“Yes, Sir.”
I look at his cock. “And you’re already half hard. Someone is as eager as I am. Chest against the door.”
He does exactly as told, pressing his bubble butt out some, and it looks fucking delicious.
“Love this ass.” I step closer, setting my bag on the floor. “So round.” I smack it, the sound echoing through the space.
“Fuck.” He breathes out. “More.”
“I’ll give you a spanking later. Right now, I just want to fuck. This is already taking longer than I planned.”
James has told me before that he likes to feel used, and I really fucking want to use him. I open my pants. I didn’t wear underwear, but there’s a pair packed for later. My dick was hard the second I saw him, anticipating this—anticipating him.
“Scoot back a little and bend forward. Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says breathily, bending beautifully for me.
“Fuck.” I trace the small, black plug stuffed between his cheeks. “One day I’d like to come inside you. Spend a whole day filling you and then plug you all up so none of it can come out.”
“Yes. God. Yes. I’d love that.”
“I know you would, naughty boy.”
He gasps when I twist and pull the plug out, being sure to set it on the table, not wanting to make a mess for him.
“Don’t move, hole,” I tell him, James giving me a deep, gruff whimper in response.
He’s beautifully open for me, wide and gaping. The sight makes my cock weep.
I pull the lube and condom from my bag, suit up, getting myself nice and slick for him before I grab James’s hips and enter him with one, sharp thrust.
“Oh fuck! Thank you, Sir, for giving me your cock.”
Those are maybe the sexiest words I’ve ever heard. I’m drunk off them, high off him. Off this perfect fucking man, who is so structured, such a rule follower in so many ways, but he’s also the man who came here, wearing a plug and is now bent over, holding his ass open so I can use him as my hole.
I thread the fingers of my right hand through his hair, tightening my hold and pulling his head back. He takes it, eyes glazed over with lust as I pound into his ass.
“Needed. This,” he says choppily, the tight glove of his body already close to pushing me over the edge.
“You think about it every day, don’t you? Riding my dick. Me owning this ass.”
“Yes, Colton.”
“You like being my hole.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You like being my good boy.”
“Yes. Never felt like a good boy until you.”
My hips stutter at that, losing my rhythm for a moment. How has no one made him feel good before? Damned if I don’t want to make sure he always feels that way.
I fuck him harder and faster, desperate for my nut. “My good little hole is going to make me come.”
“Can I, Sir?”
“No.”
