“Casey, you’re one of the few people in the world who listens to me when I speak and does what I say,” I murmured. “If you try to stick your cock in me and I really don’t want it, I’ll say no. I won’t be scared.”
“But I don’t want to force you.”
I lifted up and shimmied my pants down, happy to have everyday things like stripping be easy again. My cock bobbed up, and he let out an appreciative groan. “I’m very, very ready for you.” I wiggled the bottle of lube out of my pocket and handed it to him. He chuckled, and then I got on my knees in front of him, leaning on the coffee table. I glanced back over my shoulder at his dumbstruck expression.
“I want you, Casey.” I flexed my ass around the plug and it was amazing. I arched my back and shoved my ass toward him.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered.
The tension in the air grew thick as he took his time with me. I clenched my fists and smiled to myself while he toyed with the plug, fucking it in and out of me.
“Casey bear, please?” I asked.
“You didn’t bring down a condom.”
“I didn’t want one.” I glanced back at him. “I’m not with anyone else. I haven’t been.”
He stilled. “You’re serious?”
“About not cheating on you?” I asked, slightly outraged.
He grinned. “About not wanting the condom.”
“I trust you.”
He was on his knees faster than I’d ever seen anyone move in my life, and I knocked my forehead against the coffee table as he licked a stripe of scalding heat from behind my balls to my hole.
“Gonna play with you tonight,” he said happily, and I moaned.
“Casey bear, I need younow.”
He licked at my hole until my cock drooled drops of precum onto my thigh and my heart rushed in my ears. He eased out the plug and then stabbed his hot, wriggling tongue into me for what felt like hours.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, and he surprised me when he sank his teeth into my right asscheek, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely a reminder of who was in charge right now. My dick twitched and I whimpered.
“Sorry, Big Brother.”
“You’ll be writing me some lines later,” he said, but a thrill shot through me as I heard the top of the lube bottlesnickopen. “I will not swear. Five hundred times.”
“What? I won’t,” I said, a happy squirm going through my gut and twisting into a knot with the sex heat already strung tight in there.
“You will, or I’ll think of a worse punishment.” His warm breath disappeared from my ass, and the next thing I knew, he nudged his cockhead against my hole. I nodded and braced myself. The last time I’d had him in my ass had been insane. He was so big I couldn’t quite decide if it hurt or not—even with a lot of prep. As he eased into me this time the same overstretched, too-much, not-enough tangle of need powered through me.
“Lean up over the table,” he said, and I did as he asked, sprawling so that I grabbed the edge on the other side. Pencils rolled and fell off the table, and I dropped my forehead against the cool wood. He shoved my pajama pants farther down my legs—soft thick fabric he’d bought me himself for winter—and used his knees to spread my legs wider.
“Go hard,” I said.
“No.”
I thumped my fist against the table as he carefully stroked into my body. His thick cockhead spread my insides wide and a tremble of electric sparks jolted through the root of my dick to dance on my cockhead. I whined. It was good, and the same jab of pleasure happened when he pulled out, too. He filled me so full there was no room for anything but him.
“Casey bear, please.”
“Patience.”
He set a steady rhythm, and I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t take long for me to break and shove myself back against him. The sensations pelting through my groin and skittering in warm streaks down the insides of my thighs made me need more. Want more. He growled, and I grinned, glancing to my right. I’d been working on a sketch of an indigo blue bear, a realistic rendering this time, and I focused on it while he battered his hips against mine.
Then there was too much of a good thing and I couldn’t think. I yelled and shoved back to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips too hard and it ached, but I liked that. I wanted the reminder of him on my body later, finger marks that made me his. Fuck patterns, scrawled across my skin like tattoos.
