Page 52 of We Own Each Other

Yes, this was just the beginning.

This was the beginning of my forever, with the one made just for me.

Part Eleven

Luke

EPILOGUE

MY WHOLE BODY vibrated with anticipation for today's play. I had finally gotten a job. It wasn’t all that exciting. I’d be bartending, but it was something, and my reward was one of the most interesting plays I had wanted to try for so long. It wasn't everyone's thing, though, so part of me wasn't sure Corin had promised this just to encourage me while he dreaded it, but the day I got my callback, we took a trip to the home improvement store to grab a tarp just for this event.

My stomach swirled with excitement and fear as I stared at the bright blue tarp tied to each bedpost and spread across our bedding.

It was going to get messy, and I was going to be a mess.

Just as I had begun to strip down and climb onto the tarp to get into position, the door to the bathroom creaked open. I fumbled around, the tarp awkwardly crackling beneath me until I sat down. Once I did, I spread my legs, framing Corin perfectly as he came around the corner, already completely nude himself.

Nestled in one arm were enough bottles of lube to start our own adult slip-n-slide business, and fitted on the other was a black glove.

Soon, that gloved hand would be inside me.

And that mere notion was enough to coax my cock to life. But my cock wasn’t what I cared about. Instead, while it twitched and throbbed at full mast above, I ran my hand along the base, trailing down my taint, until my fingers breached my flaring hole. All morning, I had been walking around with toys, slowly increasing the size until I was nearly gaping open.

The muscle was swollen and ached as my fingers brushed against it. Chills raced along my thighs and spine at the twinge of pain, but all it did was excite me.

I hooked a finger inside, pleased to find that everything was still wide open and waiting.

Grinning, I purred:

“I’m ready to play.”

Corin laughed, that gentle smile he always wore plastered across his face. But I could tell, in the swell of his blood-colored irises, that there was something excited and cruel hidden just beneath the surface. And as he approached the end of the bed, his dominating presence was all the more apparent.

The pit of my stomach roiled with nerves as my fight-or-flight senses were ignited.

Yes, this man was a predator, and I was his prey.

I held still, ready to be completely consumed by his aura.

He climbed onto the bed, the tarp crinkling beneath him. He settled himself between my feet, setting some of the bottles of lube at his side. He held onto one, though, popping the cap and squirting the thick, clear liquid over his gloved fingers.

As it pooled in his palm, he spread his digits, letting it spill out between them and dribble down onto the tarp below. From there, it slid down and began to gather against my ass. My body was already stiff with nerves, but the chill of the lube was enough to send my body quaking.

Corin glanced up, that predatory look disappearing for an instant as he gasped:

“Oh shit. I should’ve warmed this. I’m sorry. Give me a—”

But before he could get up, I turned over, burying my knees into the tarp and bed. In position, I set my face down into the tarp, too, peering back between my legs while I grasped each ass cheek and pulled them apart.

I couldn’t see the reaction in his face, but I could see it in his dick. The little thing didn’t grow much at all usually, but this was clearly having an effect. It twitched straight up, growing at least to an inch and a half. It was cute how proudly it stood up, longing to fuck.

Silent, Corin clearly decided not to leave and waste time warming lube, instead shuffling closer to me.

I watched, the breath hitching in my throat as I felt the tip of the lube bottle breaching my entrance. It brushed along my flaring asshole, but that sensation was soon replaced by a rush of cold, viscous fluid pouring into me.

He was liberal with it, squirting and squirting it inside, letting it fill me until I thought I could feel it pooling somewhere in my stomach. I groaned and shook, the chill of it soaking me from the inside out.

My feet and legs were shaking, and I was tempted to stop him to go heat up the lube, but then the flow of it stopped. A loud squelch sounded as Corin presumably squeezed out the last ropes of it, then it all ended with the plastic hitting the floor somewhere off the side of the bed.