“It feels so stupid to even have to say it, at this point.”I sighed.“Obviously, you’ve been my exclusive monogamous obsession-slash-boyfriend for months now.”
He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lip.I licked the water from it.Then sucked his thumb into my mouth.
“You can call me what you want to call me,” he murmured.“As long as I know how you really feel.”
I’d felt like I was floating all fucking night, so I guess that was just the last straw.He hadn’t just fucked my brains out; this man had sweet-talked, cared for, and utterly charmed me into stupidity.And I loved it here.
Why had I ever given a fuck about something like a title?Whether he was a labels guy or not, why had I been afraid to tell him what I wanted from him?A huge bubble of feeling welled up inside me, and I knew, I fuckingknewthat if I didn’t find a way to let some of it out, it’d fucking explode, and I’d wind up crying on the shower floor.
So instead, I sucked his thumb deep into my mouth, then pulled it out with a wet pop.Looked him in the eye and saw the electric blue spark there that said he wanted me.So I grabbed him by the waist, sank down to my knees, and channeled every bit of that enthusiasm, affection, adoration into playing with his asshole while sucking his gorgeous cock.
I was hard as fuck as he toweled me off and patted my ass to send me to bed.“Grab the plug,” I told him as I flopped into his fancy, cool sheets and inhaled the scent of him from my pillow.
“We’ll use the better lube.”He came out of the bathroom naked, towel over his broad shoulders, pink nips hard, dark hair wet and fresh.His cock hung heavy, as relaxed as it’d been all night after shooting a load directly down my throat.
He went to the bedside table and pulled out the oil-based lube.“This is okay with toys, right?”
I nodded and stretched full body, trying out the aches and pains of being so very well used.
He eyed me with a smile but then turned speculative.“You really want this back in?”
I rolled over, popped up onto my hands and knees, and nodded over my shoulder.Licked my lips, arched my back, and said, “Gimme.”
He crawled onto the bed.Kissed my ass cheek, then the small of my back.Ran his fingertips down my crack, making me shiver.
“Goose bumps…” he said thoughtfully.
I bit my lip to keep from begging for it.It wouldn’t give me that nice, full feeling, or the wet, hot one his release gave me, the one I craved constantly.But it felt good, like a reminder of what was coming, a little promise.”Unless you wanna fuck me right now…”
He slipped the well-lubricated plug into my hole carefully, then patted my ass.“Come here.”He sprawled out on his side and held out an arm.I slotted myself into him, my back into his front, and he buried his face in my wet hair and spread his palm wide against the flat of my belly.He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against my back, and I found myself breathing with him.He brushed his fingertips through my sparse happy trail, back and forth.His other arm slipped over my shoulder, just beneath my pillow, and curled upward to hold my tit.His thumb traced the line of my pec, circled my nip, drew strange shapes on my skin.
I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t think; I was so satisfied, I felt drunk.Suddenly, in spite of the heavy ache in my balls and the impatient twitch in my ass, I never wanted to fucking move again.
At some point during the night, Taran’s massive hard-on pressing into my backside became too insistent to sleep through.I reached behind me, wrapped a hand around it and squeezed sleepily.
He pulled the plug out of me and, before I even had time to miss it, took me without a word.Just his hand against my belly and his breath in my ear as he worked me from the inside out.The plug’s little promise, the full force of his constant hunger for me, had me panting in seconds.He was gentle this time, slow and deep like that night on the couch.
I came almost unexpectedly, suddenly, shuddering and clenching around him.He moaned and fucked into me hard, holding me tighter and tighter as he unloaded inside.As he rocked his hips slowly in the aftermath, making me shake with pleasure-bordering-on-pain every time his fat cockhead stroked my prostate, I thought, “Fuck, I love you.”
And then I realized I hadn’tthoughtit.I’dsaid it.
He gave a little chuckle, and I couldfeelhis smile against the back of my neck.
I flushed, too weak to struggle or come up with an excuse.I just wriggled and said, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”
He laughed harder, and between that and my wriggling he pulled out, leaving a trail of cum and lube across my ass.
I was still trying to catch my breath, but I managed another panicked, “I’m so, so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said breathlessly.“It’s fine.”
“No!Oh my god, it’s not.”It was the oddest sensation to be so absolutely mortified but also so floaty and happy and well-used.“Taran…” I rolled over and buried my face in his armpit.That’d make me feel better.
He resituated his arms around me, chest still bouncing with laughter.“If I pump enough cum into you in one night, you just come out with some wild shit, huh?”
I let out an ugly snort of laughter, then inhaled his armpit to calm myself.My heart was hammering against my ribs, but I still just felt so…loose.“Yeah.Guess you made it to the fill line finally.”
“Good to know.”He kissed my forehead.
