Okay, that wasn’t what I was expecting, but also…
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
I rest my head on his chest then remember. “Wait—what about lube?”
“I told you, Torres—I’ve got a plan.” He wiggles his eyebrows, impossibly pleased with himself. “Be right back.”
He gently shifts me offhim and rises from the bed. He walks out of the bedroom with his cock so hard, so big, it’s a miracle he doesn’t tip over. I hear him in the kitchen: cabinets opening, glasses clinking, water running.
When he returns, he’s holding a glass of water… and a large metal bowl. Does he have the sudden urge to bake? Make a salad? What’s he cooking up?
“Water? I’m sorry, Mags, but you’ve seen what you’re packing. That’s not going to cut it.”
“No, silly.” He grins, holding up the empty bowl. “The water’s for you to drink. This…” He gestures to the bowl. “Will hold all the lube you could ever want.”
My stomach flutters with confusion.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Magnus places the glass and bowl on the bedside table and stands before me. He holds his cock out, waving it before me. “Just suck me a little more. Trust me.”
Trust me. Those two words again. And I do.
I’m on all fours, mouth open, licking at the head of his thick cock while he strokes himself with a new eagerness. I take a good portion of him in, sucking, licking, twirling my tongue, and then when his jerking speeds up, I spit on my hand and crawl it underneath his balls and place it at his entrance.
“Fuck, Jamie. Right there.” His hips shake at the contact. “Do it. Please. Please. Please.”
He’s surprisingly tight. For someone who says everything’s bigger, apparently his hole isn’t. But with enough spit, I’m able to get half a finger in.
“Fuck, Jamie. Fuckkkk. Further. All the way. Please.”
Magnus takes a deep breath and my finger slides right in. His strokes accelerate, and his ass grips my finger, but I keep at it. Blowing him. Playing with his ass as his tail wraps around my neck. And then when his thighs quake, he lets go of his dick. I don’t stop sucking as he reaches for the bowl.
“Okay, okay, you can have the next load. This one goes…”
He pulls out of my mouth and shoots. Hard. Fast. Copious amounts. The bowl fills quickly, the sound of his cum blasting against metal. As soon as I understand what he’s doing, I swing around offering my ass up. Once he realizes what I’m after, he alternates between the bowl and my butt. Hot cum plasters my cheeks as I lower my torso and reach back to spread myself so he can get me good. His dick makes contact with my hole, still blasting, and my entire body shudders with anticipation.
When Magnus finally finishes, the air in the room is still. We’re both waiting.
And then his hand lands on the small of my back.
“You ready to get fucked, little man?”
11
RIDE THE MINOTAUR
MAGNUS
Jamie Torres ison my bed. On all fours. Spread wide. With my cum slathered all over his ass. And I’ve got a full bowl waiting. Finally, the insatiable libido, buckets—well, bowls—of cum and no refractory period come in handy.
“Mags, I’m so ready.”
My heart flutters at his new nickname for me. Most people see a title, a role, the horns. Never just me. But Mags… that’s mine. Small, intimate, like he’s naming a part of me I’d almost forgotten was there.
He turns his sweet face toward me. “How about we start with me riding you?”
“Anyway you like,” I say, already laying back against the pillows and holding my dick up like a damn trophy.
