Chapter 49 #2
Every time I think he can’t get any hotter, he says something like that.
“I can make that happen.” A blast of arousal strips my voice of whatever it is that usually makes it smooth. “All you have to do is lie back on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
He sits on the end of the bed and scrambles backward, stretching out with a flare of lust in his eyes and a slight flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He breathes out through his mouth a few times, steadying himself, centering himself. Then he opens his legs.
There’s a flash of skin and a shadow of dark hair. His beautiful cock, hard and needy, and a hint of his ass presented to me.
I lose the rest of my clothes at breakneck speed, gaze trained on Lennon the entire time.
“Give me a sec,” I say, dashing to my room and returning as quickly as possible.
I drop onto the bed beside him and open the storage box I got from my room.
He watches with interest as I unzip it. His eyes widen notably as I rifle through the contents.
“So, that’s a collection,” he whispers.
I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but I like the way he says it.
I find what I’m looking for. Almost. I hold up an unthreatening stainless-steel plug and show it to him, passing it from one hand to the other to make sure he gets a good look at it.
“So,” I say, “I was thinking of putting this in you, but looking at it now, I don’t think it’s big enough.
” I stroke my cock slowly, squeezing near the base and gently pulling the foreskin back to show him what I have for him.
“You take this like a champ, don’t you? Hmm?
Yeah, you do, so I think you’ll need something a little bigger to make sure you feel it as hard as I want you to feel it. ”
A shallow breath shudders out of him, shaking his shoulders gently from side to side.
The next plug I hold up is heavier and more substantial. Almost as thick as I am at its widest point. A clear ring of white appears around his irises, and he feeds his bottom lip into his mouth, scraping his teeth on it as he releases it.
“Do you want this, Lennon?” I ask.
He reaches out and touches the plug gingerly, circling it between his forefinger and thumb to test the girth. His eyes gleam. “Will you let me fuck you hard if I let you put it in me?”
Oof.
“Yeah, I will, baby. I promise.”
A slow smile spreads across the bottom half of his face and his head drops back onto the pillow.
He opens his legs a little wider before reaching down, cupping his balls, and lifting them out of the way.
My chest fills with heat. With pure, molten lust that beats fast. In my face, in my fingers, in the base of my cock.
I lube the toy and run my fingers down his taint with a little regret.
I could slip a finger into him right now.
I could. It would be easy, and I know how much I love that hot squeeze.
That tight clench, and that little wince.
I want to do it badly, but more than I want that for me, I want Lennon to experience the breathtaking rush, the cool bite of metal as it breaches him.
And I want to see his face when an inanimate object stretches him open.
Blood rushes through my veins, and my tongue grows thick and heavy as I stroke Lennon’s rim, fighting temptation, circling it lightly until his eyelids slide half closed.
I line the plug up before I change my mind and attack him with my tongue.
I pant softly as I grip the toy firmly by the base and inch it into him.
The tip goes in easily, narrow and rounded, nudging him open.
Lennon’s head rolls back and he expels a quick, heated breath.
I tease him to make him feel good, pushing the toy in half an inch and easing it out again.
It sensitizes him, I can tell, because his abs begin to clench each time I do it.
I give him a little more when he looks up at me.
His eyes are blazing with desire, and I want to keep him like this, wanting but not wild.
Wanting but present. Here with me so he can experience every feeling, every sensation, and remember it forever.
I pull the toy out completely to let him catch his breath, and then push it in harder until I meet resistance.
His top lip curls and he lets out a little grunt as he tries to accommodate it.
I hold it there, in the tight fist of his muscle, until he bears down and relaxes.
The toy slips in, sinking into him to almost the widest part of the bulb.
His ass spasms around it. The smooth, shiny ring goes white and then pink from the effort.
I hold the toy where it is, kissing his knee lightly, murmuring softly to him, as he surrenders to the tender, most intimate part of the stretch.
His head turns to the side and he bites his bottom lip hard as I give the plug a last, firm nudge.
A long, brain-melting moan seeps out of him.
