“Please,” I whisper as he strokes me faster and harder. “Let me be your fuck doll — you can fill me however you want. Treat me like an object, like a toy that you just use for your pleasure.”
“How do you think I should use my toy?”
My breath is coming in quick pants and I’m leaking so much precum Ran barely needs the lube. “Oh God, Stud,” I moan. “Fucking ruin me. Piss on me, spit in my mouth —treat me like you’re just going to throw me out after you’ve wrecked me and left me filthy.”
A low growl rumbles in Ran’s chest. “Good girl. I love hearing you tell me how you need to be used and how badly you want to submit to me. Good girls get permission to come. Do you think you deserve to come tonight?”
“Oh God, please —” I beg.
“Tell me you deserve to come because you’ve been such a good girl for me.”
“I —” Something catches in my throat. “I de-deserve —” The words stick there. Iwantto obey him but I can’t make my mouth say it. I shake my head.
A puzzled frown flickers over Ran’s features. “Tell me you deserve to come,” he prods in a softer tone than before.
I shake my head harder. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m confused and mortified to be inexplicably unraveling like this. I don’t know why I can’t say the words Ran wants, but I justcan’t. “Youtellmeinstead,” I beg hoarsely.
There’s a question in Ran’s eyes, but to my relief, he does what I ask. “You want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”
He keeps stroking my cock with a firm grip as he brings his lips to my ear, pulling me back into the moment and my arousal. “What do you want to hear, hmm? That your pretty lips and your warm mouth and your tight hole all make my cock so hard? Orhow proud I am of you for being such a slutty little toy, such a sexy good girl for me?”
When I whimper, Ran lets go of my cock. My heart sinks, afraid he’s brought me this close just to leave me desperate, when he suddenly pulls me against him, chest to chest. Reflexively, I suck in a quick breath —and my belly.
“Stop that,” he growls in my ear.
“Stop what?”
“You know what I mean.”
My exhale shakes a little, but I obey Ran’s command and relax my abs. I feel his dick pressing against my own a moment before he grabs my hand and wraps it around both of them.
“I can’t stop thinking about how hot it looked that first night we fucked —when you were jerking the two of us together. I want to come like that tonight,” he says in a voice rough with lust. “Could you come like that?”
“Oh God, yes —I’m so close.” Ran drizzles lube over my clenched fist. I can feel my orgasm looming as I jerk both of our cocks, sliding against each other and my slicked-up hand. When I bring my eyes up, I’m met with a stare hot enough to melt everything inside of me. “Tell me I can come — please, Stud.”
Ran moans, a sound that threatens to pull me over the edge. “Yeah, Babydoll, I want you to come. I’m so goddamn close.I want to come with you and make a complete fucking mess out of the two of us. Come for me.”
White heat explodes against the back of my eyelids. My orgasm crashes over me a half-second before I start to feel Ran’s cock pulsing in my hand. Focusing with an effort, I look down. Our mingled release slides between our dicks and drips down my hand. Just like Ran wanted, it is a perfect fucking mess. Even as my pleasure begins to ebb, seeing both of our cocks together like that makes me moan.
“Holy shit, baby,” Ran pants. “That was so hot.”
“That what you wanted to see, Stud?” With my brain still awash in endorphins, my words slur like I’d been drinking.
“Sure is, baby. I can only think of one thing that would be hotter right now,” he says, a gleam in his eye. He keeps that beautiful hazel gaze on me as I lick my hand clean for him.
34
AARYN
By the next night, I’ve gotten used to the way my folks’ spare bed feels, but I still can’t sleep. I roll over and look at Errol, who’s on his back with the arm nearest me hugging a pillow.
I think for the briefest moment about pulling it out of the way and taking its place, but I don’t want to wake him up. Instead, I get up and fumble around in the faint glow of the night lightfor my pajama pants and a T-shirt, then open the door as quietly as I can and head into the kitchen for some water.
Mom is sitting in the dark at the little breakfast bar, looking out the window at the backyard. She starts a little when I come in. “Sorry — didn’t mean to scare you,” I whisper.
Light from the table lamp that’s always on in the living room throws off enough illumination for me to get my water and come over to sit across from her. “How’re you doing?”
Mom shrugs without taking her gaze from the windows. I know she’s worried about Dad, even though the stent procedure went well and he’s supposed to be discharged tomorrow. Seeing him today was a bigger relief than I expected. His color was back,he was almost up to his usual level of cantankerousness, and his voice had lost that faintness I heard in it yesterday.
