Decan

Before heading to bed, picked up Mr. Grumps and reminded him again where he could find his litterbox, surprised to see he’d already used it. As he changed, he sat the grumpy old man on the bed, only to find him curled up on a pillow when he re-entered the room. It made him happy to see the cat already feeling at home. He laid in bed and pulled out his phone to see a message from Hope.

Home safely and curling up in bed now.

Me and Mr. Grumps are doing the same. He claimed one of the pillows for himself.

Awww!

Hope?

?

Would I be your first?

I’ve done anal before, but never been on the giving end.

Okay .

You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.

I know. I trust you and feel safe with you.

I do too.

Sleep tight, little thief.

You too, baby.

His heart fluttered. No woman had ever called him that before. Though exhaustion swept over him, he pulled up a browser on his phone and typed in anal play. He’d done it before, but they were both young and inexperienced so it hadn’t gone well.

From what he read, lubrication and patience were the most important things to keep in mind. After reading, he went straight to ordering the highest-rated lube he could find—along with a few other things. Somehow, the forbidden nature of it all excited him. Some of the blogs he read said that it could be an amazing experience. It also struck that it only took Hope mentioning it once for him to be desperate to try it as soon as they could.

The next few days flew by. He buried himself in a cycle of work and the gym. Hope was busy, but never too busy to call and check in on him. There was always a good morning messag e, and a text at night before they both fell asleep.

Thursday, he’d hardly heard anything from her other than her usual morning text and plans to see Laura. Just when he was getting ready for bed, his phone rang.

“Hi little thief.”

“Hi baby.” There was a giggle in the background, and Hope shushed the person. “Sorry. That would be Laura not minding her own business again.”

“I think that’s just a quality of a best friend.”

“I just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Would you like to spend tomorrow evening with me again?”

“Only if I’m allowed to spend the night.”

“How could I say no to that?”

“I’ll see you after work. Unless you want to meet up at the gym first?”

“I’m sure Marco would be thrilled.”

“See you tomorrow.” With that giggle echoing in the background, Hope hung up the phone.

leaned his head back and reached for Mr. Grumps, who’d taken his usual place on the pillow next to him. He’d been settling in well the past few days, and couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having his three-legged companion around. After noticing him retreating into his box more often, had gone back to the pet store and bought two sets of stairs: one for the couch and one for his bed. Of all people, knew what it was like to not have accessible surroundings.

The next day couldn’t pass fast enough. Mr. Grumps joined for his workday, curled up and content on his lap. T he old grey man was easily pleased, though, he seemed to get upset when the food wasn’t filled up the moment he demanded it. He’d knock the empty bowl over the floor, making as much noise as he could.

When gym time approached, pulled out Mr. Grumps’s treat puzzle and let him have at it as he left the apartment and locked the door. So far, he’d been great being left alone. had followed Hope’s advice to try short outings first. Gradually, he’d stayed out longer and longer.

When he pulled up to the gym, Marco and Hope were leaning against Marco’s car, chatting away. Hope wore a sundress that must have been new, with her hair in a tight braid to keep it out of her face. They slowly approached as he retrieved his wheelchair from the trunk.

Once within arms’ reach, Hope stole a kiss. “I don’t see any battle scars, so I assume you and my little grump are getting along.”

“Yeah, he’s actually quite cuddly.”

“Is he using the stairs you bought him?”

nodded. “He’s climbing onto the couch more often now, but usually only goes into the bedroom with me.”

“Stop being so fucking adorable you two,” Marco laughed. “I might get a cavity.”

“Someone’s jealous,” Hope hummed, falling into step beside .

Marco rolled his eyes, but smiled. “Sure, that’s it. I’m just so jealous.”

Once Hope was checked in, she disappeared into the changing rooms while and Marco went straight into their routine. When she re-emerged, she stepped up next to him an d watched him finish his set of bench presses.

“How long are you two going to flex your muscles?”

“Does an hour sound okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll just chill on the treadmill.” She leaned down and kissed him, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from his cheek. “Have fun.”

As watched Hope walk away, he saw a few others stealing glances and had to grin to himself. Those men could stare all they wanted. Hope was his, and she was coming home to him tonight.

