I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, very much wanting to take a bath with him. Sometimes intimacy wasn’t about sex and seeing the light dancing in his eyes, let me know he wanted to share this moment with me.
He got in first, then helped me in, the water cooler than I preferred, but I had a suspicion things were about to heat up. I settled against him, our limbs twisting and hanging off the edge of the tub. It was comical how much he dwarfed the space. I wasn’t sure how we’d ever get out.
Jere wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my neck. “I like this. It reminds me of when we were kids. Remember that time we took a bath and spilled the entire bottle of bubble bath in the water, and created a living blob of bubbles?”
“Oh, geez. You blamed it on me too,” I said with a smile. “Mom made us clean it up, but I knew she found the whole thing funny. Hm, I wish we had some bubbles right now.”
“If my Danny wants bubbles, I’ll get him some bubbles,” he murmured.
He didn’t stop kissing me, laying little pecks all over my neck, my jaw, the tip of my ear. It made me feel like the most important person in the world. All the while, he stroked me with his big hands, dribbling water over my skin. All we needed was a love song playing in the background and maybe some candlelight and this would be the most romantic moment of my life. The world winked out of existence and took all its misery with it. There was nothing but us, my best friend.
“Danny?” he whispered.
“Hm?”
“Will you tell me about your dildos?”
The serenity shattered like glass. I craned my neck to regard him and he turned his attention to me. His skin was flushed, but I knew it was from the heat of the water opposed to his question. “W-what?”
“I want to know,” he said, his eyes hooding as if he were thinking about dirty things.
“Ah…”
“Don’t tell me you're shy,” he said and kissed the shell of my ear again. “Besides, I’m your best friend, you can tell meanything.”
Blowing out a big breath, I focused on his arms around me, how his skin was darker than mine. He was right and if we were going where I wanted this to go, it was something I’d like to share with him.
“Well,” I started, running my thumb in circles over his arm. “I have a little fetish.” I snorted a laugh. “Actually, abigfetish. I guess you can call me a size-queen.”
“So, you use them on yourself?” He inquired and I didn’t miss the excitement in his voice.
“Yeah, mostly. Not all of them. Some of them are kind of like my unicorns,” I said.
“Unicorns? Like the colorful one? You like to pretend it’s a horse cock?”
I laughed so loud it echoed through the tiled bathroom. He was like a little boy, completely captivated by something he had no understanding of. “No, not exactly.”
“Tell me more, Danny. I want to know.” His tone was deeper now, darker as if he were imagining all the ways I played with my dildos.
I stared into his beautiful gray eyes, searching them. I’d decided they were more like a stormy sky than cold and hard steel, filled with mystery and power. He really was curious. “When I say my unicorns, I mean like an elusive creature of legend to be captured. I’d bought some of the bigger ones with the intention of using them, but you have to work up slowly to something thatsize.”
He furrowed his brows, his eyes darting all over me in wonderment. They settled on my lips. “Do you use them on yourself a lot?”
“Not lately, obviously, but every now and then. They’re kind of like carbs, you only have them once in a while.”
“And they feel good?”
“Yes. But you have to take your time. It’s hard to describe the feeling of having your ass slowly stretched out. It can be a little uncomfortable, but that is part of what makes it an experience.”
I could see his mind working, the gears and springs turning to form the question. “Will you let me use them on you?”
I’d knownthatwas coming, but it blasted me with heat, nonetheless. I let go of a shuddering breath and watched as my cock rose from the water. Bumping my head against him, I imagined him pushing one of my dildos into my ass, slowly loosening my hole in preparation to take an even bigger toy.Fuuuuuck…And I wanted desperately to show him how much I could take.
“You like that idea,” he said without missing a beat. “Do you want me to fuck you with your unicorns?”
The sound I made was a mix of pure lust and befuddlement. He had a way with words, often to the detriment of social conversations, but every now and then, especially with me, he was spot on. I nodded against him and bit my lip as my cock pulsed. This was no morning half-chub, but a full-blown, I’m ready for anything, kind of erection. My heart hammered in my chest, sending the blood south.
He must have noticed my arousal—how could he miss it—because he snickered in the way of a predator that had set its sights on its prey. “I like the way you look when you’re horny.”
