He let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to rest on either side of my face.
“Okay,” he breathed. “I’ll send some of my stuff down here.”
I smiled, my vision blurring slightly. “Send as much as you want.”
“But,” he added, his eyes narrowing playfully, trying to reign in some kind of ground. “If I’m going to be spending off time here, we are buying new cookware. Seriously, Si, you have one pan. One. It’s tragic. I can’t cook for you in these conditions.”
“Deal. You can buy all the pans you want. Just… come back here with me.” I laughed, the sound vibrating through my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere. Ever,” he promised.
He pulled my chin back to his lips and kissed me softly, a tender seal to the promise we just made.
We sat peacefully in the living room for the next hour. I made a habit of trying not to move too much, but the fullness inside me was maddening. Every minute that ticked by, the ache grew sharper, heavier. Cal didn’t seem to mind the stillness, seemingly reveling in the ability to just hold me as tightly and as openly as he wanted. As I wanted.
When we finally made it back to the bedroom, I let him get ready for bed first, trying to play it off as I was scrolling on my phone, and not fixing to take our wholesome night of love confessions and turn it into pure pleasure.
When he came out and got into the bed, I hopped up, making my way to the bathroom. I swiftly tugged off the sweatpants, exposing the red thong and the plug it was barely covering. The black base pressed starkly against the red fabric. Then, to add just a bit more to the sight, I pulled on the hoodie, my old one of Cal’s, the one that even now, almost ten years later, he still loved to do unholy things to me in. And I fucking loved every goddamn minute of it.
I gave myself a onceover in the mirror. Even now, the hoodie was still a bit large on me, and it hung over my ass for the most part. I kept the zipper open, letting it frame my torso. Cal always loved planting kisses and bite marks across my abs when he had the chance, and I loved making sure he had access to do so.
The sensation of the plug was building as the anticipation did, the fullness of it rising to a nearly debilitating level. I was practically vibrating with need, my skin flushed, eyes bright with a dangerous kind of heat.
When I finally got the nerve to open the bathroom door, Cal was in bed, propped up against the headboard, playing some game on his phone with laser focus.
I walked out and crawled onto the bed on my hands and knees, the mattress dipping under my weight as I moved over him.
Cal looked up from his screen, a slow smile spreading across his face when he saw me hovering above him. He tossed his phone onto the nightstand without a second glance, his full attention shifting instantly to me. I straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.
“Hi,” I whispered.
Cal’s hands slid under the cotton of the hoodie to my lower back, familiar and warm. He went to cup my ass, expecting to feel the soft cotton of the normal boxer briefs I always slept in.
His fingers met bare skin, and then the thin, taut strap of the thong.
He froze, his eyes blowing wide.
“Silas. What are you wearing?”
“Something I hope you’ll like.” I bit my lip.
Cal gripped the hoodie and yanked it up. He stared at the red fabric cutting against my naturally tan skin, the way it framed the curves he loved so much. “Fuck. Do you have any idea what you look like?”
“Turn around,” Cal ordered, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that sent a shiver straight to my core. “Now.”
I scrambled around, facing his feet, and arched my back. I reached back, bunching the black fabric of the hoodie in my fists and hiking it up to my waist, just above my ass. Cal looked. He saw the thong. He saw the black flared base of the plug peeking out, glistening slightly under the dim bedroom light.
“Baby,” Cal choked out, the sound wrecked. “You’re plugged?”
“I wanted to be ready for you.”
Cal didn’t ask; he just hooked his finger around the base of the plug and toyed with it, wiggling it slightly. The movement sent a bolt of electricity straight through me. A gasp escaped my lips, desperate and loud. And then, he pulled it.
It slid out with a wet, suctioned sound that echoed in the quiet room, leaving me gaping and achingly empty.
“Jesus,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you. You’re gaping for me.”
He grabbed my hips and yanked me backward, flushing my ass against his chest. He leaned forward and buried his face in me, rimming me with a hunger that was absolutely feral. His tongue dug into the space the plug had created, devouring me. He’d never done this to me in this position before, with me on top of him like this. But right now, fuck, I was seeing stars at the sensation.