“Don’t tire yourself out too much,” Marco called after her. “I’m sure would appreciate it if you still had some energy for tonight.”

Hope glanced over her shoulder, her grin seeming to illuminate the whole building.

“Asshole,” mumbled. But Marco was right: he did have something special planned for her tonight—if she allowed it of course.

An hour and a half later, he unlocked his door and let Hope in ahead of him. Mr. Grumps was sprawled out on the couch where the sun warmed his fur, the puzzle seemingly emptied of all the treats.

“Shower together?” Hope suggested, already moving in the direction of his bedroom.

“Wouldn’t miss it for a thing.”

stopped off in the kitchen, meeting Hope in the bathroom where she was stripping down. She took the protein bar he offered her with a grateful smile and stepped into the shower, tipping her head into the spray and letting the droplets run down her body. He undressed himself, suppre ssing the feeling of being the unsexist man in the world as he transferred into the shower.

Once he was settled on the bench, Hope turned to him, the pearls of water glistening on her skin. “Would you mind washing my hair again? It felt amazing last time.”

“I would love to spoil my little thief.”

As he turned off the rain fall, Hope sat in front of him and closed her eyes. He took his time massaging the shampoo in first and then conditioner before tending to her tense shoulders. Only when she stretched her legs did he lean down, kissed her temple, and rubbed his thumbs one last time over her shoulders.

“Thank you.” Hope stood and rinsed off, and quickly did the same. “I was hoping to steal your clothes again, but do have my own pyjamas if you aren’t inclined to share.”

“Unfortunately for those pyjamas, I love seeing you in my clothes.”

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stepped out of the shower. “Lucky me.”

When Hope didn’t return to the bathroom, towel-dried his hair and dressed himself, going in search of her. He found her sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of black lace panties.

“I have something for you.”

Her brows shot up and a cheeky smile warmed her face. “You do?”

“Yeah.” He patted his side of the bed, next to the nightstand. “Want to see?”

“Of course.” She scrambled across the mattress, perching in fro nt of him.

locked the wheels on his chair and after supporting himself on the mattress, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. “It’s actually something I was hoping we both could enjoy.” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the silk bag that had arrived at the beginning of the week, handing it over to her. “I hope it’s okay.”

Hope pulled out the vibrator and grinned. “More than okay.”

He’d chosen a rather basic model. It was a pink silicone shaft, which was supposed to stimulate their g-spots. While Hope played with the settings, slipped his fingers behind her panties and kissed her inner thigh. She spread her legs for him and lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the fabric off her legs while he caressed her skin with kisses. “Will you allow me to please you with it?”

Hope hummed, smiling down at him and combing through his wet hair. “You know I can’t resist your sweet pleas, baby.”

swayed, lightheaded with how fast his cock filled with blood. Ignoring the pressure building in his dick, he tossed Hope’s panties aside and trailed his lips up her inner thigh. One hand spread her open, while the other reached out for the toy. She leaned back and placed her legs on his shoulders, her fingers twisting through his curls. With the vibrator on its lowest setting, he held it against her clit and her hum turned into a pleased moan.

“Do you have your own toys at home?” he asked, sliding the vibrator away from her clit and to her entrance .

“Mmhmm.”

He shifted closer, kissing her hip bone before flicking his tongue over her clit. She jolted again, her hands fisting his hair. He let his tongue explore for a moment before licking her pussy and dipping in. Fuck, she was already soaked. She didn’t need much more work with his tongue before he carefully penetrated her with the vibrator. He watched, amazed, as she took it so well. Maybe she was used to it.

“Good?” he tested, gazing up at her.

“Yes,” she hummed. “You’re doing such a good job.”

He licked over her clit again to hide how he turned to mush beneath the praise. When the toy was completely submerged, he paused to allow her to adjust, then he started to move. Her thighs quivered around him and determined to keep those sweet little noises coming, he upped the intensity of the toy and sucked her clit into his mouth. Hope held his hair to keep him in place, the grip so tight it burned in the best way possible. Not that anything could tear him away from her sweet pussy anyway. He loved watching Hope fall apart as well.

“A little harder,” she panted, her hips rolling into him. “You’re making me feel so good.”

