“Only yours. Put it in me. I need it.”
When I toy with the tip of the vibrator around his rim, Cal moans and pushes backward, fingers clenching around the blanket. “Please, please give it to me. Now.”
My cock is leaking just watching him writhe and beg, but when he pins me with a glare, I push it in. After all, I did tell him he’s in charge.
“Yes.” He hisses and rocks into it. “Turn it on.”
I hit the button, slowly building the intensity, listening to his erotic moans grow louder as I pump the vibrator into his ass, angling it to make sure I hit his prostate.
“F-fuck, that’s . . . so good.” He mewls, one hand grabbing and pulling at his nipple.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I love it.” He whines, pushing his hips back to get the toy deeper. “Turn it up more.”
I do.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck. . . Mac, need you in me too.” He’s writhing, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin and damn—I’m ready to blow just from the sight of it.
I grind my erection into his ass cheek while he fucks the toy.
“Mac! Now! Please!”
Carefully, I sink a finger in and tug him open more, then push my cock in slowly, giving him time to adjust.
A low, strangled cry erupts and I stop. “Red?”
He shakes his head, breaths raspy. “Just . . . overwhelmed . . . need a second.”
When he pushes back on me, I thrust in more. His legs widen and he arches fully, giving me his ass to fuck.
And I do.
We keep going, both of us growling and grunting like wild animals, completely primal.
My fingers dig into his hips with a bruising assault. “Mine. This ass is mine. You’re mine. Only mine.”
“Yours,” he cries out, his voice hoarse. “Always yours.”
I rut faster and accidentally press the button on the vibrator because the hums jack up in intensity. “FUCK! Jesus, fuck!”
A blinding force shoots through my body, my balls tightening as I fuck Cal until I come so hard a strangled roar, like some mythical beast would emit, literally breaks free.
My ears ring and my eyes are closed, mouth agape while my cock fills his ass with cum. When Cal starts squeezing me, I swear I’m about to have a heart attack and die.
“Mac . . . too much. . .” Cal’s voice is muffled, but I know the feeling, my own cock too sensitive as well.
Withdrawing, then turning off the toy, I slowly pull it out as Cal’s body gives a few jerks before fully collapsing against the mattress.
I gently toss the vibrator onto the ground, then scoop him up into my arms. “You okay?”
His eyes are glazed, and he buries his face into my chest.
“Cal?”
He nuzzles deeper into me.
A knock grabs my attention and I look up. Rex comes in, handing me a glass of water, though it looks a bit cloudy. “There’s sugar in it. Orange juice would’ve been better but . . . fuck this world right?”
