected with his chest. Then her teeth were introduced. Connor was lost in the sensation. “Yes..” He swallowed and licked his lips. “I like you instead.”
His ribs had to be healing as he didn’t feel as horrible when his breathing increased. There was still a nagging dull ache but no stabbing pains. Her mouth was working its way down and he almost closed his eyes to wait for the warmth to envelop his cock. But she stopped and he laughed. “Evil.. very evil..” She asked what he missed before taking her shirt off. He could see her erect nipples poking through the silk fabric and he groaned slightly. He wanted his mouth on them. “Yes.. touching.. kissing.. licking..” He missed it all. “Looking at you.. I missed that too..” He bit his lip at the mention of a show then a puzzled look was on his face. “I think he used crutches.. Charles Dickens yes? A Christmas Carol?” He paused. “But please yes.. a show.. would be delightful.”
“Yes, Connor. Charles Dickens.” She kissed him again, rubbing their noses together. It was too easy, wasn’t it? Specially with Connor being bed ridden and unable to perform the way he wanted it. The way he answered her questions and told her what he missed doing. It made the grin on her face turn into something more devious. “Must be so frustrating for you, yeah? Wanting to bed me over and fuck every other which way.” She pouted, moving away before he could touch her. It was probably an evil gesture on her part but she liked making him squirm this way. Effy found this type of torture incredibly satisfying. Mostly because she knew it made the sex better when she teased him. She took a moment to run her hands through his hair and felt him settle subtly under her hands. She couldn’t deny he was beautiful, even bruised up like this. The vulnerable nape of his neck, the long sculpted lines of his back and arms, his lean swimmer’s build and lightly muscled frame showed to advantage under the soft lighting. Effy brushed her fingers across the discoloration across his sides, and some of the purple bruises that were still decorating his arms and pecs. She found a strange form of fascination for each one of them and the way the contact with her fingers made him react.
Their lips conjoined perfectly. Their tongues touched, lightly, briefly, the tips just sliding across one another, then they launched into the kiss proper. She closed her eyes as their mouths meld, joining with each other in one long, frozen moment.They parted, breathing heavily, their lips wet. Effy traced her hand down his flank, stopping to give his hip a little squeeze. She pushed back further and sat on his lap, leaning back her head so her hair fell down her spine and a wave of her perfume drifted over him. She squeezed her bottom down so he could feel the full weight of her sex press on his erection. She wriggled, sensing the bump now herself, pleased that he was so obviously turned on. She removed her bra, slowly before reaching for his hands and using the fabric to tie his wrists. Nothing forceful, but playful. Then she reached out to caress his cheek. Leaning towards him, breasts swinging forward. Effy ran her hands over her belly and up to cup her breasts. She knew by touching herself she was making him think of touching her, of grabbing her skin and burying himself in her warmth. “Tell me how to fuck myself.”
He needed this. Her. Effy. Kissing her was the best medicine he could hope and want for. But then she was teasing him and moving away from him. She knew exactly what she was doing too. He could see it in her eyes. He licked his lips and nodded when she mentioned the frustration. He didn’t trust himself not to beg. Her hands were in his hair and he all but melted into them. He couldn’t help it. Her touch, her being was all he needed. That was how he felt. Her fingers moved down his neck, down his chest. His body was covered in chills. Even as she grazed his bruises, sometimes the pads of her fingers pressing into the purple a little harder. He heard the air escape his lungs and knew he was lost in her power. Always lost in her power. They kissed once more and he felt his cock fully spring into life. A drop of precum slipping out and over his head, down his shaft. Their eyes met and he could see her desire for him. He knew his desire for hers was evident in even his breathing. But knowing that she wanted him in the same way, it stole his heartbeat.
When she sat on him he could feel the heat between them. Her cunt so hot. His cock twitched and needed to be inside her. He swallowed and groaned. His hands found her hair but she then bound them with her bra. His eyes were pleading for her. Effy touched his face. He turned his face into the touch and kissed her hand. He wanted whatever she wanted. His balls ached. His cock almost screamed for her. His voice was hoarse as he tried to answer. He felt dizzy with hunger. Her hands moved along her body and he did groan. That he could manage. Another swallow and he thought he could feel sand sliding down his throat. “Please… rub your clit for me.. get your fingers wet.” He paused and shivered. “Feed them to me.. Let me taste you like that.”
