B.Y.O.B. (BRING YOUR OWN BOWL)
JAMIE
“Do you trust me?”
His words catch me off guard—because I do. I nod, heart thudding.
“Okay, slight change of plans. I’m going to play with your sweet little hole first. Then you can—” He grins, and it’s impossible not to see the mischief in his eyes. “—blow me.” Yeah, he’s definitely scheming.
With a flop, he’s on the bed, the frame creaking beneath his weight. He settles on his back, arms propped behind his head, and pats his chest as if inviting me closer.
I crawl up, leaving a trail of kisses along his shaggy torso until I reach his head—and then I shower his face with the same gentle, teasing affection.
His dick pokes at my legs, and yeah, I’m so ready for this.
“You’re so fucking hard already.” I run my toes along the warm shaft, grabbing the head the best I can.
“Well, you have that effect on me.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, inhaling deeply. “Peppermint.”
“It’s my shampoo. They sell it in bulk at the After Dark Pharmacy.” I shrug. “It gets the job done.”
“I love it.” He takes a deep whiff of my head, pulling a few strands against his nostrils. It’s ridiculously adorable. And then his cock surges against me. Again.
“So, you’re going to open me up first?” I ask.
Magnus nods, delivers a sweet peck to my cheek, then whispers, “I want you to sit on my face.”
“Fuck yes.”
I’m up, boner bobbing as I climb, planting my feet on his vast shoulders. The thing is, with his long snout, there’s no proper way to sit—so it’s more of a squatting straddle. He lifts a hand to steady me, and when I wobble, he mutters, “Horns.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hold on to my horns,” he says, voice low. “To steady yourself.”
And yeah, another bonus of being with him. Horn handles.
I grab on and find my footing.
“There we go,” he coos. “Easy does it.”
Slowly, I lower myself onto his waiting tongue. The moment it makes contact, my ass rejoices—it’s been along week. It’s heaven having this again. Having him. And he wastes no time getting to work.
“Oh, oh, oh. Magnus.” I settle in, letting him consume me. “Oh, my gods that feels so good.”
With long, thick strokes, his rough tongue makes every nerve come alive. He does that little nibble thing on my ass cheek and then tentatively pushes the tip of his tongue inside me. I hold on to his horns, hunker down, and breathe. The toy I bought should have me ready for whatever he wants to dish out.
“Fuck, Torres, you’re so open.”
“I told you.” I let my right thumb slide up to the tip of his horn, feeling the sharpness as his hot breath blows on my hole. “This is all for you.”
I lower myself again, and Magnus goes deeper, moaning with each swirl of his tongue. His cock points right at me. Hard. The tip practically begs to escape from its sheath. But even though it almost reaches his chest, there’s no way I can grab it from here. Patience. We have all night.
With my hands grasping his horns, I’m able to grind down, lowering myself so Magnus’s tongue plunges deeper. He lets out a low grunt, and his dick pulses, the tip just poking out, already wet with precum.
“You like that, Mr. Trainor? When I fuck your tongue with my ass?”