Fucking shit. He could blow untouched listening to her praise. He upped the vibration again and sucked her harder, his tongue flicking against her clit.

“You won’t hurt me, baby.”

He took her words as a promise and thrusted the toy into her pussy hard and fast. She writhed under him, her thighs tightening around his head. She tasted so good. Stealing another glance up, he saw her eyes shut tight, mouth falling open w ith beautiful sounds.

Fuck breathing. That sight alone was enough to keep him right where he was, sucking until her body tensed and stilled, hips pushing into his touch before she let out a whimper and fell apart. Her legs fell to the bed, and the pain in his scalp intensified.

“, please,” she begged, pulling him away from her sensitive clit.

With one last flick of his tongue, he pulled back, turned off the vibrator, and licked his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she panted. “That was amazing.”

He spoiled her with kisses over her quivering thighs, reaching out to the drawer once more. “I also have these,” he said, laying the plugs on the mattress next to her. Why was he suddenly feeling so vulnerable? “I trust you and want to give it a try.”

Hope sat up and grabbed the smallest plug, still brushing through his hair. He’d chosen a set of lengthy ones which increased in width gradually, the tips only the width of a finger. He hoped they would help him stretch easier. “We’ll also need lube.”

Wordlessly, he grabbed the bottle and dropped it onto the bed.

Her fingers shifted to behind his ear, gently scratching him there. “Have you tried them by yourself yet?”

Eyes on the floor, he shook his head.

“I promise to be gentle. But you have to be honest with me and tell me when you don’t want to continue.”

“I will, I promise.”

Hope dropped the plug and tipped his head back with a finger under his chin. “You’ll do so well for me.” She brushed a soft kiss over his lips, reaching behind herself for a pillow. “Let’s get you comfortable, baby. Can you take your pants off and put this under your knees?”

As he placed the pillow on the floor, he watched Hope walk to the bathroom and then return with a towel. She settled on her knees behind him, placing a kiss on his bare back and dropping the towel next to her.

“Relax,” she hummed, spoiling him with more kisses. As a distraction, she reached around and fisted his cock. “Can you spread your legs a little for me and sit back on your heels?”

He nodded, reaching down to nudge his legs farther apart and melting into her touch.

“Such a good job.”

His head dropped to the mattress with a groan. Hope’s words alone had him fighting his orgasm, and then he knew that as long as she coached him through with her sweet praises, he could do anything.

She pushed the towel between his knees and reached for the lube. When he noticed her struggling to open it with one hand, he flicked the lid open, hissing when the cool liquid dripped onto his cock. Her fingers slid smoother over his length as she gave him slow, teasing strokes. He loved seeing her fingers running up and down his cock, mesmerised by the sight.

“Do you still want this?” she asked, her breath hot against his spine.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be gentle,” she reassured .

tensed, cold lube drizzling down between his cheeks. “Did you like it?”

“I did,” she hummed, massaging the lube into the skin around his hole. It felt odd for someone to touch him there, but he tried to focus on her gentle strokes over his cock and her words. “He wasn’t very patient and didn’t take his time, so it hurt at first. I thought I would hate it but once the pain of the stretch was gone, I was drowning in how good it felt.”

Hope’s fingers vanished, returning more slick than before. He closed his eyes and relaxed a little more, her fingers massaging the lube into his muscle.

“I won’t let that happen to you,” she promised. “I won’t hurt you, but it might be uncomfortable at first.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Of course you will, baby. I know you’ll do so well.” Another pause and when he turned his head, he saw her adding lube to the smallest plug. Then he felt the tip press against him and couldn’t help but try to wiggle away. “It’s alright,” Hope soothed, pausing her movements.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, baby. It’s an odd feeling. I hated it at first.”

He let out a long breath and sat back down on his heels. Only then did she try again. This time, he let her in and even though he knew it was just millimetres—likely not even that—it felt too much to take.

“You’re doing great.” Her melodic voice wrapped him in a fuzzy cocoon. Hope’s grip on his cock tightened, her thumb brushing over his sensitive cockhead. “Focus on my hand on your cock. Breathe slowly. In… and out.”

Her lips ghosted over his spine, her hand jerking him faster . She made it so easy to do as he was told. His dick kicked in her hands and her kisses sent sparks down his spine.