He was completely at her mercy and she didn’t have to much effort into it. Not that she needed a stroke to her ego but it was nice to know she had the power to turn him into a begging mess. Effy could feel his cock throbbing against her inner thigh as she rotated her hips just right. His eyes were heavy lidded and lustful, just the way she wanted them. Connor spoke, telling her to touch herself and get fingers all wet. He wanted to taste her. The corners of her lips curled a bit more as she stepped off the couch so she could undress from the bottom down. The skirt that had been clinging to her waist was gone and so were the pair of laced panties that were barely even there to begin with. And she knew having his hands tied that way drove him mad. She would be too. Hated when he did that. Look but don’t touch had never really been a motto to which she lived by when it came to sex. Usually, where her eyes went, her hands went too.
Effy moved back to his lap and he was already tense under her gaze. She could see his abdomen contract with each little surge of pleasure, and his breath come out in stuttered sighs. Effy could smell their heat like perfume in the air. Fingers trailed over his stomach again, nails scratching lightly up his sides. She leaned down for another kiss, fingers teasing his nipples to try and elicit a moan. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Lust racing through her. His eyes fluttered open and she found herself caught in his gaze, like a moth in a web. Effy spread her legs wide, two fingers pushing aside her folds to give him the best view. Dragging her fingers on either side of her clit, the feeling sharp and electric. Her eyes slip shut as she began to fell the currents of her own pleasure, letting herself get lost in the undertow. Connor was watching her, two fingers already buried deep inside. She watched him lick his lips, waiting for her to give him a taste. Effy laughed softly, pulling them out of her cunt and running them across his lips, wetting them with her arousal.
He could only watch at this point. Between his bound hands and his limited mobility he was her captive. He didn’t mind. Not with her. Funny how he’d felt uncomfortable with a male earlier. He wasn’t bound, nor was it overtly sexual nor something that required him to feel defensive. Yet he’d felt uncomfortable. Here Effy was about to have his way with his sensibilities and he was utterly open to it. Aching for it. Needing it. His temperature spiked as she stood up and undressed. At the sight of more skin, he held his breath and felt a chill at the base of his spine. He didn’t fight against the bra around his wrists. He didn’t want to rip it apart or worse hurt himself trying. She moved back to him and he could feel his hips wanting to arch up and somehow end up inside her. Her warmth hugging him, pouring her excitement down his shaft and mixing with his.
But she wasn’t about to allow that. At least not yet. Instead her fingers found their way down his chest. Her nails leaving small red trails along the unbruised skin. Nothing too hard but enough to remind him of how deep she could gouge him as he squirmed. She mentioned how she was thinking about him all day and he moaned. He would have asked what she had been thinking about but he couldn’t find the words. Their eyes met and he could see how turned on she was. Effy opened her legs and he could see. His breath catching now. The sight of her was always hypnotic to him. She began playing with herself and he could almost imagine how she felt. How slick she was. How velvet soft her clit was. He loved touching her. But she had the power today. Her fingers disappeared inside her and he licked at his lips. Thirsty. He wanted to drink from her. Maybe he could get her to sit on his face if he laid on the floor. She chuckled and then her fingers were back in his line of sight. She teased him. A gentle touch of them against his lips. A deep breath and he had her scent in his lungs. His mouth opened and he eagerly took her fingers between them. His tongue licking at them like a man in the desert licking at nectar.
Her fingers grazed his lips for a moment before he parted them and welcomed them into his mouth. Connor sucked on them for as long as she allowed him to. “Good boy.” She taunted him before she returned her fingers to her exposed cunt. A soft pleased sigh fell from her lips as she let her head fall to the side. Her other hand occupied her chest, groping and squeezing in a sloppy rhythm with her fingers. Every now and again she would move to tease and pinch her own nipples. Her hand stopped as she bit her lip, the hand traveled down her torso, stopping to her navel, but then quickly continued the journey downwards. All the places she knew Connor wanted to touch. Moving her hands to a more comfortable position for both to be occupying the same close region, she swiped her thumb over her clit in an attempt to remove the slick wet fluid making it easier for her, she began to gently rub at her clit with her finger while her two fingers on her other hand continued their work with a flick of her wrist. When Connor tried to move closer she pushed him back with her foot. “Down … You just get to watch for now.”
