“It’s not a cherry anymore. You took care of that, with this big fucking cock of yours.” He strokes his again.
“It’s still my cherry. Everything about you is mine until I’ve paid up.” And damned if those words don’t somehow set me free.
Rory doesn’t seem to realize or feel the same because all he does is turn around, doing as I said, straddling me with his ass in my face, his cheeks spread open. Fuck, it really is a nice hole—so small, so tight and pink, begging for my dick.
I grab the lube and set it beside me on the bed.
“Too bad I don’t get to hunt you this time. My prey came to me.”
With my hands on his cheeks, I spread his ass farther. God, I want to taste him, want to flick my tongue against his ring and watch him thrash and beg for more.
“Soon, I’m going to eat you out.” I rub my thumb in circles around his hole and watch it flex for me. “We’ll do something bad, something we’re not supposed to do. You can wear pretty panties for me while we do it, but you won’t let me see. I’ll just know they’re there. Then we’ll come home, and you’ll get all clean for me, then show me how sexy you look in them.”
“Fuck,” Rory says breathlessly, pushing his ass back toward my finger that’s still playing him like an instrument.
“I’ll pull them aside and eat your ass for hours before I fuck it.”
“Do it now,” he orders.
“No. I’m going to make you wait.” Leaning forward, I spit on his hole, hearing Rory take a sharp breath.
“Do that again,” he tells me, and I do, watching my saliva pool between his cheeks, some of it running down to his balls.
I suck my finger into my mouth, then watch his ass stretch open for me as I push it inside. His body sucks me in, this tight, hungry vortex I’m going to possess and fucking ruin, but only in the best ways.
Rory ruts against me, rubbing his cock along my body while I fuck him with one finger, then two. He’s so damn tight. It’s still wild to me that my dick fits inside him, that mine is the only dick that has ever been in his ass, and a part of me revels in the thought of keeping it that way. Rory says I’m his pet, and you know what, maybe I am. I don’t fucking care anymore. He makes me feel too good. But if I’m his pet, then he’s mine too, to play with for as long as I want.
“Give me another one. I like the way it feels when it stretches.”
“Look at you, the Mafia size queen. Only big dicks for my little cherry.”
Spit isn’t enough anymore, so I squirt lube on my fingers and work three inside him. He gives a hungry groan, deep and urgent. I use my free hand to smack his ass, watch as a red strawberry blooms on his cheek.
“Oh fuck. You’re killing me, pet. Do that again.”
I spank his ass and finger him, suddenly wishing we hadn’t agreed on five hundred a fuck. That will be over too soon. I’ve only had him once, and I’m already wildly addicted to the high I feel with him.
I twist my fingers around inside him, stretch him, rub his prostate, and Rory nearly lurches off me.
“I need to fuck, pet.”
“I’m not done yet.”
“Yes. You are.” He pulls off me, his hole stretched wide, but turns around before I can admire my handiwork. “Youonly get to be in control when I allow it.”
He reaches for my nightstand and pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, then rolls it down my dick like he’s done this a hundred times. Well, I’m sure he has, but I mean other than for himself.
“Lie on your stomach,” I tell him, moving out of the way so he can. A twin bed isn’t the best for two people, but we’ll make it work.
Rory does, legs spread, ass poking out. I smack it again, and with his head cocked to the side the way it is, I see his eyes roll back.
“God, I’m so glad I robbed you,” I find myself admitting.
“I’m so glad I let you. It would suck if you were dead.”
I sputter, then laugh because the wildest shit comes out of his mouth, and I love every second of it.
“It would definitely suck if I was dead.” I don’t know that I’ve ever cared so much about that. Maybe just because I knew if I was dead, I couldn’t take care of my mom, but right now I want to be alive because doing this with him feels so fucking good.
