Page 70 of Negotiation Tactics
“Ah, there it is. The bite that I love so much.”
“Shut up and fuck me like you mean it already,” I whine, bouncing on top of him so I can get him deeper.
He suddenly snaps his hips up, hitting my prostate and making me see stars. “So demanding. I guess that even after all the training, there are still parts of you I’ve yet to tame.”
He rams into me again, then again, no longer just teasing. My hole is stretched to the limit, clenching and twitching and loving every second of it. His mouth doesn’t shut up the entire time, praising me and scolding me and promising me rewards if I am a good boy and milk him until there is nothing left.
My orgasm picks that moment to crash into me. I scream and crash my mouth into his, shaking and moaning as he fucks me through the tremors.
“So good, Josh, fuck, so tight.”
He growls and then he’s shaking, too. His climax sends my head spinning as his cum starts filling me up, every spurt sending a frisson of heat to my balls. I really am a slut.Hisslut, so well used and satiated.
We lay on the bed for a while. His cock stays in me until he’s ready to replace it with the plug. The toy slides in easily, filling the void I feel when he pulls out. Then he wipes the sweat off my body and disappears into the bathroom as I doze off.
When I wake up some hours later, a pleasant soreness has settled into my muscles. My hole and ass tingle as I sit up, reminding me how well Alistair fucked me. The toy is still plugged in me, but I really need a shower since I didn’t take one earlier, so I take it out and slip under the hot stream of water. It’s fine—I’ll just ask him to fuck me again tonight so I can sleep plugged.
Clean and more awake than I was twenty minutes ago, I grab a pair of jeans and a blouse. I hunt Alistair down in the garden at the back, where another of my creations is—a gazebo I brought to life with Christy’s help. He’s standing in it with his back toward me, the backdrop of flowers and greenery and the twilight sky making him look like a prince from a fairytale.
“Hey, you,” I call out and hop up the few wooden steps.
He turns around and smiles in that sexy way which makes my heart race. I feel tingling along my skin as I smile back, and then the tingling transforms into full-body shivers when he produces a small square box. He pulls on his bottom lip and drops to one knee, opening the box to show me the ring waiting inside it.
“Holy shit, Alistair. This isn’t…”
Oh my god! Is this really happening? I can’t believe it, holy shit.
He clears his throat, his captivating blue eyes full of joy and vulnerability. “I’d much prefer a ‘yes’ if you don’t mind,” he says, trying for a casual, bossy tone, though failing. “Joshua Anderson, will you marry me?”
I throw myself at him and hug him, smothering him with yeses and kisses. My heart is bursting with joy and excitement. Oh my god, this is really happening. We haven’t really talked about marriage much other than the fact that we both wanted it down the line, so it fills me with happiness that he thinks he is ready. Because I sure as hell am.
He places the ring on my ring finger, the small band with a sapphire that matches his eyes a perfect fit. “I guess at least those two idiots kept this part of the secretsecret,” he laughs and lifts me up, spinning us around.
“I had no idea,” I assure him, cup his head and kiss him again, not able to stop smiling.
“Good, good.” He scrunches his nose, an expression of dark mischief making him even more breathtaking. “Saves me having to chain you up in case you decided to say no just to mess with me.”
We laugh and then I swat him gently and then we laugh again. Finally, we collapse onto the cushionedbench, resting our heads against each other. I lift my hand and we both just look at the ring. I don’t know what is going through his mind, but I can guess because it’s probably the same as what I am thinking.
Despite our bumpy start, I am glad I met Alistair Devon, my number one ex-arch-nemesis and now husband-to-be.
