Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Mal
All In
“The ‘fun room’?” I ask, then remember it was mentioned the night I arrived.
Todd smiles. “Yeah, that’s what Shawn dubbed it, and it kind of stuck.” He shrugs. “I mean, that’s literally its purpose—fun.”
I have to lick my lips again. “Um, what kind of fun?”
“Sexual fun,” he says, as if I didn’t already realize that’s exactly what he meant.
I just needed to be sure, you know?
“So it’s a… sex room?”
He nods. “Yep. Dungeon, sex room—whatever you want to call it.”
“And Jax—”
“Not only knows it’s there, yes, but lets me have fun with Shawn there when Jax feels like sharing him and Shawn feels like he wants to be shared. I mean, other people have played there, too. And we frequently use it to help guys ride out mating heats.”
Okay, I can barely breathe now. Feels like all the blood in my body has pooled in my cock, which begs me to ask to see the fun room.
This almost sounds too good to be true. “If I ask you to show me the fun room,” I start, “then we can also play there?”
I love the elk’s sexy, playful smile. “Yep. Almost anything you want to do. It’s also okay to say no, because I promise you it won’t hurt my feelings.”
“We can do anything?”
He chuckles. “Within Jax’s guidelines. But there are plenty of things we can do without even coming close to crossing those.”
I realize I’ve been edging closer to him when I process I’m staring up into his face. “Can we kiss?”
Dark embers flash in his eyes and he clenches his fists, presumably to maintain control. “We can absolutely kiss. I can suck your cock, fuck you with a strap-on, introduce you to the milker—”
“Wait. The what?”
Now he closes the remainder of the distance between us and stares down into my face with the most deliciously evil smile. “Milker. Modified goat milking machine. Hook it to a guy’s—”
“Yes!” I gasp, because if I say no right now, I don’t have a fraction of enough lube for all the abuse my cock will receive from my fist.
Hell, I’m not sure I’d be able to use my arm the next day after that.
His smile fades as he reaches up and touches my chin with his right index finger. “Safewords are red, yellow, and green. Like a stoplight. If I ask you how you’re doing and you don’t respond, everything stops immediately. Understand?”
I nod.
“I would normally engage in a protracted discussion with a new playmate, but this situation is different. I’ll let you take the lead tonight.
If there’s something you want to do, you do it, and I will follow.
If you want to stop anything, say red. If there’s something you want to do that I think goes against Jax’s rules, or that I don’t want to do, I’ll stop you or say red. ”
“Anything?” I whisper.
He nods.
I rock up onto my tiptoes and kiss him, draping my arms around his neck and wishing I could climb him and bounce on his cock all night.
A low rumble vibrates from him as his enormous hands close on my ass, tightly pulling my hips against his and grinding a very considerable bulge against mine through our jeans.
Fuckin’ A!
He tastes like cinnamon and coffee, and as we kiss his right hand skims up my spine, cupping the back of my head and taking over the kiss.
I think I whine because I’d really love to feel that cock planted deep in my ass.
He chuckles and lifts his lips from mine. “You are a horny pup, aren’t you?”
I eagerly nod. “Fuck yeah, I am!”
He takes me by the hand and leads me out the back door and down a path I’d seen but hadn’t yet explored. We quickly arrive at an outbuilding I’d caught glimpses of but thought was storage.
He punches in the code and unlocks it, opens the door, flips on the light, and…
Well, my knees damn near buckle.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, uncertain where to look first.
He laughs and then locks us in. “Welcome to the fun room.” He adjusts the A/C cooler while I’m left turning in a circle and trying to take it all in.
The frame is…
That fucking frame is something I want to feel myself strapped down to.
As in tonight.
I walk over to it and trail my fingers along it. It looks like it can be adjusted in nearly infinite combos to secure someone regardless of their size or body type.
“Normally,” he adds, “when it’s a regular play partner or fuck buddy, depending on who it is we might have a little begging ritual first. Tonight I want you to explore, ask questions, and feel safe.”
“How do I beg to get strapped down to this?” I ask, winning me another chuckle.
He walks over. “With or without clothes?”
