Chapter 13
Isaac
This is how I go.
With a tatted-up, poetic giant of a man between my legs, determined to make me see the light.
I bite my lip hard as Trevor presses the biggest plug I have into my body so slowly I wonder if I should start charging him rent.
“You’re taking it so well,” he says, which fuck. That should absolutely be illegal. “Is this the widest thing you’ve had in your ass?”
“As if you need the ego boost,” I huff.
Trevor presses a kiss to my hipbone and then my cock as the plug slides fully into place.
I let loose a breath, the width of it feeling too damn good and not enough all at once.
Trevor is bigger, and we both know it. “I can’t wait to see you stretching around my cock, Red.
You’ll take me just as beautifully as this plug. ”
“You realize your dick is probably going to reach my kidneys, right? It’s not the same.”
His laughter passes over my painfully hard cock, the man’s eyes meeting mine with the same calm intensity he always carries. “You’ll fit every inch of me inside you, brat. And then, once you’re lying on this bed with your cum down my throat, you’ll wonder how you ever got by without it.”
It takes me a long moment to speak past my parched throat. “You plan on cleaning me up with your tongue?”
“Like I’d let any part of your pleasure go to waste.”
Fucking hell.
“Trevor? I mean this in the nicest way possible. If you don’t make me come in the next few minutes, I’m going to do my absolute best to suffocate you with my thighs.”
His eyes shimmer in amusement as he drops his mouth slowly, slowly, toward my dick.
The second his tongue sneaks out, I’m fighting a moan.
I don’t know what sort of sorcery this man possesses—if it’s his absolute focus or simply some innate ability he was blessed with—but I’ve never had someone’s every touch feel capable of pushing me over the edge before.
With Trevor?
I think he probably could talk me to orgasm. Add his mouth on my dick and I’m gone.
I won’t admit it aloud, but I’m grateful for my housemate’s music at goddamn three in the morning as Trevor drops his lips down the length of me.
I don’t have nearly as massive a dick as his, but I’m still impressed by his ability to so effortlessly take me down his throat.
With his hair falling over his forehead and his tattooed shoulders shifting under my legs, I couldn’t keep quiet even if I tried.
He looks absolutely obscene, and I can’t believe I’m the one here in this bed with him, reaping the benefits of his perfectly wicked tongue.
I can tell something is different this time as Trevor keeps up his rhythm. He’s not slowing like before. Not letting me come down so he can tease me or sneak a bigger plug into my ass. He’s sucking me like he wants to swallow my cum, and his words from the bar flash in my head.
“I want you to remember the first time my mouth makes you come.”
That’s going to be now, isn’t it?
My cock jerks as I feel my orgasm barreling down on me, the force of it after what amounts to hours of foreplay making me wonder if I’ll even survive.
My heels dig into Trevor’s back, my spine arching as I try to gain control over what I know is entirely beyond my power or sway. “Trevor…don’t you…dare stop.”
His eyes meet mine, dark, potent, and no, he’s not stopping.
His hand grips the outside of my ass tight, his other tugging the plug out to its widest point before shoving it back in.
I’m careening over the cliff so violently I can feel the loss of gravity.
I slam back into my body to the sensation of Trevor swallowing around my pulsing cock, and holy hell, I’m actually going to die.
I vaguely register my own shout and Trevor continuing to rock the plug inside of me.
But all I can focus on, all I know, is a few blissful seconds of total and complete surrender.
Trevor lifts off my cock before I can become too sensitive, but he doesn’t stop playing with the plug. I try to catch my breath, try to figure out how this guy maybe half a year older than me has mastered the art of orgasms so ruthlessly.
It shouldn’t be possible.
“Who…the fuck are you?” I manage.
Trevor meets my gaze, licking his lips in a way that’s sinful. “Your boyfriend.”
Holy fuck.
“You realize I’ll be demanding you do that all the time? Like…all the time?”
He huffs gently, the way he’s still manipulating the plug keeping a steady thrum of electricity running through my veins. “Like I said. Willing devotee.”
“One who’s still planning on fucking me tonight, right?”
Trevor hums in answer, lifting enough I have to drop my feet back to the bed, lest I want to become a pretzel. My eyes slip down to his cock, and I have to forcibly swallow down my spit.
And the tattoos? They do cover his stomach. They cover almost everything.
Including the hand still between my legs.
