Mine

Chapter Twenty-Four

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Marshall

H e chose a pork chop with a spicy honey, mashed potatoes, and charred carrots—nothing I would have picked on my own—but as Jay watches while I take my first bite, I can’t deny that the moan slipping from my mouth is because it’s delicious and not because I want to see him beam at me—which he does, brilliantly.

“You really like it?” He shifts while waiting for my answer. In all fairness, that could also be because he’s plugged, caged, and wearing panties.

“I do. I’ve never had spicy honey before and certainly never with pork. It’s delicious.”

“Good. The carrots are fab too, but they feel like they’re missing just a little something. I’m still trying to figure out what, and I’ll talk to the chef about it.”

I study him, wondering if he sees how much food means to him. He enjoys waiting tables, working with people, and feeding them, but does he see that he gets jittery with excitement when he speaks about it? That his eyes light up? That food seems to be a part of who he is?

“What?” He wrinkles his cute little nose.

I’m still trying to work through how to talk to him about it because I don’t want Jay to think I’m pushing something on him, or that I think there’s something wrong with him enjoying what he does and not wanting anything more—because there’s not. I don’t care what he does as long as he’s happy, and he clearly is. “Nothing. You should probably get that plugged ass of yours back to work.”

He grins. “Yes, Sir.”

When he walks away, I try the carrots. They taste incredible. I can’t find anything they’re missing, but then, I don’t have a taste for food in the same way Jay seems to. While we said he would cook at least once a week, he’s done so many times over the past eight days. On days he’s not working, he’s been making all the meals.

John and Callie should taste the things he makes. Do they even know this about him?

Likely not, considering I just discovered it, and I’m not confident that Jay has put it all together. As always, thinking about them leaves a gaping wound inside me, and while I’m trying to pretend it’s not there, it continues to grow.

I miss my brother. It’s not as if we talked every day before, but now I want to text him every time I wake up. Want to ask him about work or talk shit with him or just enjoy the banter we’ve always shared. When the only constant in your life is suddenly gone, how do you continue on? I can’t see my life without him in it.

I take another bite of my dinner and look up to find Jay talking to other customers. He’s explaining something to them—they’re nodding in agreement, his personality grabbing them tight and not letting go. He has that effect on people.

He has that effect on me.

And as always, that helps ease the pain of the rest of it, even if only temporarily.

I enjoy watching him the rest of my meal, seeing him shift and move and sometimes walk slightly bowlegged. I can’t help smiling.

Jay checks on me a couple more times, and when he’s not at my table, he often looks at me from across the room. At one point I see him talking to Reggie, the two of them whispering before Reggie looks over at me, one side of his mouth rising mischievously.

When I nod his way, he shoots me a wink, and Jay pokes him in the side before rolling his eyes and heading my direction.

“Can I get you anything else, Sir?”

“Just your ass when you get home tonight.”

He quirks a brow. “Home?”

And yes, I consider it his home too. I’ve never lived with someone before. Is that strange at my age? It doesn’t really matter. I just know I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone and share with anyone the way I do with him. I want everything .

John flitters through my head again. Moving his son in with me before I even give them a chance to fix things makes my gut feel heavy.

“You know what I mean. And your friend is watching us.”

“My friend knows what I’m wearing, thinks you’re hot, and I believe is getting a little curious,” he says, voice lowered.

I glance at Reggie, who hasn’t stopped looking our way. I’m not opposed to the idea, though the feelings between us have changed. “We’ll discuss it later.” I pull my card out and hand it to him. “Still feeling okay, sweet boy?”

“Like always, you make me feel like I can fly.” Jay walks away, swaying his ass for me.

I’m anxiously waiting for him the rest of the evening. I can’t stop thinking about my collar on him like we talked about, the trust he gave me tonight, knowing that he’s dressed up in the things I chose to put him in.

When it’s almost time for him to get home, I take my clothes off, grab the lube, go into the kitchen, and sit there and wait.

Me: Take your clothes off at the door, everything except the things I dressed my pretty boy in, then meet me in the kitchen.

Sweet Boy: Yes, Sir.

It feels like an eternity before I hear the front door opening. A rustling sound comes from the entryway, and I smile, knowing he’s doing as his Sir said. It doesn’t surprise me when a moment later Jay crawls around the corner, rather than walking.

“The way you love being on your knees for me is breathtaking, but when you reach me, I’d like you to stand for a moment. I didn’t have nearly enough time earlier to look at you all dressed up for me.”

