Mine

Chapter Seventeen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JT

M y whole body is buzzing. It’s hard to focus on all the feelings shooting off like a sparkler inside me. I just know I need more, and I trust Sir to give it to me. He’s already given me more than he could ever know.

Marshall rolls me off him, and it takes everything in me not to cling to him. I want us to be skin to skin, but I also know that whatever happens here will blow my mind.

“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. Ass toward me.” Sir stands at the side of the bed, cock pointed at me, and I’m dying to suck a load from his balls, but I still do as he says. Sir uses his hands to spread my ass cheeks. “You have such a pretty little hole, pet. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I have a pretty little hole.” One would figure that might be embarrassing to say, but it’s not with him. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt safer than I do with Marshall, didn’t know how much I needed that.

“Good boy.” He circles it with his finger, then bends down and swipes at my rim with his tongue.

“Yes!” I call out because is there anything better in the world than having your ass eaten?

He licks me again, tongue rasping and probing at my ass, his scruff rough against my cheeks in all the right ways, and I swear, I fucking purr like a cat. My hands fist in the blanket as I push back, wanting more.

Sir eases away.

“That’s not fair. I like that.”

He chuckles. “Are you under the impression you’re the boss here?”

The last thing I want is to be the boss here, so I say, “No, Sir. I’m sorry. It just feels really good.”

He gives me another chuckle, this one sounding more sinister. He leans down again, but instead of licking me, he spits on my hole, then rubs it in with his finger and pushes inside.

My eyes roll back, limbs shaking, because much like being eaten out, is there anything in the world better than being penetrated? I just love it all.

Sir slides his finger in and out, spitting again on it, which is both humiliating and one of the hottest things ever.

He pushes a second in, stretching me a bit more. It’s tight without lube but not too painful.

“Your hungry little ass is pushing back against me. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your needy little slut.” The truth is, I already feel like I belong to Marshall, like I was meant to belong to him, and that’s dangerous thinking.

“Yes, you are. Mine to do with as I please.”

He reaches for the lube, squirts some on his fingers, then pushes three inside me.

He fucks me with them, and I absolutely do push back, fucking myself on them too. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about, something I’ve ever wanted, but I would let him stick his whole fist inside me if he wished it. I would enjoy it, love it, because it’s him and something he’s giving me, and that I’m giving him, and there is so much beauty in that—in the give-and-take, and the sating of each other’s needs. I’m not sure there’s much more that’s as special as that.

This is the first time he’s penetrated me, and it’s glorious. I’ve never used that word for anything before, but it is absolutely needed here.

I cry out when he smacks my ass, spanking me with one hand while finger-fucking me with the other. All the sensations make me dizzy with need for him, with pleasure and fulfillment, and also with this sort of peace that settles over me when Marshall and I have a scene together. It’s the most like me I ever feel.

He pulls his fingers out.

“Sir!” I whine.

“You’re gaping for me. Don’t worry. I’m not done with your holes yet. I’m going to use both of them and make us lose ourselves to the pleasure.”

I mean, how can I complain about that?

Marshall grabs the lube and the dildo. “Come.”

We go to the en suite. It’s bigger than my bedroom at home, with a deep tub on one side and a large two-headed shower on the other.

Marshall goes straight for the shower, wets the dildo, and sticks it to the glass wall.

“Come here and kneel. Let’s make sure it’s the right height for you.”

I’ve made myself come with a dildo more times than I can count, but I’ve never done it in front of anyone before. Part of me is disappointed because I want Sir’s dick inside me, but he also said he’ll be using both of my holes, and I trust him to bring me the best kind of pleasure.

He has to restick it once, but then gets it right. He lubes up the toy and my hole again before holding the base of the dildo and having me back up to it.

Sir watches as it penetrates me, making me feel deliciously full, but there’s also that moment of discomfort in the beginning. I love that part of it too.

“Keep going. Let’s feed that hungry hole what it wants. Take it all for me like a good boy so you can get fucked while I take your mouth.”

My dick jerks because yes, I like the sound of that.

I take it slowly, filling myself until my ass is against the glass and the dildo has disappeared inside me.

Sir moves in front of me and paints my lips with his precum, using his cock like a ChapStick. “I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m going to fuck your hole of a mouth until I spill my load down your throat. At the same time, you’re going to ride that dildo and show me what you can do…show me how well you’re going to take my cock when I choose to give it to you. Whenever you need to come, you can. If you need to safe word and can’t, raise your arm.”

“Yes, Sir. I can’t wait for you to use me.”

Marshall cups my face, smiling down at me, and something twists in my chest—it fills and expands in a way that I don’t quite have the words for.

“Good boy.” He feeds me his erection, and I open up, gladly taking him inside, loving the familiar stretch of my lips and how it couples with the fullness in my ass. “Fuck yourself, sweet boy. Sate that needy little hole while I feed you my cum.”

Not for the first time, my eyes roll back, and the world begins feeling a little fuzzy. I pull off the dildo, then slam myself back so my ass can swallow it again. As soon as I do, Sir begins to fuck my face. He doesn’t go easy on me, and I lose my rhythm. I struggle with taking his cock and the dildo, but I do my best, trying to get my body to work together, pleasuring both of us.

