I step out of my pajamas with a modicum of grace and lie on my back on the bed, in what I hope is an inviting sprawl.
Harry groans, and strides over to the bedside cabinet. “For the love of all things holy, there better be lube in here.”
He pulls open the draw and then pauses for a moment before chuckling. He picks up a long thin box and holds it up while giving me a wry smile. I know that box. That’s the box that holds the magic dildo in it. My mouth falls open in shock.
“I… I let Stephanie pack for me,” I protest.
Harry raises an eyebrow and I feel myself flush. Having staff pack for me is very lazy, but she insisted. And by the time I saw this room, the staff here had already unpacked. None of this is my fault.
“Luckily for us, she is excellent at packing,” he says as he holds up a giant bottle of lube with his other hand.
My cheeks are on fire now, and I have to look away. I really hope he doesn’t think I am so presumptuous. But he seems pleased and not outraged, so I guess it’s all good.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” says Harry and my stomach flips over and my cock swells even more. Suddenly, I cannot think of anything else.
Wordlessly, I roll over and obey him. My breaths are heavy, as if I have forgotten how to breathe. Harry moves to the foot of the bed. He is staring at my naked ass and nothing has ever felt more intimate.
The lube bottle squelches and then cold gloop hits the top of my butt crack. I yelp in surprise but the sound turns into a moan, as the lube trickles down to my hole. Harry’s fingers join it, and he smears the lube around. His touch is like electricity. I cry out and my cock leaks pre-cum.
I want him so much that it hurts. I want the stretch, the burn. The feel of him deep inside of me. Making me his. I crave the pleasure he can give. I desire the intimacy. The feeling of closeness. I want all of him and I want it now.
He eases a finger inside of me and I yowl as my fingers clutch the sheets. The sensation is a taunt and a tease. A mere echo of what I need. I rock my hips back, encouraging him to give me more. He adds a second finger. It’s still not enough. He starts a scissoring movement and I moan with joy, more at the knowledge that he is quickly preparing me for the main event, than the sensation itself.
His fingers disappear, and I whimper at the loss but I also shiver in anticipation. But to my surprise, he appears underneath me. Lying on his back and sliding between my legs until his head is level with my cock.
Hot, wet heat envelopes my cock. The sensation curls my toes and throws my head back with a gasp. He is relentless. There is no time to catch my breath as he lavishes my cock with attention. He sucks. He licks. He kisses. Each alternating sensation drives me more and more wild. I’m sobbing and thrusting into his mouth.
Something broad and blunt pushes at my hole. His fingers? No! I howl as I realize what it is. It’s the magic dildo. He is going to fuck and suck me at the same time. It’s crazy. It’s hot. It’s going to completely undo me.
He pushes inside me and it feels so much like him, that disorientation makes my head spin. He grunts and sucks me harder. My arms collapse and my face hits the mattress but somehow my knees are still holding up, just enough so that I’m not suffocating him completely.
The dildo slowly stretches and fills me. It’s warm and pulsing. Damn, it feels good. There is nothing better than Harry’s cock inside me. Either the magic one or the real one.
He starts to move it in and out. A fast rhythm that causes delicious friction. The suction on my cock is intense and his tongue is sliding up and down the underside of my cock in perfect time with his thrusts. It’s all too much. My orgasm explodes through me. I can see only stars. Hear only my gasping breaths. Feel nothing but screaming ecstasy.
Slowly my mind comes back online. I’m lying on my back. The dildo is still inside me. Harry is looking down at me. His eyes wide and dark with lust. They flick down to my stuffed and stretched hole.
“You look damn good like that,” he growls.
I whimper helplessly.
“I wonder how many times I can make you cum?” he says as his eyes flare.
A strange noise comes out of my throat, and my cock gives a valiant twitch. Harry chuckles. Clearly accepting the invitation. His head lowers. His soft, wet tongue flicks around my rim, where it is stretched around the dildo. The dildo that is also him.
I yell and buck, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My body is still trembling with aftershocks and everything feels oversensitive. But he shows no mercy and licks me again. I keen, and he chuckles, his breath warm against my most sensitive parts.
It’s going to be a long night. A long glorious, wonderful night.
Life has never been better.
Chapter twenty-one
Harry
Colbyyawnssleepilybesideme. Without thinking, I reach out and pull him close to me. He looks up at me with a dazzling grin, before settling against my shoulder. The feel of his warm body pressed against mine is intoxicating. We are just sitting in the back of a car, driving through the early morning light towards home. There is no reason for this simple moment to feel so special.
It must just be endorphins from a night of wonderful sex. I’m just thrilled to discover that Colby wants me even when he is not ripe. And he clearly doesn’t see it as a martial obligation. He enjoys being with me. Nearly as much as I enjoy him. He is an absolute delight between the sheets. Passionate. Responsive. Honest. Sexier than sin. Being granted the privilege of the pleasure of his body feels like an honor I have not earned.
