“Yeah?” I flicked open the button on his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could slide them down. It was a damn good thing he’d kicked off his boots before standing on my bed. As if he knew what was expected of him, he planted his feet on the mattress, legs as wide as he could spread them. “Fuck, so pretty for me.”
He let out a sound I couldn’t even describe when I dipped my finger past the thin scrap of fabric between his cheeks. He was a fucking sight with his erection poking out of the top of his thong, precum pooling on his stomach.
His body spasmed when I pressed against his hole. “Hold on a little bit longer. We need to get those eggs out of you so I can fill you up.”
“Oh, God. I can’t, Daddy,” he whined, thrashing his head from side to side. “I’m too close already.”
“It’s okay if you come for me. I’m not going to make you hold back tonight,” I promised him. “The doctor said this will be easiest on you if you’re on your side.”
I helped him roll so his back faced me and grabbed the lube. That was one thing the doctor had emphasized. I pressed the top of the bottle against his gaping hole and squirted some inside. Mav cried out.
“I know, baby. I should have warmed it up for you.” I stroked his hip and thigh until his breathing steadied. “Now, do you think you’re ready to do this for me?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” he cried out.
“You’re so strong, sweetheart,” I praised him before kissing the top swell of his ass. “You can do this. It’s going to hurt, but then Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”
I spread his cheeks wide and saw the orange egg I’d inserted earlier, peeking from his entrance. “That’s it, baby. Bear down. I can see the first one.”
He sucked in a ragged breath before pushing. The egg started to come out, then was sucked back inside his body the second he relaxed.
Fuck. We should have done this at the club where Blake could have supervised. I wasnotgoing to let my boy down now, but I sure as fuck didn’t want to have to make a call for help.
“Try again, sweetheart,” I urged him. While he’d showered, I’d done some research to make sure this would be safe. A lot of the sites I pulled up said only if there was a string attached, and I was glad to see Blake had brought that type just in case. It was the only reason I wasn’t totally losing my shit. I had to stay calm for Mav. Funny, in some ways this felt like what men probably went through while their female partners were giving birth. “This time, I want you to go slowly. Try to breathe out for as long as you can. If you need me to grab the string this time, tell me.”
“Yeah, I think that might be good,” he admitted. “But don’t pull it out. I want to do this. Hurts, but in the best way.”
“Whatever you need.” Mav reached back and took my hand. I laid my head on his hip, watching as he worked to expel the eggs. Fuck, this was a strange night. Even more bizarre was the fact my hard-on was back and begging to be let out to play.
The orange egg plopped onto the mattress and nearly fell to the floor. I caught it, setting it somewhere behind me. “That was amazing, baby. Two more, and then you can have your reward.”
His entire body glistened with sweat, his curls damp and matted to his forehead. I whispered soothing words to him, giving him time to relax from the exertion. He squeezed my hand and twisted around so he could see me. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“That’s my boy. You know what to do now.” I talked to him in hushed tones, encouraging him to take his time with the second egg. When he struggled, I poured some lube on my fingers and coated his entrance. On his next push, the egg started to come out. “That’s it, baby. Slow and steady. You’ve got this.”
He was panting and cursing by the time a blue egg landed against his thigh. “I lied. I don’t want this. Fuck, these aren’t even that big. The book boys can have the babies and I’ll read about it.”
I chuckled, wondering how long it would be before he was begging me to fill him with even bigger eggs. He was riding the edge between pain and pleasure now, but the pain won out.
“One more, that’s all you have left,” I told him, standing long enough to strip out of my clothes. The second he was emptied, I planned on filling him again. I ripped open the condom and suited up while he took a break. I slid into the bed behind him, cradling him in my arms. “You’re beautiful, Mav. Just the fact you asked for something you wanted to try is amazing. I don’t ever want you to hold back. I want to be the man who makes all your fantasies come true.”
“You already are.” He laced our fingers together, his back arching when my erection tapped at his entrance. “Fuck, I want you inside of me so bad.”
“You know what you have to do.”
I don’t know if it was the fact he’d already done it twice before or his eagerness to feel my cock inside of him, but the third egg practically slid out of his body. And as promised, the second I moved them out of the way, I buried myself deep inside.
He definitely wasn’t as tight as he usually was, but that gave me an idea. “You want Daddy to finger this hole while I fuck you so you can feel the stretch you crave?”
When he didn’t answer right away, I worried that I’d pushed him too far. He’d already been through a lot tonight. “Please, Daddy. But only one. No more.”
“Whatever my princess needs,” I promised him. It was awkward trying to finger him and fuck him at the same time, but I’d do it a million times over for the whimpers and cries falling from his lips. His body contracted around me, and I pulled my finger out, needing to feel his cock in my hand instead. “This is going to be over quick.”
“That’s fine by me,” he sighed, covering my hand with his. “Feels good, but I’m sleepy, Daddy.”
“I bet you are.” I picked up the pace, thrusting home four more times before spilling into the condom. The next time we did this, I wanted it to be his body taking my cum. I wanted to play with his sloppy hole, shoving my release back inside of him every time it leaked out. Hell, I even wanted to lick him clean, and the idea didn’t even freak me out. “I love you, Mav. Whatever happens, never forget that.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.” He was sound asleep before I returned with a washcloth.
