“Not yet.” I thrust harder, driving him into the sheets. “Hold it until I give you permission, or I’ll edge you for the rest of the night and send you to sleep with my cock inside you and that toy still buzzing and nothing to show for it.” I bit the side of his neck. “Are we clear?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his whole body shaking with the effort of throttling his release. “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Hold it.”
His answer came in a mix of moans and sobs, his desperation lost in the twisted sheets. It came in the squeeze of his hot, perfect ass strangling my dick.
My orgasm boiled up, snapping the last threads of my control. With a growl, I pushed him flat and fell on top of him, grunting and thrusting as I seized his wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of his head. Pumping harder, I found his earlobe and bit hard.
He cried out, his passage spasming. Three hot, furious thrusts later, I came on a bellow, jerking as I spurted into his ass.
For a second, I could only lie there, panting against his neck with my heart trying to escape my ribs. Then I eased my dick from his body and guided him onto his back.
His face was flushed, his pupils blown wide. His erection strained against his stomach, which glistened with precum. I flicked off the toy and slid the cock ring down his shaft. He hissed through his teeth, his erection bobbing.
“I’ve got you,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I used my other hand to pat his thigh. “Lift this leg.”
He obeyed, pulling his right knee to his chest, and I slipped two fingers into his messy hole.
His eyes rolled back, and he arched off the bed. “Jesse!” he gasped. “Oh god.”
I stroked him faster, my gaze fixed on his face as I massaged my cum into his sweet spot. His thighs trembled, his muscles taut with impending release. His brow creased, and his mouth fell open, that plump bottom lip so slick and pretty.
“Just a little bit longer,” I said, pressing firmly against his gland while I worked his shaft with quick, twisting strokes. “God, you hear how sexy you sound?” I pumped my fingers in his ass faster, drawing slick, filthy noises from his body as I brought my mouth to his and spoke against his lips. “So loud and naughty for me. I think your ass wants to tell me something. Maybe it didn’tget enough. But that’s okay. I’ve got more for it, sweetheart. I’ll keep this slutty hole filled right to the top. Then I’ll plug you so you don’t spill a drop. You’ll carry my seed all day, and when I want you again, you’ll be slick and ready for me. I wonder how many loads I can fit in here. We’ll have to find out.”
“Shit,” he whimpered. Then he pressed his lips together like he worried I might continue to deny him if he begged.
“Come on,” I urged, stroking him faster. “Come for me, baby.”
He gasped against my mouth. Then he came on a wild cry, hot spurts of cum shooting over my knuckles and splashing both our stomachs. I worked him through it, stroking his seed up and down his shaft. When he shuddered, I pulled my fingers from his ass and gathered him into my arms.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my chest. “That was…”
“I know,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his sweat-dampened hair.Perfectwasn’t a strong enough word to cover it, so I said nothing, just tightened my arms around him. His breathing evened out, and for a moment, I thought he’d fallen asleep. But then he shifted against me.
“So that’s what that cock ring does,” he murmured sleepily.
I huffed a laugh. “One of several functions.”
He stilled, and he sounded mildly scandalized as he asked, “There are more?”
“Multiplefunctions,” I stressed, smiling against his hair. “Multiple attachments, including a plug.” I reached down and pinched his tip. “I bet you won’t last three seconds with that buzzing inside you.”
He lifted his head, humor and curiosity gleaming in his eyes. “Do you speak from experience, or…?” He let the question hang in the air, radiating so much charm it was a wonder the air around him didn’t sparkle.
I laughed, unable to help myself as I rubbed a palm over his hip. “I take all my toys on a test run. Why? Is that something you’d want to see?”
He propped his head on his hand, clearlyall-inon this conversation. “Uh,yes, to the point of setting up a tripod and camera like goddamn Steven Spielberg.” He laughed when I shoved his head away, and he came right back, his smile turning contemplative as he toyed with my chest hair. “I wouldn’t mind eating your ass, either. I know you’re not vers, and it’s okay. I don’t need to fuck you. But I’d like to take you apart sometime.”
I cupped his jaw. “I’m not opposed to you taking me apart. I’m not opposed to anything that brings you pleasure.” I brushed a strand of damp hair off his forehead, feeling a little dizzy at how far gone I was for him. “Just because I’m dominant doesn’t mean I’m not flexible.”
His expression went immediately calculating. “How flexible are we talking?”
“Enough that I’ll let you eat my ass sometime.” I reached down and squeezed his butt. “Ifyou ask nicely.”
He laughed as I pulled him from bed and into the shower. We soaped each other, touching and kissing with the steam rolling around us. When I slid gentle fingers into his cleft, he shuddered and pressed his forehead to my shoulder.
I put my mouth to his ear. “You okay here?”
