“Are you up for a re-enactment?” he asks. “What do you say, Booker? Will you lie back on this bed and let me fuck you with this dildo? With my hands? Maybe even with my cock?”
A self-professed bossy bottom, Ian rarely tops. But when he brings it up, who am I to turn it down? I love our usual dynamic, but there’s something to be said for switching it up. Trust my fiancée to know what I need before I even realize it.
“Yes,” I say, pressing my lips to his. “Yes, Ian. That’s what I need.”
“If that’s what you need, Booker, then that’s what I’ll give you,” he tells me, reaching into the bedside table for the lube. I pick up the dildo and think about how, just hours ago, it was deep inside Ian. That’s such a turn on.
He tugs my boxer briefs down and tosses them aside before settling between my thighs.
Though the clock is ticking on our time together, Ian won’t be hurried. He strokes my dick and kisses the tip as my hands grip the sheets. “More,” I ask, practically begging. But in my defense, I’ve been half hard since I boarded the plane after the game. I’m more than ready for whatever Ian wants to do next.
“You can’t rush perfection,” he teases.
“I can when I only have—Fuck!” I cry out as he sinks his hot, wet mouth down onto my dick. His tongue laps at me hungrily whilehe holds my base in a firm grip. It’s exactly what I want, what I need. I thread my hands through the short, silky strands of hair on his head, urging him forward. He sucks my dick down greedily, making sounds that drive me crazy. And just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls back, sucks on his fingers, and teases my hole.
God, I’d almost forgotten how good this could feel. Yeah, I had fun the other night taking care of myself while Ian watched and directed, but his hands always feel better than mine. He slips a finger past the first tight ring, and I swear I see stars for a second. My body draws him in, and I revel in how good it feels. Ian shifts to a kneeling position and takes his own dick in his hand, stroking it while he fingers me with the other.
We play for a while before things get really heated, and soon, he’s fucking my hole with the dildo and I’m glad Ian’s neighbors moved out last month, because I can’t keep quiet.
“How does it feel, Booker?” he asks, always checking on me, always making sure he’s giving me exactly what I need.
“Good. So fucking good. But I need you. I want you, Ian. Please.”
“Get on your knees,” he tells me, and I quickly obey. My body is hungry for him and I don’t want to wait any longer.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he tells me, and it feels good to hear those words. I spend hours in the gym because it’s part of the job and because it helps work off all the nervous energy my body creates. But the fact that my thick thighs and firm abs are Ian’s favorites? Well, that helps.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell him. “But if you don’t—”
Sensing what I need, he lines his cock up and teases my entrance. It’s been a while since we’ve done this, but I’m not the novice I used to be. I relax into his touch, happily taking all that his body wants to give me.
“Yes, Booker. God, that’s good. Fuck, you’re tight.”
He holds on to my hips and soon we find the perfect rhythm. As his body pounds into mine, I let all of my tension go. This is what my body craves—Ian is what my body craves.
“Booker,” he rasps, and I can tell he’s close, so I brace myself on one arm and jack my dick with the other. Three strokes and I’m ready to come.
“Fuck, Ian. I’m there. God. Damn. Yes. Right there, Ian—” I cry out his name as my orgasm rushes over me in waves. Ian curses, spilling into me and sending more shockwaves through my body.
Twenty minutes later, we’re cleaned up and curling into each other. The sun will be rising within the hour, but I have no doubt I’ll sleep through it. I’m sated and exhausted.
“Ok if I set an alarm for ten? If you need more sleep, that’s fine—"
I cut him off. “Depends. What’s on the agenda at ten?”
“I’m going to feed you. Then you’re going to fuck me.”
“That sounds like a plan,” I say, kissing him before he settles his head on my chest.
I never thought love was for me. I never got the appeal of sex or even relationships. I never knew life could be this good or that I could be this content. But lying here with Ian in my arms, that’s exactly what I feel—contentment. There’s a peace that’s settled itself around me and driven the tension away.
I thread our fingers together and absently play with the ring on the fourth finger of his left hand. I’m happy, and it’s all because of Ian McBride.
The End
