“Mmph?”
I took my hand away and kissed him hard. “I’m not ever gonna forget something you need.”
And right now, he needed lube, cock, and cum, in that order.
Mission motherfuckingaccepted.
16
Noah
Don’t come yet don’t comeyet don’t come yet.
Oh God, it definitely shouldn’t have been this hard not to come since G had told me not to and I really, really liked doing what he said, but… but itwas.
Usually, my body just naturally obeyed him. But right now? Not so much. It was taking at least half my limited supply of willpower to keep my hands tucked under my head so I didn’t accidentally jerk myself off like I so very, very much needed to, and I was pretty sure I’d already used up all the rest by trying not to come anyway—even though Iwasn’tjerking myself off—because Gage had just had histonguein myass.
Oh God, I wanted Gage to put everything in my ass. It was like magical cum fireworks started going off inside me whenever he did anything to my butt. It gave me a whole different kind of orgasm than when I came from doing regular dick stuff, the kind of orgasm that started somewhere deeper and went on a million times longer and turned all those cum fireworks into a brain-melting cumsupernova.
“Gonna fuck you so good now, pretty slave,” Gage promised as he climbed back onto the bed after fetching the new lube and then spread my legs apart so he could settle between them, sweet talking me even though I was the surest thing in all of suredom.
He popped the lid open, filling the room with the scent of—
“Is… is thatcinnamon?” I blurted, propping myself up on my elbows and peering down the length of my pale, skinny body to where he was kneeling.
He grinned at me, rubbing some between his fingers, and winked. “Yep.”
I blinked, forgetting what I’d even asked for a moment because omigod, grinning like that? He was so hot. Just looking at him made my dick start to jump and jerk around like it was trying to dance for him or something. But then he repositioned my legs—bending my knees up and spreading my feet apart—and reached for my butt, and I remembered we’d been talking about the lube.
“This priest guy stuck it in my bag when I went in to pick up your collar earlier,” Gage said.
My eyes went wide. Really? A priest was at a sex toy… bondage… um, kink store? And the guy had somehow known exactly the perfect lube for Gage? That wasamazing. Like literally God’s will or destiny orfateor something. Because—
“Youlovecinnamon,” I breathed out… but then had to stop talking completely when Gage pushed one—omigod, no, it had to betwo—cinnamon-slicked-up fingers into me.
I flopped back down flat on the bed, my face flushing with heat and my cock drooling all over my belly.
“Damn right I do,” Gage said as my eyes rolled back in my head and the now familiar weird-and-wonderful feeling of being stretched open and filled all the way up swamped my senses. “Said on the label it heats up, too. That working? You feeling anything like a tingling sensation here, Noe?”
He wiggled his fingers inside me.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I said on a long, drawn-out sigh, not surprised at all anymore that this had come from a priest, since I was pretty sure I was having a religious experience... especially when Gage suddenlytwistedhis fingers, pushing the cinnamon lube even deeper and making choirs of angels start singing inside my ass.
“Fuck, baby, still so tight,” he said in that low rumbly tone he used whenever he was super turned on. “Your ass is gripping me like a vise. Sucking me in like a goddamn Dyson.”
His fingers brushed against that spot that always made me want to build shrines to him and beg him to let me worship him forever, and I gasped, my back arching up off the bed so hard my spine popped.
Didn’t care. Didn’t need it. I just needed—
Gage did it again.
—that.
“Omigod,” I shouted, pretty sure I was never, ever,evergoing to get enough of butt stuff… or cinnamon… or Gage.
Gage, who was myboyfriend.
That sent a ripple of perfect pleasure through me, and he laughed, low and sexy. “Good, huh? Jesus, your ass is greedy for it, babe.”