Slowly she raised her hips off the couch and her head fell backwards as her blue eyes squeezed tightly shut. The fact that he was watching her was so damn satisfying and it made her want to cum that much harder. Her finger on her clit moved faster. Her hips twitched slightly as a familiar feeling started to tingle in her lower regions. A few seconds more she pulled out her fingers and stopped her rubbing, moving them towards his lips again. Effy sat up slightly and shifted, the slick between her legs turned her on even more with a blush splattered across her already pink face. “Tastes good?” She laughed, eyes fixated locked with lust filled ones as she seductively licked her lips while her two fingers pressed to her entrance but not enough to fuck herself. Spreading her folds slightly, teasingly. Her fingers spreading the wetness down her inner thigh as she wiped them off. They moved down to her clit as she set a fast pace rubbing herself, she was already close, she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer. The space was silent except for the heavy breathing come from two pairs of lungs. She shifted her hips upwards off his lap again, but purposely shifting to expose herself even more. “Ugh … shit.” Her rubbing sped up and her hips twitched forward, baby blues lidded as her knees began to tremble, her back arching, and toes curled. She abused her sensitive clit a bit more before allowing her hips to drop over his cock. Another string of laughter as she captured his lips with her own. “Want me to untie you now?”
Effy called him a good boy and his cock jumped. His eyes were glued to her. He devoured every movement. His breathing was shallow but it was ok. It didn’t seem to be hurting. Her luxuriant and decadent demeanor was more than a simple show. It was art. Her fingers inside her. Her other hand touching her breasts. She was very generous with her motions. His cock ached and he wanted release. Connor knew that his own movements were extremely limited but surely if she worked him up enough he could handle a bit of thrusting. At the very least maybe her mouth on him. His gaze fell on her hand as it moved to join the other. For a second he thought she would finger herself with fingers from both hands but instead she played with her clit. He shivered. He could break out of the bra if he wanted to. She wasn’t an expert in knots though she did know her fair share. The undergarment’s material was pretty good quality too. But he simply didn’t want to. He was delighted to be her captive. When he did try to get closer she pushed him back and he moaned. Pure pleasure and not pain this time.
She was rubbing and fingering herself and he could tell she was close. He’d gotten her there enough times to know. His own testicles were tight and needing to be touched. Her fingers left her cunt and moved to his mouth again. He sucked on them hungrily. She moved them away from his mouth too soon and teased him about the taste. “Yes.” He managed to gasp out. He could see her opening herself more. How he wanted to do it for her. How he wanted to drive himself between her legs and fill her up. She played with her clit once more and he could see her clearly getting to her climax. His breath caught and his ribs no longer a matter. Not a conscious one. He groaned as he could feel her on top of him. When she arched her back and he felt the trembling like an uncoiled spring he groaned and growled. He wanted her. When she was done he could feel her wet cunt literally against his aching cock. She laughed as she kissed his. His tongue pushing its way into her mouth seeking the warmth there. Effy asked if he wanted to be untied. He nodded.
Once she untied him, he used what strength he did have to lift her hips enough for him to get his cock inside her. He wouldn’t last long. He let out a soulful moan as she gripped him, dripping on to his shaft as he slipped in. “Ride me a bit please.. I need to cum.”
She found the desperation in his voice to be quite beautiful. When she felt him move inside her and his words begging her for release, Effy felt her body grow hot once more. Not that it had enough time to cool down. She heard him cry out like a wounded animal as he felt her cunt warm him up. “I don’t think you’re gonna last very long.” She started to move her hips, moaning loudly as he felt Connor’s cock shift inside of her. Effy always loved this, being on top and in control. Connor moved his hands to her hips, squeezing them tightly to control the speed that she went. She placed her hands on his cheeks, leaned in, and kissed him. He placed one hand in the small of her back and another on her upper back, and squeezed her against him. Their bodies were both firm and toned, but Effy had a few soft spots that felt pleasant when compressed against his.“Mm,” she hummed contentedly into their kiss. Effy found the vibrations against her lips pleasant, and sought further stimulation. She opened her mouth slightly and sought Connor’s tongue with hers. The excitement was like lightning in her body. She involuntarily arched her hips toward him to create the slightest friction between them. Fingers caressing her skin and she quivered at the touch, hairs now completely standing on end as she fought to keep herself from coming undone too soon.