“No one should look that good,” I inform him. “Not while slowly fucking a butt plug into another person. Not period.”
He leans down to catch my lips, rendering me effectively speechless. He tastes like what I must taste like, combined with him. I groan into his mouth.
“Can I ask you something?” Trevor rumbles, his lips brushing mine.
“Mm.”
“Have you always been into voyeurism?”
The catch in my breath is involuntary, as unexpected as the question. It feels like an actual lifetime ago that I was watching Trevor get hit on at the bar, when it was only an hour or two. “Um…”
“You like watching my videos,” he says, his arm caging me in as his other rocks the plug inside of me in a way that makes my toes curl. “And you like knowing other people are watching my videos. But it also seems you like watching me…with other people. Am I wrong?”
I shake my head slowly, my hands trembling as I run them down Trevor’s sides. He’s so much wider than me. A veritable mountain.
“Is this new?” he asks, his mouth skimming over the front of my shoulder once and again in a way that feels purposefully, like he’s mapping my freckles as promised.
“No,” I manage. “But I’ve never… I’ve never asked that of anyone.”
Trevor lifts his head, his eyes catching mine. “You trust me.”
It’s not a question, but I nod anyways. I do trust him.
And maybe the fact that Trevor makes porn made it easier for me to take that leap.
To let him see the side of me that gets a thrill out of watching others fall all over him, knowing I have a say.
Knowing, when all is said and done, Trevor’s eyes come back to me.
Real jealousy would never allow for that to work in a relationship.
But it’s not jealousy I feel thinking about other people touching Trevor.
Or watching him. Wanting him. It’s far more complex than that, a twisted sort of desire to possess someone’s adoration so fully that they always choose to return to me.
No matter who else is offered, no matter what else they may find, they always, always pick me.
If I could find that? That absolute and complete devotion?
I wouldn’t ever give it up.
Trevor whispers his lips across my other shoulder as I slide my hands up his stomach, my first time touching him like this, skin to skin. Every inch of him intrigues me, whether by touch or sight, it doesn’t matter.
“It’ll never go further than you want,” Trevor says. “You tell me when. You make it clear, like you did earlier tonight.”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling in a shallow breath as my hand skates over one of Trevor’s pecs. “You don’t…you don’t mind it?”
His lips catch my own, a soft, drugging kiss.
“No. Because every second their hands are on me, I’ll be thinking of you watching, getting turned on by the sight.
Your blazing, blue eyes…” He kisses beside one eye, the press of his lips gentle.
“Your pretty cock.” His hand leaves the plug to travel there, wrapping around me in a warm vise that has me swelling helplessly. “Your sharp mouth and brave heart.”
Said heart thumps as Trevor’s mouth meets mine again, the man overwhelming me in the best way. It takes a long moment to find my breath, let alone my voice. “Trevor?”
“Yeah, Red?”
“I really think you should fuck me now.”
I can feel the curve of his smile against my lips. He pulls back enough to rake his gaze over me, his hand still slowly kneading my cock. “I’m gonna enjoy hearing you moan my name until your voice is hoarse.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, unable to stop my own smile. “Smug bastard. Prove it already.”
He huffs gently, starting to slide down my body, but I smack his arm a couple times.
“Wait, no. Get up here.”
Trevor lifts back up until he’s poised above me, an expectant look on his face.
“Yeah, no, higher,” I direct. “I need to meet the dick that’s about to rearrange my insides.”
Trevor has an infuriatingly proud expression on his face as he straddles me, one I can’t actually be annoyed about. He knows his dick is impressive, but he doesn’t flaunt it. It’s simply a matter of fact.
As he knee-walks higher, stopping when he’s level with my stomach, I realize no picture or video could ever do it justice.
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” I start, wrapping my hand around the base of him, “but how long, exactly, is this thing? Eight inches?”
Trevor shrugs slightly. “Close enough.”
“Now is not the time to be modest,” I huff out. “Nine?”
Trevor wraps his hand over my own, guiding it up his shaft and then down again. My stomach clenches as I imagine this cock pressing into me. My God, I haven’t even written a will.
“It’ll fit,” Trevor says softly, the way he’s looking at me making me aware of just how tightly he’s holding himself together right now. “I’ll make sure every second of it feels good. I promise.”
It’s not smugness talking this time. It’s confidence. There’s no doubt in my mind Trevor will make sure I’m ready every step of the way.