He goes hard at my throat, making me cry and gag the way we both love. My ass is stretched so full as I use the toy for my pleasure, and I realize that Sir is using me the same way. He gave me a toy because I’m his, and there is something incredibly satisfying about that. Something that makes me feel dirty and slutty but also useful and like I’m giving this man—who I want so much—something that he needs, something no one else can give him. The power in that surges through me, fills me up, makes me work harder for us.

My balls are high and full, cock aching and hard. The dildo hits my prostate when Sir buries his cock in my throat, using me for my purpose. One I take pride in.

My orgasm bears down on me, making me feel jittery and tingly. I fuck myself harder with the toy while trying to be the best cocksucker in the world for him. Sir chokes me, his hand fisting in my hair, making my scalp burn, and all I can think is yes and more and I love this.

The little hold I have on myself melts away, lights dancing in my vision as my balls draw up higher, bliss and pleasure bouncing around my insides like a pinball.

My orgasm hits me, my load shooting all over the bathroom floor, just seconds before Sir’s cock twitches in my mouth, the first hot spurt of his load sliding down my throat. He pulls out so he shoots again in my mouth, then more so he can come all over my face. I want it in my belly and on my skin. Want to be made up of nothing but the satisfaction he gives me and to walk around smelling like his cum.

“Fuck. You are so goddamned beautiful,” he says, and I smile, eyes droopy and tired, body sated and weak.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Marshall rubs some of his cum into my skin and pushes some into my mouth. I eat it greedily.

“Lick yours off the floor too, please. We don’t waste cum around here.”

I think I smile again, but I can’t even tell. I’m feeling too much, too happy and fulfilled. I bend down, the dildo coming out of my ass when I do, and hungrily slurp up my own load from the floor. It’s not quite as salty tasting as his, and when I finish, he tells me, “I’m so proud of you. You were wonderful for me, sweet boy.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I slur.

“Come.” He helps me to my feet and leads me to his bed. We climb in together, Marshall wrapping his arms around me.

“Can I suck you? I want to be between your legs.”

He trembles, and it makes me feel like I’m flying.

“Is that what you need from me right now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then yes.”

I slide down his body, rest my head on his thigh, and suckle his soft cock. Sir runs his fingers through my hair, tickles his fingertips against my cheek, my neck—touching me, giving me a soft place to come down, caring for me in ways I’ve read about but didn’t know I would need so badly.

“Rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. You served me so very well today, and you deserve a break. I’m so proud of my good boy.”

I slip under, smiling around the cock in my mouth, and everything is perfect.

*

I wake up with my nose buried in Sir’s balls, and I can’t say it’s not an excellent place to be. I sit up, and he’s on his phone, looking at something, legs spread for my needy ass to sleep between them.

“Sorry I fall asleep afterward more times than not.” I don’t always when we play, but it does take a lot out of me.

“No worries. It’s clearly something you need. Crashing afterward is different for everyone.”

“Yeah, but you can’t want to lie here and wait for me.”

He cocks a brow. “Can’t I? You seem to think I only get something out of the sex, and that’s not true. I get pleasure out of the whole dynamic. That’s why kink is nonnegotiable in a relationship for me. Sex is great, but it’s all of it—the knowledge that I’m giving you something afterward, taking care of your needs and providing for you—that reaches me here.” He taps his forehead. “I can have kinky sex with a lot of people, but not everyone needs the rest of it the way I do.”

I nod, his words making complete sense to me. “I need it too. I don’t think I realized how much until we started doing this together.”

He nods and sets his phone down. “Come here. Straddle your Sir.”

I do, savoring the feel of his warm body against mine. Marshall kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world, like this is one of his favorite things to do. He rubs me while he does, hands traveling up and down my skin while we kiss and kiss and kiss…

I like you more than I’m supposed to… This isn’t just a scene to me… I really want to belong to you.

I try to block out those words, pretend they aren’t there.

“Are you free the rest of the day?” he asks, and I nod.

“Tomorrow too if you’re curious.”

“Good. I’ll cook for you and feed you. We can watch a movie together while you keep my cock warm…and tonight, if you wish it, you can sleep between my legs.”

It feels like an explosion of happiness goes off inside me. “Stay the night?” I never thought he would want that.

“I’m not done using you today. Do you want to stay?”

I nod enthusiastically. I almost ask him if I can cook for him—I look at recipes sometimes online and want to try them—but I don’t know why I don’t ask. I love giving ideas to the chefs at work, but making food for others is scary. I’ve never wanted to do it before. Well, outside of simple things. It’s not like I’ve never thrown some chicken in the oven or made a grilled cheese for me and Reggie, but part of me wants to make something different, something special for Sir. But instead of telling him that, I just say, “Yes. I want to stay.”

“I’m glad.” He kisses me again. “You’ll be naked all day.”

I smile. “No arguments from me.”

I sit at the kitchen table while he cooks, the two of us talking. I still haven’t told him about hanging with my mom the other day and her thinking I have a boyfriend. The last thing I want is to scare him away.

He feeds me while I kneel. I’ve eaten here before where he hasn’t, but I like it when he chooses to do that. Afterward we watch a movie, and I hold his cock in my mouth, drooling all over his balls and the towel beneath him. Sir lubes his fingers sometimes and uses them to fuck my hole, which nearly kills me and he clearly enjoys.

When we go to sleep, I lie between his legs, surrounded by his sexy, musky scent, and I can’t help feeling that this is what home smells like.