He hung his head and flushed from his pecs, flecked with silver curls in among the brown ones, all the way up to his hairline. “It’s easy to say that.”
Anger settled into my chest, but it wasn’t at Flynn, more at everything that had happened to make him feel this way. I scooped some of the solid oil out of the tin and waited until it melted in my hands, and then I slid around behind him. I worked on his neck first because he was tense. Often he came home and would roll his head on his shoulders with a frown until I came to rub his neck, and today was no different—all his problems seemed to live along his spine at the base of his skull and down between his wide shoulders. I massaged until his breath was coming easier. I really put some effort into working the knots out of his shoulders. Eventually I pushed him down onto his belly, and he nudged around the pillows until he was comfortable.
I went back to my favorite job in the whole world, slicking up Flynn’s body with oil.
Not long later, his thick thigh muscles and calves were shiny and gleaming, along with his densely muscled back, and I had two handfuls of his perfect ass muscles. I slid one hand into his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to look straight ahead into a mirror, and then I turned his head to the side. He hissed as he glanced at us in another mirror.
“You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever seen. Do you really think I’d want someone else?”
He bit his lip and said nothing, and anger ate at me some more. I stuck my fingers into the oil and used it to coat my pulsing cock. Pleasure twisted through my gut, and then I spread his hole open with two fingers to get him ready for me. His eyes slid closed.
“Watch this, Rookie. I’m taking care of you. I’m showing you that you’re the only one I love.”
His breath caught and his eyelids fluttered open. “Yes, Charming.”
“You’re the man I want. I love taking care of you. I love looking at you. And—” I pulled my fingers out and lined up my cock, using my knees to spread his legs farther apart. “—I love fucking you.”
Sliding inside him was a slick, pleasure-tortured dream. I loved it so much. I easily drilled my entire length into him, and he moaned, pushing his delicious ass muscles back against my groin.
“This is when you’re sexiest, did you know? Right now. When we’re as close as we can get. Do you think I want to do this with anyone else? Could another man strangle my cock like this?”
Flynn’s body blushed as I studied the sleek lines of his tense muscles, and I fucking loved it. I pulled back and slammed against him, angling to scrape my cock along his prostate as best I could.
“Answer me. Now,” I growled into his ear.
“No, Sir.”
Letting go of his hair, I groped under the edge of the pillows and snagged the ring I’d bought earlier. I took the cool metal out and leaned forward, stretching my body along the back of his. I loved that he was big enough to comfortably take my weight, and I easily found his left hand and slipped the ring onto his finger. It wasn’t a perfect fit, the band was slightly loose, and I was disappointed with that, but Flynn gasped like I’d shot him, which was the exact response I’d hoped for.
“Hold on to that for me,” I whispered into his ear, and then I unleashed. I fucked him hard and fast, sweat pouring from my body onto his skin, making the air spicy with musk. I laced my fingers with his, and he held on so tight it almost hurt. I stared into his eyes through the mirror in front of us and picked up pace, pleasure pounding through my body. His mouth fell open and his head tipped back, but he didn’t close his eyes, and then his body tensed around and underneath mine. I groaned at the wonderful pleasure that rolled me and tingled on the head of my cock where it was buried warm and safe in his ass.
“Judge,” he yelled and finally his eyes squeezed shut. He shuddered underneath me and I knew he was spilling cum. The tinge of spunk hit the air, and I buried my face against his neck and fucked as fast as I could because I wanted this moment with him. Less than a minute later I tensed and heat powered through my belly as I shoved deep inside him and filled him up with my cum, shuddering and moaning, and when I was finished, I carefully eased out of his body and wrapped my arms tight around his waist.
“Do you mean this?” I glanced up at the mirror, and his face was still red. He held up his hand and the gold on his finger glinted in the light.
Forcing myself to move from my wonderful, comfortable spot, I flopped to the side, then crawled around in front of him. He went to his knees, still staring at the ring, and my stomach tensed; I hoped this wasn’t him getting ready to hand it back.
Desperation struck, and I gripped his forearms tight enough that the skin around my fingers turned white. “I keep telling you I want you, and you keep acting like this is temporary. I wanted you to know I mean this. I’m in it to win it. Forever. With you and only you. No one else.”
Flynn covered his face with his hands, but thankfully he didn’t take the ring off. “I want this. Fuck me, but I want this. You’re—”
“Stop. You do?”
He nodded and a tiny broken “yes” slipped out to fill the silence between us.
Almost leaping out of my skin with happiness, I tugged his hands down and pressed a kiss to his lips. At first his mouth was stiff, but after a few seconds it went wonderfully pliant underneath mine, and I slipped my tongue in to tangle with his. “I love you.” Gasping, I pulled back and stared into his eyes, willing him to believe me. “I want my muscle sub to be my sexy husband, too. And I know everyone will tell me I’m too excited and moving too fast, and all that other bullshit, but what’s wrong with being happy? Wanting my partner?”
Flynn wrapped his arms around me and squeezed so hard I grunted. I knew he was strong, but he was a gentle man when it got right down to it, and I’d rarely felt the full extent of the power I’d help build into his body. It was a wild rush. I hugged him back as a feeling like getting struck by lightning zapped me and had me laughing.
“I love you, too. Yes, yes, let’s do it.”
I cupped his face and kissed him until he was forced to take a deep breath, and then I kept going until my head felt fuzzy. “I love you.”
He glanced around at the mirrors with a laugh. “Where are we going to put these when we’re not using them?”
“Oh, I thought we’d just keep the living room like this because I plan to fuck you in front of them at least once a day.” Laughing on the inside while I kept my face serious was difficult, but it was worth it to see him blush a brighter pink, then bury his face against my neck.
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you want, Sir.”
