I collapsed forward onto his chest, his cock still inside me, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat and come. His arms came around me carefully, holding me close, and I felt his softening cock slip out of me.
Immediately more of his come leaked out, running down my thighs and onto his, and I felt the emptiness acutely. I didn't want to lose it. Wanted to keep him inside me as long as possible.
“There's a plug,” I mumbled against his chest. “In the nightstand. Top drawer.”
Grant went still beneath me. Then he started laughing—a deep, genuine sound that rumbled through his chest and made me smile despite my exhaustion.
“What?” I lifted my head to look at him.
“You—” He was still laughing, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You have a plug to your cabin?”
“I was hopeful.”
“Hopeful.” He shook his head, grinning. “Here I thought I knew how kinky you were, and you keep surprising me.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Fuck no.” He kissed me, still smiling against my lips. “It's perfect. You're perfect. Stay right there.”
He shifted me carefully off him and reached over to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer. I watched him rummage through it until he found the plug—a medium-sized one, black silicone, nothing too extreme but enough to keep his come inside me.
“This one?” he asked, holding it up.
“Yeah.”
He grabbed the lube too and settled back between my legs. “Spread for me, baby.”
I let my legs fall open, feeling vulnerable and exposed but trusting him completely. His eyes were fixed on my hole, watching his come leak out, and the hunger in his expression made my spent cock twitch with interest.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “All stretched and messy and full of my come.”
He gathered some of the come that had leaked out and pushed it back inside me with his fingers. I gasped at the sensation, still oversensitive, and he did it again, working his come deeper.
“Gonna keep it all inside you,” he said. “Gonna plug you up so you stay full of me.”
He lubed up the plug and positioned it at my entrance. The initial stretch made me hiss but he went slowly, easing it in inch by inch until it was fully seated.
The fullness was different than having his cock inside me, but satisfying in its own way. A constant pressure, a reminder of what we'd just done.
“How's that feel?” he asked.
“Good. Full.”
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed my hip bone, then my stomach, pressing gentle kisses to the come drying on my skin. “You did so well for me. Took everything I gave you. So fucking proud of you.”
I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, just needing to touch him.
“We should get cleaned up,” he said after a moment. “You're a mess.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah, but I'm not the one recovering from injuries.” He sat up and looked at me seriously. “How's your shoulder? Your leg?”
“Sore. But okay.”
“Scale of one to ten.”
“Maybe a four? Five?”
