Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Reggie stays for a little while after we eat, but then says he’s going to go home. I hug him, but Jay walks him out to his car to say goodbye, while I head up to our room.
I can’t help looking at my phone again. I bring up the message to John and see there’s no reply. Just as I toss my phone to the bed, Jay comes back in.
“Hey, you.” I do my best to give him a smile.
“Hi.” He walks over and takes my hand. I let him, Jay leading us into the bathroom. I don’t ask what we’re doing because it doesn’t matter. Whatever he needs, I’m going to give it to him—and will probably need it myself. That’s the thing about us—our needs match up so well, and part of that is because we get so much out of providing something for the other.
Jay begins to undress me, and I allow it. Once I’m naked, I watch as he takes off his clothes, then again holds my hand, pulling me to the shower. He doesn’t turn the water on, cluing me in on what he wants.
When Jay kneels in front of me, a surge of possessiveness swells in my chest.
“Please?” he asks, and that one simple word unravels any pretense of self-control. I want this as much as he does.
“Yes.” Holding the base of my cock, I angle it at him. It takes a moment before the first spurt of urine splashes against his chest. Jay moans, leans in, and closes his eyes while I mark my territory.
He dips his head, my piss in his hair, running down his back, his shoulders, his chest—a moment that others might not see as beautiful, but to us, between us, it is.
When my bladder is empty, he looks up at me—wet and smiling and so fucking perfect, he steals my breath. I pull him to his feet and crash our mouths together, not caring that I taste my urine on him. I press him against the wall, rut against him, kiss him like his mouth is the only place I can draw breaths from.
We’re writhing and moaning and so close to coming that when I sense we’re both seconds away from losing control, I pull back, then pluck the lube from the shower rack. “Your Sir wants you to fuck him.”
Jay’s pupils blow wide. I’m surprised at my own request, but I want it. Even if this isn’t something we’ve ever done, I want it now, in this moment between us.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Jay takes the bottle from me.
I press my hands against the wall. “Lick me first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The positions we take during sex don’t matter. Regardless of who is taking cock, I’m the one in charge. We both know that, and we both want that.
Jay kneels, spreads my cheeks, and pushes his tongue against my rim. Pleasure shoots through me, his tongue working me up as he licks and tastes and devours.
“Slick your fingers and push one inside.”
“Yes, Marshall. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
I spread my legs, but that’s as much as I’m willing to give him. A second later, one of his digits is pushing at my hole. It’s been a long time since I’ve been penetrated, my cock beginning to soften as I adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. But then he fucks me with it, brushes his finger against my prostate, while saying “Thank you, Sir” and “I love you, Sir,” all that getting in my head and making blood rush to my groin.
“Two now,” I demand, and Jay gives it to me, my cock hardening and aching, breathing picking up while my body’s losing itself to my hole.
When I tell him three, he does that too, the stretch uncomfortable, but it doesn’t take me long to adjust, and I stroke my cock in unison with him.
“Stand up. Fuck me, boy. Show your Sir you’re just as good with your cock as you are with your ass.”
“I can’t wait to feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
My ass feels strange when he pulls out, leaving me empty. Jay stands behind me, slicking his cock. I try to lower myself some so the angle is right, and then he’s there, pressing kisses to my back while his cockhead pushes against my ass.
The initial discomfort swiftly gives way to pleasure as I soak up all the greedy sounds he makes and whispers of love and affection.
We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, before I say, “Fuck me hard and fast. Show me I’m yours. You have my permission to come at any moment.”
“Yes, Sir, but I want you to come first.” Jay pulls back before slamming into me again. He wraps his arm around my body, and I let him jerk me off while he ruts into my ass.