His cheeks pinken deliciously. “Yes, Sir.” Jay continues to crawl. He stops when he’s between my legs, my dick already plumping at just the sight of him. He stands, the bulge from the cage obvious beneath the pink panties.

“Such a pretty boy.” I draw circles on his caged cock through the panties. “These look nice on you. Do you like wearing panties for me?”

“I like knowing it’s you who put them on me… You who asked me to wear them. It’s not the panties themselves that excite me as much as knowing it’s what you want… That you were thinking about me, that you put together a whole night with me in mind, planning and preparing. It makes me feel…important. Powerful.”

My heart beats against my chest, everything inside me calling out to him. “You like knowing I’m always thinking about you. You’re never out of my mind.”

He nods. “When you plan things for us like this, it makes me feel loved.”

I cup his bulge, squeeze his caged cock, rub my palm against his balls. “You are loved…but tonight, you’re also my toy. You fed me dinner, and now we’re in the kitchen for me to feed you yours. I made it myself.” I flick my gaze toward my swelling balls. “I just haven’t decided which hole I’m going to feed you through. For now, though, turn around so I can see that cute little ass of yours.”

“God, I love this, Sir.” Jay twists, the pink lace tight across his bubble butt. Leaning in, I kiss the knot at the bottom of his spine, then lick a trail on his skin along the band of the panties. Jay moans, fidgets, and I smack his ass.

“Stand still. I’m tasting…playing…enjoying what’s mine.”

“Yes, Marshall.”

I squeeze his ass cheeks, still kissing and licking his skin. “How was it tonight?”

“The longer the night went on, the harder it was…the more I felt the plug, noticed the lace against me every time I moved. It would turn me on thinking about it or feeling it, and then my dick would try to get hard, and I couldn’t…which strangely turned me on more.”

“Not strange.” I bite his ass and savor the sound of his hiss. “You know your Sir wanted you to feel all those things, and it reaches a part of your brain that can only be reached by the things we do together. That’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

“We are…” he replies just before I dig my teeth into his other cheek, making his knee almost buckle.

“Turn around, pretty boy. Kneel and finish getting me hard so we can get some dinner in you.”

“Why is that so sexy?” Jay asks before doing what I said. I slide forward so my ass is hanging off the chair slightly. My boy doesn’t take his eyes off mine as he leans down and tongues my balls.

“How does it smell? I didn’t take a shower, just for you,” I admit, knowing he loves the musky, sweaty taste and scent of me.

“It smells like where I belong.” Jay inhales deep breaths through his nose, nudging me with it, burying himself between his Sir’s legs, worshipping at the altar of me.

He licks my nuts again, then moves up to my already hard shaft, tongue journeying from base to tip.

I grab his hair, fist my hand in it, holding the base of my cock and angling it toward his face. “Time to fuck my pretty toy.” I lower his mouth to my cock, snapping my hips upward at the same time. Jay takes it beautifully, hungrily, swallowing around my head every time I hit the back of his throat. “You love this, don’t you? Love gagging on my cock for me.”

He nods, nails digging into my thighs, knowing if it’s ever too much, all he has to do is tap on me and I’ll let him go.

When I pull off, he tries to scramble forward again. “More…please…use me.”

Pulling him to me, I push my tongue into his mouth instead. He tastes like everything I never knew I needed until him, all my favorite things wrapped up into one.

With my free hand, I pinch one of his nipples while I kiss him, swallowing down his moans at what I’m sure is a sharp pain.

Jay gasps when I pull him away from my mouth, his eyes glazed over with desire.

“Please, Sir.”

“What do you want?”

“You…always you. Please use your toy.”

I push two fingers into his mouth, gagging him with them, then push my cock into his throat again, fucking his perfect, tearstained face. I alternate—kiss, fingers, cock—over and over again, watching him suffer for me, want me, give himself to me in the most beautiful, raw, and honest way.

When my dick throbs too hard to wait any longer, I let go of his hair. “Stand up.”

“Yes, Sir,” he replies breathlessly as we both get to our feet.

“I’m going to bend you over this table, pull down your pretty panties, take out the plug, and feed my cock to your hungry hole. You’re not going to be able to have a real orgasm with the cage on, but that’s not what tonight is about, is it?”

“No, Sir,” he replies, a blissful smile on his lips. “It’s about you.”

“Good boy.”

Jay goes easily when I bend him over the table. My throbbing cock points right at him, slick with precum and his saliva. As I pull down his panties, I lower myself behind him. Jay spreads his legs as best as he can, gasping when I bite his ass again, marking him with my teeth.