“Fuck … you feel bigger than usual.” She paused, resting her heat against his erection. Erotic warmth emanated from her, and the sensation of her soft skin left them both breathless. Her body was screaming. High core temperature. Increased heart rate. Flushing of the face and neck. Engorged, swollen sensation in her pussy. Urge to rub against him more. She was well lubricated, but it was still a tight fit, and the slightest application of force was needed to push his head past the boundary each time. He moved his hand back to her hip and allowed her to take the lead from there. Even though she was used to his size it was still a shock to her system sometimes. She shuddered a bit. She very slowly lowered herself. About halfway down, she stopped again to take some more breaths. She placed her hands on his wide, firm chest, pressing her weight on him to help her lift herself. Effy remained completely silent, only allowing small breaths to escape her lips as she worked. Connor, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically noisy, filling the air with the sound of desperate but gentle grunts. She enjoyed the sound as much as she enjoyed the feeling of pressure on her insides.
Connor felt Effy’s cunt grip him and he moaned. He knew he couldn’t move a lot. He was aware of all of his limitations right now. He could move his hips a little. She was doing all of the work. He was very appreciative. She mentioned him not lasting long and he couldn’t even muster a negation of her statement. She felt amazing. His hands on her hips. He wasn’t in control but it gave him the illusion of it. Sex was as much psychological as it was physical. He didn’t mind submitting to her. Not at all. He knew he was more submissive to her than he’d ever been. But she cared for him. She loved him. She’d earned his trust and loyalty. When she leaned into kiss him, his hands moved to bring her in. It was almost an embrace. He could feel all of her. A slight pain in his ribs but it wasn’t more than a simple muscle voicing its discontent. It wasn’t outright pain or agony. Their tongues played together. He groaned into her mouth as she moved. She mentioned his girth feeling even more so. There wasn’t anything he could say. She felt tight but then again she always felt tight. He loved how she gripped him. How her pussy swallowed him and controlled him. She Moved and he placed a hand on her hips. He needed her to ride him.
Any other time, he might have flipped her and fucked her hard. But he couldn’t do that. Not yet. A couple of weeks and he could be more active. Only if he behaved now. The only thing he could do to express his need, his hunger was vocal expression. Letting himself groan, grunt, whimper. She was taking him slowly. Every inch of him was being taken in and coaxed closer to his orgasm. He could feel her pushing against him but she was still so light. Her muscle definition was good. Between their running and her visits to the gym, she was in incredible shape. He couldn’t get enough of her. Not her mind, her body, her spirit. She gave him the will to keep going even when he doubted his world as he’d been doing lately. Connor lifted his hips a little, adding a bit of a push. He wanted her to cum on his cock. Another round of grunts and he could feel his testicles tightening. “Make me cum for you Elizabeth. Make me cum.”
Her face tensed up. She squinted his eyes slightly and furrowed her brow. Effy could feel it. All of it. Like a volcano ready to erupt. He was the same. His breaths were erratic and jittery, which Effy could feel with her hands on his chest. His fingers tensed and released on her hips as she continued to ride him, noting these changes. There was no doubt in her mind that he was close to exploding. Recognized when he got lost in the pleasurable sensations, and was not able to control his reactions. The way her tight walls collapsed around his shaft as she came down pushed him relentlessly towards the release he needed so badly. Effy was not sure if he masturbated when he was alone or if he was waiting for her. It felt like the later. The way his face twisted. As if he hadn’t been able to cum for days. Her nails buried in the skin of his chest as her movements increased. “Yeah? You wanna?” Still teasing him. Couldn’t be helped. Effy leaned over to kiss his jaw so she could whisper in his ear. “Give me that hot cum babe.”
A small laugh and she was starting to lose the composure she so tightly was attempting to control. She began panting more audibly, and began riding him with more desperation. Instead of a careful and deliberate up and down rhythm, she started bouncing and smacking her body against his--anything to increase the intensity and the fire between her thighs. She had also started to rub herself against him when she would land on him, taking a moment to grind her lips against his skin before going back up. Their couch creaked and quaked with her forceful movements. Her pleasure reached a peak that completely overwhelmed her. It felt incredible when he came inside her. She continued to ride him, which pushed him over the edge. She watched intently as he clenched his teeth and panted heavily. She could feel him twitching and throbbing inside of her. Her breathing had become irregular as her ecstasy increased. She gripped him. Her muscles began to tense again. She kept her face very close to his, enjoying the gentle puffs of his breaths and the pleasant way that he smelled. There it was, that overwhelming warmth building inside of her. In that moment, she felt that rubbing against him was the most important mission of her life. The warmth grew, and grew, and then reached a peak. "Ah..." Effy released a tiny cry of ecstasy and panted desperately. All the muscles in her body tightened. Her insides contracting around his cock. She stole a soft kiss while she climaxed.