I barely process I’m stripping because I’m so damned eager to get laid.
Or, whatever the hell you call this.
I call it a fucking great idea, but your mileage may vary.
He laughs as he watches me try to figure out how to get on it, and he grabs me by the waist—holy shit, he’s strong!—and lifts me onto it.
“Sorry, should’ve clarified that first,” he says. “Are you comfortable with me touching you?”
“I will be pissed off if you don’t touch me,” I shoot back over my shoulder. I’m on it facedown, but the last passenger must have been larger than me because nothing lines up with my limbs. Not in a comfortable way, at least.
He starts adjusting the frame, but he hasn’t made a move to strap me down yet. Meanwhile, my erection drips pre-cum all over the place and if I don’t get to bust a nut in short order, I’ll scream.
Not in a fun way of screaming, I mean.
Once he’s satisfied with how the frame is adjusted, I start wriggling around on it. “Straps?” I ask.
He walks around to my head and crouches so he can look me in the eyes. “Do you want me to keep my clothes on?”
“No, I want you fucking naked so I can suck your cock!”
He smiles and kisses me again. He’s still barefoot and I’m practically drooling watching him open the buttons along his fly and peeling the denim down his hips. He went commando and the sudden spicy, musky scent that slams into me nearly makes me come right there.
His T-shirt joins his jeans on the floor and he stands in front of me while I strain to get my hands and mouth around that huge hunk of meat bobbing so tantalizingly close.
He’s hung, and my ass clenches in anticipation of hopefully feeling him plow me.
Maybe it can’t happen tonight, but I will be begging him for it anyway.
I realize there’s a seat that’s part of the frame. He swings it into position, sits in it, and that puts him in the perfect position for me to finally, finally reach his goddamned cock and suck it down my throat.
We both moan. His hands come to rest on my head, his fingers lightly fisting my hair. “Jesus fuck that’s good, baby,” he groans.
He tastes even better than he smells. I briefly wonder if this is anything even remotely close to what a mate bond feels like. Then he reaches under me with one hand and starts rolling my left nipple between his fingers.
I want to slam my hips against the frame to fuck something, want traction on my cock, but a sexy chuckle rumbles through him.
“Normally, I take tomorrow morning off because I tend to work on weekends so my guys can spend time with their families. Meaning we don’t have to be up early tomorrow because there’s plenty of coverage. ”
Oh thank the Goddess, because if I have my way we’ll still be out here doing this come sunrise.
“I don’t know if I want to come in your mouth right now,” he gasps, “or pull out and hold off and wait until I have you stuffed with a butt plug and the milker on your cock so I can feel you scream around me when you come.”
“Both?” I mumble around his cock, which makes him roar with laughter.
“Both, hmm?”
I look up at him even as I go down on his shaft again and pray I get my wish.
He scratches my head. “Both is good,” he says.
I moan my assent and redouble my efforts.
“You gonna be my good boy and swallow?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
He cradles my head with both hands again and starts setting the tempo, slowly fucking my mouth, sensing how far he can go before I gag—nearly all the way to the root, thank you very fucking much—and settles into the seat with his feet propped on foot rests, allowing him to keep his legs spread and be freely serviced by me.
It’s only a few minutes before he fully takes over, long-stroking my mouth and flooding my taste buds with his pre-cum.
Goddamn he tastes amazing!
“Okay,” he gasps. “Get ready.” He picks up the pace, a few last, hard strokes, then he’s almost all the way into my throat with that gorgeous cock hard and hot as he pumps his load into me.
I’m moaning, he’s moaning, and frankly I’d fuck a rock at this point if it’d get me off.
He eases back enough I can breathe, and I keep sucking, licking, and he’s still not going fully soft.
I pivot my gaze up to find him staring down at me with a darkly hooded expression that drills straight into the center of my pleasure core.
“That was very good,” he rumbles. “And I reward good boys.” He pulls his cock from my mouth and kisses me, then stands and moves around the side of the frame.
When I go to sit up he plants a large, strong hand in the middle of my back. “Stay.”
Okay, yep. Staying sounds damn spiffy to me.