Such a simple gesture, nothing special, but when it comes from him, it communicates so much.
It says,'You're safe with me.'
'There's only you.'
The bed dips as he kneels, elbow sinking into the mattress as he falls forward, shaking his butt at me. “Well? Get busy, darlin’.”
“Sassy,” I mutter, slapping one side of his ass with a laugh and hooking his waistband, slipping his shorts down until he’s exposed. My thumb skims over his hole, a grin tugging at my lips when he clenches. “Has anything ever been in here?”
His grunt sounds self-conscious, and I crane my head to find his face flaming. “Just, uh, my fingers.”
“Naughty boy,” I tease, and I swear, he flushes a deeper red. “Did you like it?”
Eyes finally finding mine, he nods. A second swat to his ass cheek makes him lurch forward with an indignant gasp. “Stop being embarrassed. We’re in my house now, and I don’t tolerate you shaming yourself over what you enjoy.”
“Yes, sir,” he grumbles, adding a definite touch of sass to his tone, and I laugh again as I open the bottle of lube.
He wiggles and squirms as I squirt a dollop on the end of the plug, shifting his knees so he’s spread wider for me. Another docile whimper rises in his throat when I place it against his hole, the submissive sound causing goosebumps to rise on my flesh.
“This okay?” I ask as I circle his rim, spreading the lube, and he gives an abrupt nod. The plug pulses against him until the tip slips inside, and he puffs an exhale as he clenches around it.
His back arches into an exquisite curve as I push it into him, the flare starting to stretch. “If it's too much, tell me.” The tip moves in and out a few times, letting him get used to the burn. Beau’s fingers claw into the sheets as it sinks deeper, moving closer to the fattest part of the flare.
“Fuck, feels so good,” he murmurs in a slurred, drunken pleasure, dropping his forehead to the mattress as his body rocks backward. Shoulders flexing and muscles popping along his spine, he’s a goddamned work of art as he rolls his hips.
“Do you like this, or do you want me to put it the rest of the way in?”
“Please, please don’t stop, please,” he begs on a raspy exhale. “Keep doing this. Don’t stop… don’t stop…” It comes out in a breathless, whisper-quiet chant as the widest part of the plug stretches him.
Tight… God, he’s so fuckingtightas he tries to close around it, but I tug it back out at the last second. The muscles in his ass flex, forming deep pits as he grits his teeth. Beau’s thighs tense, a moan forcing his mouth open as he shoves his face into the mattress. Over and over, I thrust the plug, watching as his body tries to draw it in.
“Do you want more?” Eyes hazy with lust, he rocks his hips in a jerky rhythm as he glances over his shoulder. His gaze falls to the dildo in my hand, and his tongue darts out, wetting his lips.
“Please?”
A soft smile curls on my lips as I pull the plug away, loving the way this giant beast of a man whimpers as I leave him empty. “Patience,” I murmur as I coat the toy and press it against him. His spine arches as his knees push wider, stretching the elastic waist of his shorts to its limit. “This is bigger, so we have to go slow, sweetheart.”
“Don’t wanna go slow,” he mutters into the bed, impatient as he bears down and rocks back. His body accepts it easier this time, the first couple of inches slipping inside him with a low moan. Minutes pass as I work him open, ignoring his pleading as he begs me for more.
In and out, unhurried and steady, I watch his cock strain with every thrust until he’s taken the whole thing. Knuckles bleaching, he fists the blanket as he rolls his body back, unrestrained as he fucks himself on the dildo.
I catalogue everything.
The tension in his muscles, and how they bunch and flex as he moves. The way his eyes squeeze closed and the rasping, pitiful breaths that saw from his parted lips as he gets lost in the ecstasy.
“Do you want to come like this?” When he shakes his head, I slip it out, smiling at his needy whine. My eyes fall to his opened hole, clenching at nothing as his hips twitch. Gripping myself tightly, I fight not to explode just from watching him.
“Don’t move,” I instruct with a soft tap to his cheek. “This is exactly where I want you when I come back.”
I disappear into the bathroom and return with a different plug. Bigger than the other by far, it takes a few tries before I’m able to slip it inside him. The base sits flush against him, hugging his skin as his body draws it in. I slide his shorts over his ass, wrapping him up like a present, and press my fingertips against the plug. He lifts into a kneeling position, his huge body trembling as I rub.
A wet spot spreads over the front of his shorts, his cock straining against the material. “Did you come already, sweetheart?”
His brows are drawn, face pained as he shakes his head. “No… just… almost.”
“That’s all pre-cum?” He nods, shivering as I drag my fingers over the dampness. “You're that wet for me, huh?” He nods again, staring as my tongue swirls over the dildo’s suction cup, giving it a few more licks than necessary for his benefit. It sticks to the smooth metal of my headboard easily, and I’m not convinced Beau has even blinked as I reach to lube myself. My spine arches and I press back, a moan slipping past my lips and a shudder wracking my limbs.
Beau lowers himself on the bed, fuckingcrawlingto get closer as I begin to move. The soaked material of my jockstrap clings to my cock as I lift my torso, giving him a show. Any shyness or reservation has disappeared, an out-of-character boldness in its place as I sink onto the toy.