Oh God, that sound. I love that sound. It’s the sound I was talking about earlier. The soft sound I have to coax out of him.
“Oof. That moan already? But, baby, I’ve barely gotten started.
” He smiles as his sphincter gives way, stretching, struggling, and swallowing the rest of the toy in a single, big gulp.
The flared base sucked up close to him, sealing him sweetly.
“Fuck, you look good plugged,” I rasp. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah, but not as good as you.”
See what he’s like? See how lovely? How perfect?
Oh, I love him.
I love him so much it makes me dizzy.
I circle his dick with my hand, coating it with the excess lube I used to coat the plug, and slide it up and down his meaty pole. “Fuck my hand,” I tell him.
He pauses for a second, cognitive function lagging slightly, and then shifts his hips, digging his heels into the mattress as he slowly thrusts.
A punched breath rushes out of him as the roll of his hips knocks the plug against his prostate.
He does it again. And again. His eyes roll, then drift open and shut as I kneel between his legs and start using my fingers to prep myself.
“I want to do that,” he whines, reaching for me weakly.
“Can’t,” I grind out. “Too horny. I’ll come if you do it.”
It’s true, seeing Lennon like this, stretched out and laid bare, legs parted, dick glistening and twitching as his body tugs on the plug I’ve buried in him. It’s almost too much. Almost more than I can take.
I work fast, opening myself with purpose, not seeking pleasure. Blood gushes through my veins and my dick aches for attention. My hole stings, but I don’t stop. I get three fingers in and hold them there as I haphazardly stroke Lennon’s cock and lick up the little spurts of precum he makes for me.
“Mm-hmm, Con,” he says restlessly. “Are you nearly ready? Please. I need it.”
His hips are still working, still rocking, still punching the plug against his hot spot, when I straddle him and lower myself onto his cock.
He has a fat head, a thick, blunt instrument that batters its way through my first ring and sends paralyzing pleasure up my ass.
I sink down on him, groaning loudly, and take him and take him and take him until my eyes water and fullness radiates from my rectum to the rest of my body.
I let gravity pull me down until I’ve taken all but the last two inches of him, then I stop my descent.
His eyes flutter open. “You okay, Con?”
“More than okay,” I slur. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you fucked my hand.”
He knows exactly what I mean and why, and gives it to me with no hesitation. His hips rock, thrusting up, sending his cock searing through my insides. Spearing me. Filling me. Forcing me open. My pleasure is overwhelming. Big concentric circles that expand and strangle every cell in my body.
Beneath me, Lennon writhes, the toy in his ass, and his dick in mine, both driving him wild. He moans and reaches for me again, hands grasping and grabbing, trying to pull me closer. I catch them and kiss them as I post up and down.
I reach behind me, twisting my torso just enough that I’m able to dig two fingers under the base of the toy. I fuck myself fast and ruthlessly on Lennon’s dick, jostling the plug gently to pummel his gland.
The way he moans lights up parts of my brain that have never lit up before. He thrashes and bucks, slamming his cock into me as he wails in pleasure.
I look down, vision doubling and tripling, and see Lennon, lost to pleasure, eyes rolling as he gasps and pants and cries the same thing over and over: “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Afterward, he snuggles up to me like he often does, resting his head on my chest and throwing an arm around my waist. He nestles into me until he’s comfortable and makes a soft, almost mournful sound.
I run my hands over his back gently, tracing the knobs of his spine and raising my head to smell his hair.
“I never told you this before,” I say. “I wasn’t sure, but I am now.”
“Sure of what?” he mumbles sleepily.
“You’re the reason. You’re the weight. The vice.
The invisible chain. Remember how I told you that when I was sick, by the end, I was ready to go, but something kept me here?
” He’s still for a beat, and then he nods jerkily against my chest. “Something held on to me and kept me here? It was this. It was you. My heart beats for you, Lennon.” I circle his body and hold on to him so tightly I feel his ribcage adjust. “It beats like it’s home when I’m with you. ”