“Look at you, all plugged for your Sir.” I twist the toy inside him, start to pull it out, then push it in again.

“Am I pretty?” Jay asks, making me soar in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

“So fucking pretty…just for me.” I pump lube into my other hand, then use it to slick up my cock. “Especially my favorite hole, all stretched out and open, waiting for my cock.”

I push to my feet, pull the plug out, then slam into him with one thrust.

“Marshall!” Jay calls out, his hot, tight ass gripping my body like it was made for me.

I lean over, my chest to his back, mouth close to his ear. “Be a good toy and make me come.”

I let loose on him after that, hands gripping his hips, pulling back, then rutting into him again. The table starts to move across the floor, but I follow, our bodies slapping together as I take my pleasure from him. Jay gives it to me, offering himself to be used and loving it.

“So…good…thank…you,” he says, the words choppy as my body pistons into him. I smell our sex and sweat, wish there was a way my dick could live inside his ass, the two of us always connected.

He whimpers every time my cock rubs against his prostate.

“Is your little dick trying to get hard?” I slam into him again.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you can’t because I won’t allow it. You gave me your orgasms, remember?”

“Yours.” That single word ignites the last flame inside me, making me come apart, stars shooting inside my eyelids, body exploding into a million pieces that all have his name on them.

I thrust through my orgasm, filling his ass with my load until my balls are empty, cock softening too much to keep going.

I bend down behind him. “Push it out a little.”

“Sir?”

I smack his ass. “Do it.”

He pushes, my cum leaking out of his swollen rim. I lick it, get my cum, then stand and pull him to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We kiss, sharing my spunk between us until my jaw hurts.

“Now I fed both your holes.”

“I love it.”

“How are you, sweet boy? Good?” I wipe my thumb beneath his eye, catching the stray tear there.

“So good. Wishing I could come, but somehow, fulfilled too.”

“That’s my boy.” I grin, then press a soft kiss to his lips. “Come upstairs so I can take care of you. There’s a cooler with Gatorade and food.” I know he would have eaten a meal at work, but it won’t hurt to have a little more now. “I’ll feed you while I run us a bath.”

“I love when you use me, then spoil me. Best. Sir. Ever.”

I can’t help but kiss him again, this perfect fucking boy I love.

We go upstairs, and I turn the bathtub on while he sits on a towel on the bed. When I return, I feed him bites of cheese, salami, and crackers, before the two of us get into the bath together. He rests between my legs, his back against my chest, the cage still in place.

“I’ll take this off when we’re done,” I tell him, holding his cock and balls.

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, someone likes his little cock locked up. I’ll keep that in mind, but I don’t want you to wear it too much the first time. It’s fun, but something we’ll use sparingly.”

He nods while I rub a washcloth up and down his chest.

“Did anything go too far tonight?”

“No, Sir.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Can we talk about Reggie?”

I chuckle. “Not what I was expecting, but sure.”

He tells me about what happened at their apartment earlier and then their conversations at the restaurant.

“Do you want us to have a night with your friend?” It would be fun and we’d enjoy ourselves.

“I think so…but, like…not because you’re not enough. I know we talked about it before, but I’m not sure how that has changed now that we’re in love. You’re enough for me. You will always be enough for me, and I’ll always love you, but…sex and love aren’t the same thing.”

“No, they’re not. It’s easier for some people to separate the two. I know who you love and who you want to be with, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“I know it too. I see it in the way you look at me, how you make me feel, but…I’m curious. I’ve never had a threesome.”

And I want to be the one to give him that. “I’ll be in charge.”

“Obviously. He’s different, though. The things we do…”

“I know. I’ll talk to him, and there will be rules. He can’t come in you, and your hole is all mine. He can finger you and lick you, but no one’s cock goes in your ass now but mine.”

Jay rolls over awkwardly, looking at me like I’ve just said the most perfect thing. “You’re possessive of me.”

“Yes.”

“Because you love me.”

I laugh the way only he can make me do. “Stop being a brat.”

“Marshall is in l-o-v-e with me… He wants to marry me and keep my hole all to himself,” he sings, making me roll my eyes. “And I love him too.” Jay sobers. “And I want him to keep my hole to himself, just like he has my heart to himself.”

“Jesus.” I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him in for a kiss. This boy has changed me, made me grow. I don’t know how I would ever get by without him, and I hope I don’t ever have to find out.