“You’re doing it, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Fuck she was? What for? Then he felt it. She was slowly pumping the tip of the plug in and out of him. A shiver ran down his spine and he quickly focused back on his cock in her hand. The feeling was… odd . He knew the stretch wasn’t much, but it still didn’t feel right. Not that it was painful, just… foreign.

“Does it hurt?”

He shook his head, covering her hand with his. His woman needed no guidance, but he needed the distraction.

“Good, baby. Show me what you need. Just like that.”

Then the sensation was gone, only to return more intensely.

“You’re taking it so well,” she praised. And just melted for it. “Let’s try a little more. You can do it.”

As the pressure intensified, he had trouble ignoring it. The stretch was heightened, a delicious burn spreading through him. Cold met his skin where more lube drizzled over his crease. That time, he clenched around the plug.

“Too much?”

“I can take it. It’s just different.”

“I know. Take your time. You’ll feel so good once you’re nicely stretched.”

He never thought he even wanted to hear those words. But he wanted to do well for her. He wanted to trust her and feel what she had enjoyed so much herself. Hope swiped away a drop of precum, and he relaxed .

“Oh baby,” she drawled. “You look so gorgeous taking what I give you.”

Fuck. His insides turned to lava again. She thought he was gorgeous, and he loved it. He wanted to hear that all day long.

Hope worked the plug into him a little faster. With each pump, he could feel the thickness increase and his hole stretching more and more. He wasn’t sure how long it was before it stopped, but when the plug vanished again, he caught Hope adding lube to the pink vibrator. He let out a long groan, the thought of her fucking him with it making him quiver.

The wide head of the vibrator lined up with his hole, and the stretch was much more sudden than the plugs. The width wasn’t gradual, stretching him in one wide swoop. He fucked into Hope’s hand, rocking onto the toy being shoved deeper into his ass. She pumped him again, slowly giving him inch by glorious inch. Without warning, his balls tightened and his insides turned—in the best possible way.

“Oh fuck,” he cried, the toy hitting a spot inside him that had him seeing stars. “Don’t stop.”

“You did it, baby,” she cooed. “Good, isn’t it?”

Before he could answer, the toy shifted again and he only groaned, his prostate being stimulated beyond words.

“You’re dripping,” she hummed. Only when he forced his eyes open to look down at his cock, did he see she was right. His cock leaked like a faucet, Hope’s thumb collecting the clear liquid.

“Please,” he begged but he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to slow down so he could savour the feeling, or if he wanted to be fucked into the next millennium.

“You look so beautiful,” she praised, speeding up with both hands. “I just love watching you fall apart.”

His heart was exploding in his chest as she thrust into him, his insides gooey and his mind fucking high on whatever it was that she was doing to him.

“So gorgeous, taking this toy so beautifully.”

“Oh fuck!” He was combusting, having no idea what was happening to him. Sparks danced across his skin, his insides lighting up like fireworks.

“Come for me.” Her strokes became rougher, the vibrator relentlessly pegging him. “Just let yourself fall, baby.”

Shit, he wanted that too.

“I’m here to catch you.”

That was his last straw. He fucking exploded. Her hand slipped over his cockhead, catching his cum in her palm and fucking him rougher to milk more right out of him. He felt as if his soul left his body. His vision whited out, blood rushing through his veins so violently that he could hear it in his ears. When he came back to himself, Hope was spoiling him with kisses and slowly pulling the toy out. He felt… empty.

“You did so well, .”

Fuck ! He felt like passing out.

“You’re shivering, baby.” Then she draped something over him. “Let me get you a shirt.”

He didn’t want her to leave, but he had no energy to make his mouth move. A moment later, she pulled a shirt over his head and guided his arms through the sleeves.

“Can you get on the bed? ”

He didn’t feel like moving, but with her help he pushed himself up anyway, collapsing onto the mattress. What the fuck was happening?

Hope pushed a pillow under his head and covered him with a blanket. “I’m here, baby. You can relax now.”

She combed her fingers through his hair and held him, kissing wherever she could reach and whispering sweet praises. He wasn’t sure when or how, but somewhere along the way, he dozed off.

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