11. Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Mari
I was happy to see Jason chilling, completely naked, on the couch when I got home. He looked up at me as I walked in, and I smiled, walking over to him. I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Hey,” I said when I pulled away. “You have fun with Henry?”
He groaned and rolled over, showing me his well-spanked ass and gaped hole. I smiled and stroked my hands over the gorgeous muscles. His body was thick and gorgeous, and I wanted to memorize all of it.
“Where are your clothes?” I asked, leaning down to pepper kisses on his shoulder, his spine, and finally, his tender ass.
“He told me you’d rather come home to your fuck toy naked and ready to be used.”
“Mmm. Can’t argue with that, sweet boy. What did you do to deserve all this?” I asked, gently stroking his ass.
“Um. I asked him to spank me.”
I burst out laughing, then crawled onto the sofa next to him, looking into his bright blue eyes. I cupped his jaw and kissed his lips. “No cage?”
“He thought the spanking would remind me of who I belong to. Every time I sit anywhere, I feel his hands on me. And if we’re being honest, I feel his cock in my ass. I had no idea anal was that good.”
“With Henry, pretty much everything is good,” I said.
“That man has magic fingers. Or magic everything.”
I grinned. “I can’t argue with that. How are you feeling?”
“Good, actually.” His cheeks reddened, and he snuggled close. “Like I found my place.”
“Aw, the cocky jackass has a sweet inside.” I said, kissing the tip of his nose. “No wonder Henry has always loved you.”
“Yep.” He nodded, and his smile was shy.
“So, does that mean you want to fuck me?”
“Yes, please.” He said, looking at me with wide eyes. “If you want me.”
I smirked and stroked him through his underwear, feeling the way he grew hard for me. He was so big, felt so good. “I never thought I’d be a size queen.”
“Oh, come on. Henry is so thick he barely fit inside me. I know how you like your men.”
“It seems kind of unfair that you’ve been getting all the action. While I was working hard.” I faked a little pout, and he laughed, his eyes sparkling.
“Don’t worry, Henry ordered me to remedy that. And then we’re to go to the restaurant so he can feed us.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again.
“Do you think I should wear a condom?”
“You’re a slut, so yes. But once you’re tested and you’ve proved yourself monogamous, you can come inside me as much as you need to, sweet boy. I want to show Henry my pussy, with your cum dripping out. To let him taste you on me.”
Moaning softly, he climbed off of the couch and grabbed my hand. “Henry gave me a specific checklist,” he said, leading me back into our bedroom. “He’s very into lists.”
That sounded like Henry, and it made me giggle, at least until Jason started touching me, the intensity of his focus on me more alluring than I would have imagined. He undressed me slowly, worshiping my shoulders, my neck, my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he reached under me, tugging my panties down. I stepped out of them and he guided me onto the bed, onto my stomach, onto a big soft towel he’d laid out. He spread my legs, and I shivered, watching him, waiting for the first touch. I moaned softly as his hands slid up my thighs, stroking my skin.
He straddled my ass, his hard cock settling between the cheeks, and his hands glided up my back, covered in a slick, fragrant oil. “Oh, fuck. I like Henry’s checklist,” I groaned as he began to massage me.
“Anything to please our woman,” Jason murmured. “Henry told me to worship you, to care for you, and to give you everything you need.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I said. Who would have thought submission suited him so well? It was sexy as hell to have someone take care of me, to give me pleasure. I sighed as he massaged my lower back, ass and thighs, working out all the aches and pains of the day. I stretched out, enjoying his touch.
“Turn over,” he said, and I flipped over, laying on my back and arching for him, as he continued to work out knots in my shoulders. His touch turned more sensual, focusing in on my breasts, my nipples, pinching and kneading until I was writhing beneath him. He was so beautiful, his muscles flexing with every movement, his attention focused completely on me.
“You’re so lovely, Mari. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a long time,” he murmured.
“Back at you, sweet, beautiful boy,” I said, cupping his face and tracing a finger over his lush pink lips. “Your body is incredible, and so damn tempting.”
He moved lower, working my hips and thighs, his fingers barely grazing my pussy, teasing me. His expression was serious. My heart beat faster as he pressed his finger into me, spreading my wetness around my clit. I moaned, arching my back and pushing my hips against his hand.
“Do you want to come, Mistress?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Please,” I panted, turning my head to look at him.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, pressing his fingertips against my clit.
“Make me come with your fingers.” I gasped.
He chuckled, kneeling between my legs and smiling down at me. “And my mouth?” Jason pulled a pillow off the bed and laid it under my hips, lowering his face to my pussy.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I groaned, unable to stop the sounds escaping my lips.
His tongue flicked out, and he teased me with it, circling my clit with his lips, licking me as two fingers slipped inside me, spreading my moisture. I whimpered, shuddering as he worked me, his fingers rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside, his lips sucking the swollen nub of flesh. I threw my head back, gasping, as I came on his hand, riding it hard.
“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” I moaned, closing my eyes, relaxing into the sensations. His hands were incredible, big and skilled.
“Can I make you come with my cock?” he asked, lifting himself up and crawling over me until he was hovering above me, holding eye contact as he rolled on a condom. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Mari.”
“Yes. Fuck me,” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes as he pressed inside me. I cupped Jason’s chin and pulled his mouth to mine in a fierce, lovely kiss.
“Tell me if I hurt you, baby,” he said, his voice rough and deep as he bottomed out inside me, his hips against mine.
“N-no, it feels so good. Harder though, fuck me harder.”
“Henry said we have all the time in the world,” Jason said, maintaining his languid pace.
“Fuck my husband,” I growled.
“Been there,” he said, kissing my cheek, my chin, my lips. “Done that.” His hands slipped between us, tweaking my nipples as he moved, forcing my body to arch, pressing his cock in at a new angle.
Still keyed up from my previous orgasm, I wasn’t expecting to come again, but this one crashed over me unexpectedly, my body shaking beneath him as he somehow moved in just the right way. He held still while I rode out my orgasm, bucking against his hips, then began to move more firmly, slowly pulling out of me before pushing back inside.
“Oh, that’s good,” I moaned, my fingernails digging into his back. “Good boy.”
“I wanna see you come again.” He started moving faster and faster until I could feel my body tightening around him.
“I don’t think…” I trailed off with a moan, clinging to him as he rode me.
“Come for me, Mari,” he said, and I cried out as the orgasm hit. My muscles tensed, tightening around his cock, and he groaned, thrusting faster and harder, gripping my hips as he slammed into me again and again. His cock swelled, and moments later, I felt him fill me, spurting inside me, filling the condom when he should have been coating me with his cum.
I held him close for a long time, then laughed softly. “I’m not sure you were very submissive there.”
He nuzzled my neck. “I’m his submissive. With you, I think I’d like to be just… me.”
“I love that,” I whispered. He said nothing, but his body shuddered as he pulled me close.