With a tatted-up, poetic giant of a man between my legs, determined to make me see the light.
I bite my lip hard as Trevor presses the biggest plug I have into my body so slowly I wonder if I should start charging him rent.
“You’re taking it so well,” he says, whichfuck. That should absolutely be illegal. “Is this the widest thing you’ve had in your ass?”
“As if you need the ego boost,” I huff.
Trevor presses a kiss to my hipbone and then my cock as the plug slides fully into place. I let loose a breath, the width of it feeling too damn good and not enough all at once. Trevor is bigger, and we both know it. “I can’t wait to see you stretching around my cock, Red. You’ll take me just as beautifully as this plug.”
“You realize your dick is probably going to reach my kidneys, right? It’s not the same.”
His laughter passes over my painfully hard cock, the man’s eyes meeting mine with the same calm intensity he always carries. “You’ll fit every inch of me inside you, brat. And then, once you’re lying on this bed with your cum down my throat, you’ll wonder how you ever got by without it.”
It takes me a long moment to speak past my parched throat. “You plan on cleaning me up with your tongue?”
“Like I’d let any part of your pleasure go to waste.”
Fucking hell.
“Trevor? I mean this in the nicest way possible. If you don’t make me come in the next few minutes, I’m going to do my absolute best to suffocate you with my thighs.”
His eyes shimmer in amusement as he drops his mouth slowly,slowly, toward my dick. The second his tongue sneaks out, I’m fighting a moan. I don’t know what sort of sorcery this man possesses—if it’s his absolute focus or simply some innate ability he was blessed with—but I’ve never had someone’s every touch feel capable of pushing me over the edge before.
With Trevor?
I think he probablycouldtalk me to orgasm. Add his mouth on my dick and I’m gone.
I won’t admit it aloud, but I’m grateful for my housemate’s music at goddamn three in the morning as Trevor drops his lips down the length of me. I don’t have nearly as massive a dick as his, but I’m still impressed by his ability to so effortlessly take me down his throat. With his hair falling over his forehead and his tattooed shoulders shifting under my legs, I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried. He looks absolutely obscene, and I can’t believe I’m the one here in this bed with him, reaping the benefits of his perfectly wicked tongue.
I can tell something is different this time as Trevor keeps up his rhythm. He’s not slowing like before. Not letting me come down so he can tease me or sneak a bigger plug into my ass. He’s sucking me like he wants to swallow my cum, and his words from the bar flash in my head.
“I want you to remember the first time my mouth makes you come.”
That’s going to be now, isn’t it?
My cock jerks as I feel my orgasm barreling down on me, the force of it after what amounts to hours of foreplay making me wonder if I’ll even survive. My heels dig into Trevor’s back, my spine arching as I try to gain control over what I know is entirely beyond my power or sway. “Trevor…don’t you…dare stop.”
His eyes meet mine, dark, potent, andno, he’s not stopping. His hand grips the outside of my ass tight, his other tugging the plug out to its widest point before shoving it back in. I’m careening over the cliff so violently I can feel the loss of gravity. I slam back into my body to the sensation of Trevor swallowing around my pulsing cock, andholy hell, I’m actually going to die. I vaguely register my own shout and Trevor continuing to rock the plug inside of me.
But all I can focus on, all I know, is a few blissful seconds of total and complete surrender.
Trevor lifts off my cock before I can become too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop playing with the plug. I try to catch my breath, try to figure out how this guy maybe half a year older than me has mastered the art of orgasms so ruthlessly.
It shouldn’t be possible.
“Who…the fuck are you?” I manage.
Trevor meets my gaze, licking his lips in a way that’s sinful. “Your boyfriend.”
Holy fuck.
“You realize I’ll be demanding you do that all the time? Like…allthe time?”
He huffs gently, the way he’s still manipulating the plug keeping a steady thrum of electricity running through my veins. “Like I said. Willing devotee.”
“One who’s still planning on fucking me tonight, right?”
Trevor hums in answer, lifting enough I have to drop my feet back to the bed, lest I want to become a pretzel. My eyes slip down to his cock, and I have to forcibly swallow down my spit.
