“There weren’t any towels,” he said as an explanation.
“You don’t need one. Go shower. Clean up.” I popped the P, and watched the way Smith’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he nodded his understanding. In the bathroom, he’d find what heneeded to get the job done, and I waited until the water turned on before heading into the bedroom myself.
I stripped naked and yanked open the drawer in the nightstand where I’d stashed most of the things I’d planned to use on him. A dildo, much bigger than my cock even on its best day, a bottle of lube, and a fresh bottle of poppers, as a starting point. Closing my eyes, I let my head land against the wall, and I took my dick into my hand and gave it a lazy stroke. I wasn’t hard, but I wasn’t soft, not quite halfway, and my soft attention kept me at that mark until Smith got out of the shower.
There was pleasure to be had, even if it wasn’t something I sought out or craved, and when Smith padded into the bedroom, still naked and wet, a shiver tore through my body and centered itself in the middle of my dick. I released my shaft and reached for the dildo, lining it up alongside my length.
“I want you to ride me,” I told Smith, slicking the silicone cock like it was part of my body.
Smith licked his lips and climbed onto the bed, straddling me and smashing my hand between our bodies.
“Grab the poppers.”
He unscrewed the bottle and dropped the cap onto the sheets. I didn’t need to ask if he remembered how to use them as they’d become something we used commonly in bed together. I wasn’t always stretching him that far, but he’d confided in me after our second round with them that he liked the head rush that came from their use, and he hadn’t been wrong earlier when he called me out for never wanting to tell him no.
“Do you want my fingers first?” I asked.
Smith bit his lip and shook his head, raising the bottle to his nose. With my stare focused on him, I felt around the bed for the cap as he took one inhale through his nose, then another. He let his head fall back and I put the cap back on tight, then bit theinside of my cheek when he lined himself up with the toy and began to bear down.
“I took liberties in the shower,” he explained, the angled tip pressing into him with more ease than I’d expected. “And in the hot tub,” he said, taking another inch of the toy and then another. It was no time at all until Smith was seated on my lap, the toy eight inches inside of him. I adjusted my grip so I could hold the toy where I needed it to be, then gestured with my chin.
“Ride it, baby.”
It took a few thrusts for Smith to find an angle that worked, and I realized for the first time, that while he had topped his best friend before and certainly taken plenty of me inside of him, he’d never had a dick in his ass. The shared experience felt important, and I brought our chests close together, licking a line up the side of his neck as he finally found a pace that worked for him. I wouldn’t lie; the weight of him on top of me paired with the breathy moans he didn’t even try to contain was doing something to me, but I still wanted him like this, filled and stretched and wanting.
“I could take you, I think,” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe. “If you wanted.”
“Do you want?” Smith rolled his head, reaching again for the bottle of poppers on the bed.
“I love you like this,” I told him. “I don’t want anything more than what I have now.”
“Nothing more?” he breathed in deeply, body going heavy and pliant against mine. I could have probably gotten the toy and my dick inside of him for how loose and horny Smith was.
“I want you to come,” I corrected. “Touch yourself while you ride me, and once you’ve finished, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
Smith arched a browandarched his back, fucking riding me like his body had been designed for it. He took his cock into hishand and stroked himself to the point of no return, grinding his hips down on my lap as spurts of cum shot out of his cock and painted his stomach all the way up to his chest.
He collapsed onto his back with the toy still in him, chest heaving with every desperate and clear-headed breath.
“What’s my surprise?” he asked, gorgeous lips spreading into the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.
I climbed over the top of him, brushed his hair back from his face, and kissed his forehead before crawling off the bed and standing to my full height.
“You know I love you, right?” I asked, teasing my fingers through his hair.
“I know.” Smith blinked slowly, content and sated. “I love you too.”
“Do you remember how to make this stop?”
He nodded, still slow going. “Red,” he murmured. “Why?”
I tightened my fingers in Smith’s hair and dragged him off the bed. His ass hit the ground with the dildo still inside of him and he yelped, hands flying up and grabbing my wrist to ease some of the pull on his hair.
“Riggs, what the?—”
I hauled him out of the bedroom and into the living room before he could get another word out, and it didn’t take long for him to realize exactly what was going on. Smith was still afraid, but he was eager…a treacherous combination. Flinging him over the arm of the couch, I used one hand to hold him down against the cushions, the other to spank him hard across his ass. The dildo had fallen out of him in the hallway, and his well-fucked asshole puckered and gaped at me, so after another spank against the back of his thighs, I plunged two fingers straight into him.
