I stare at the silicone plugs for a long while as I debate my options.
Do I need the extra boost to my libido? Not in the least. I’ll be dragging Trevor back here later whether or not I have a toy up my ass edging me all night.
But the idea of wearing a plug, knowing it’s to get myself ready for that massive cock of his?Fuck. I’m hard just thinking about it.
In the end, I pick one of the mid-range sizes I know I can handle. It’s not remotely close to the width Trevor demonstrated for me, but I’m not sure I’d even be able to walk with a plug that size up my ass.
Baby steps.
I use the smallest plug first to tease myself open, able to imagine it’s Trevor instead since I can’t feel my fingers doing the work. My cock aches, but I ignore it, knowing it’ll only take longer to come down if I indulge the bastard. When the first plug is moving in and out easily, I grab the second. Two of Trevor’s fingers, maybe. Coaxing me open. His deep voice rumbling that he can’t wait to get inside me. That he’s going to take his time because he wants me out of my mind when he finally sinks deep, that huge cock of his finding places to light up I didn’t even know could be reached.
I imagine him promising to wreck me. To break me apart and hold me together. To do it over and over again until I can’t recall my own name, only his.
Andfuck. I have to tug my hand away from the plug, realizing I’ve been fucking myself with it, a poor imitation of the real deal.
Huffing out a breath, I let myself cool down before quickly and efficiently replacing the plug with the next size up. Horny, aching, and starting to regret this wholetease myself with a butt plugplan, I clean up the lube, the extra toys, and myself. Then I get dressed and read a book of poems by Walt Whitman until my erection dies down.
By the time I arrive at the bar, it’s nearly eleven. Trevor works until two in the morning, so hopefully he won’t mind the late hour. Judging by his smile when I walk through the door? He’s only happy to see me.
Holy hell, he looks good. Downright edible, in fact, in thigh-hugging jeans and a too-tight t-shirt that shows off his tattooed arms. Arms that held me effortlessly against his bedroom wall just last night.
The next few hours can’t pass fast enough.
Trevor holds out his hand. “ID?”
“Really?” I ask, fighting a smile as I tug my wallet free and fish out my license. “You don’t remember me from last time?”
He purses his lips as he examines my ID. “Isaac Newport. Hm. Not sure I do. Maybe you should jog my memory?”
“I’m the one who’s going to have my legs wrapped around your head later.”
Trevor’s eyes hold mine, a smirk growing on his face. “Is that so?”
I can’t even find it in me to rebuke Horny Isaac for commandeering my mouth. He goes on gleefully. “I sure hopeso.”
Trevor hums, passing my ID back. “You can go in. I’d suggest not having more than one drink if you want me between your legs tonight.”
Christ, why does him saying it make me flush?
I clear my throat. “I can’t get tipsy even if I give you my consent now?”
Trevor tugs me closer to his stool. Not so close that we’re pressed together, but his hand on my hip certainly makes it feel that way. “I want you to remember the first time my mouth makes you come. So yes, even with your consent, stay sober so we’ll both know you’re fully clear-headed when you beg me for round two.”
“Jesus,” I mutter breathily. “Little cocky, aren’t you?”
“There’s not a single piece of me that’s little,” Trevor says, his thumb slipping under my waistband before he lets me go. “Come back to me soon, Red.”
Nodding, I stumble toward the bar on legs that feel like jelly, not even needing a single drink to feel intoxicated. As I wait for my soda, I watch Trevor and the other occupants of the bar. I’m not the only one with eyes on my boyfriend.
I get a thrill at the use of that title, even inside my own head. He’smine. They can look. Hell, they can even touch. But they won’t take him away from me.
I try not to worry about my possessiveness over a guy I’ve known mere weeks. I’ve always been competitive. Whether it’s a simple card game or being the best in my class, there’s an ever-present urge under my skin to come out on top. It’s part of why I was reluctant to get into another relationship right now, casual or otherwise. The last time Ididn’twin. I lost him, and even though we weren’t all that serious, the blow dug deep.
But Trevor?
Trevor came along, unexpected, and he’s stoking every one of my instincts that’s crying out for me to win him over fully. Tokeephim.
It’s too early to know if that’s even feasible when it comes to him and me. But for now, that manismine, by his own admission, and fuck if I’ll let him forget it.
