“You call the shots. But . . . if it gets too much, say RED and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Um . . . okay.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares at my chest, then looks up at me. “I want you to use the vibrator . . . and your dick at the same time—like last time.”
I swallow hard, fingers coiling tight around the toy. Of course he has to throw out the one thing every bone in my body refuses to do.
He takes my wrist and lifts it, the toy rising between us. As our eyes stay connected, he licks a line up the shaft of the vibrator, then sucks on the round head.
“Jesus. Fuck, Cal.”
Giving me a wink, he turns, then removes every stitch of clothing before swiping the lube from the nightstand, thencrawls onto the bed, his ass facing me. He proceeds to work himself open, looking over his shoulder and arching.
“Tempting little slut aren’t you.”
He blushes hard, then starts to fingerfuck himself. Give this kid an inch and now he’s putting on the most lewd show I’ve ever seen. And fuck if I don’t reach down and squeeze my cock.
After removing my clothes, I climb onto the bed between his legs, taking his lubed hand and wrapping it around my cock. “Get me ready. And . . . since you like to spy on others . . . I’m keepin’ the door open.”
He whimpers, his fingers tightening around my length as they move up and down.
While he strokes me, I lube up the vibrator. “Greedy for cock, Little Fawn?”
“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 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.”
