Chapter 12
B y the time we made it back to my SUV, Morgan was dragging. I held the passenger door open for him and made sure he got his seatbelt buckled before I shut it. I’d had the foresight to use the remote start as soon as we’d gotten close enough, and the vehicle was already warming. Not that it would matter much, since we’d be back at his house in less than seven minutes. When I got in the driver’s seat, I noticed Morgan had his head back against the headrest and his eyes closed.
“I think you might be too tired for you second present tonight,” I mentioned, putting the SUV in gear. I checked all my blind spots twice before I very slowly pulled away from the curb. There were still a plenty of people around, a good deal of them children, and I didn’t want to hit anyone.
“Never too tired for presents,” he mumbled, then let out a soft sigh.
I couldn’t tell if he’d actually, truly, fallen asleep until I pulled into his driveway and shut off the vehicle. He woke with a start, smacked his lips once, and looked around. There was no missing the surprise on his face that we’d arrived already. He’d definitely zonked out for a few minutes there.
“Come on,” I said, pushing my door open. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“Present first, please.” He hopped out too and all but bounced around the car to my side. Apparently a five-minute catnap was all he needed to get his energy back. He was practically bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Duly noted.
He let us in, and the second we had our shoes off and the coats, hats, and scarves stowed away in the closet, he picked up the bag. He shook it at me and grinned widely.
“Can I open it now?”
“You can,” I agreed with a chuckle. “Just remember. It’s just a suggestion, you can say no, and it doesn’t have to be tonight.”
That really got his curiosity going. He made a show of sitting on the couch, and kept his gaze on me as he opened the bag. Then he peered inside. Stared for a few seconds. Looked back at me, then back in the bag. He did this twice more before he reached in and pulled out the butt plug I’d bought.
I’d purposely picked that one because not only had the red silicone caught my eye, but it was just a little smaller than I was. Enough to stretch him, but we’d both still feel it when I pushed inside him. Morgan stared at it as though he’d never seen a plug before in his life, turning it over in his hands and testing the weight of it.
Feeling like I needed to say something, I joined him on the couch. “You enjoy ass play.”
“Very much,” he agreed, not taking his eyes off the plug.
“You like it when I finger you afterward. So I thought,” I gestured to the plug, “before or after. Or both. Whatever you want.”
He nodded, still staring at it. Then he jumped up, startingly me. He handed me the plug. “Hold this.”
He took off down the short hallway. I leaned sideways, but I couldn’t quite see into the bedroom from this angle. The light came on, I heard a thump and a quiet curse, and then he was running back toward me, buck naked, cock already half hard, and lube bottle in hand. I couldn’t help the bark of laughter. I guessed we were doing this now.
“Hang on a sec. Let me wash it.” I chuckled again and went to the kitchen sink to do just that. When I turned back around, task done, Morgan had turned on all the Christmas lights, shut off the overhead light, and was on all fours in front of the tree.
He took my breath away. All I could do was stare. He lowered his shoulders, arching his back, ass out. Then glanced at me with heat and wickedness in his eyes. I moved fast.
I had the foresight to grab the lube from the coffee table, but then dropped down onto my knees beside him. I set the items beside him, and then took hold of his ass, kneading his cheeks and spreading them so I could see his hole. He worked it, making it wink, and I let out a groan before I bent forward and placed a sucking kiss right on his rim.
He whined. “Barrett.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I said reverently. I couldn’t remember if I’d told him that before but he needed to know. “And this ass. I can’t get enough of it. So tight and hot. And such a pretty pink hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched around this plug.”
“Yes.” He let out a whimper and spread his knees a little further. “I want…I want…”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” I bit one cheek gently just to hear his gasp, then ran my tongue across his hole. He was panting, unable to catch his breath. It amazed me how fast he went from zero to sixty. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Put it in me,” he demanded, sounding a little desperate. “I wanna wear it while I suck you off. I want you to fuck my mouth. And then when you get hard again, I want you to fuck the cum out of me and put the plug back in.”
Christ on a crutch. He made my blood heat, and I was so painfully hard I was sure I’d have a zipper mark on my dick, despite my briefs. I didn’t say another word, I didn’t check to make sure he was sure. I just did as he said.
I coated the plug liberally with lube, making sure it would be an easy glide. Morgan breathed out and relaxed as soon as I set the tip against his hole. I worked it in slowly, but steadily, not stopping. He whined when the widest part stretched him, and I held it there for a few seconds just so he could feel it. He tried to push back, but I held his hip so he couldn’t, and only when he relaxed again, did I give the plug a little nudge. His ass sucked it right in, rim closing around the thinner neck, base resting against his hole. But I couldn’t just stop there. I pressed hard on his taint, rubbing his glad from the outside so it would push against the plug. Precum spurted from his dick to land on the rug, and he wailed.
“There we go.”
Morgan had reached his limit to teasing though, because he shot up and turned fast, knocking me back. I went down under him, breathless and chuckling. Morgan didn’t notice or care. He attacked my pants, fingers a little clumsy, but got the button and the zipper undone. He didn’t bother trying to pull them down, just moved my briefs out of the way so he could get to my cock.
He suckled at the head, tongue working the slit and then pressing against my frenulum. It was my turn to moan, and I pushed up on my elbows so I could watch him. His hands got involved a second later, one wrapped around my shaft and working me in counterpoint to his lips, the other cupping my sack. He played with my balls, which had my eyes rolling back. It felt so damn good I was ready to burst.
Morgan sucked in a breath through his nose, and then forced himself down. I felt when the head of my cock nudged the back of his throat. Felt him swallow and I inched in just a bit more. Suddenly his nose was pressed against my pubes, and he held himself there until he couldn’t anymore. He pulled back with a tiny gag and then a quick cough.
“Fuck my mouth, Barrett.”
“Get up on your knees.”
Morgan scrambled back so he was kneeling before me as I surged to my feet. He adjusted so he was the right height and dove back in, licking up my shaft, coating me with his spit. I bit out a curse and cupped the back of his head. I wasn’t going to force him, but I needed something to hold on to. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it only spurred him on. He took me in again, though not as far, and grabbed onto my ass. He gave a little tug.
I started slow and easy, testing it out to find out what he could take. He made the suction strong when I pulled back, used his tongue to drive me wild, and adjusted the angle so that I hit the back of his throat. Again and again, as I sped up, he urged me to keep going. I didn’t go too hard, but I didn’t need to. He was doing the work.
“Get ready,” I gritted out, teeth clenched, wanting to make sure he was ready before I flooded his mouth. One more thrust in, and he held me there. That was all it took I came hard.
My knees threatened to buckle and I had to brace myself on his shoulders or I would have collapsed. I watched as a satisfied smile curled his lips, even as he licked me clean. Holy fuck, he was good at that. I was almost too sensitive, but I didn’t want him to stop. He looked so good doing it.
After a minute or two, when I could breathe again, I took a step back. He whimpered at the loss, swaying forward as though he didn’t want to lose the taste of my cock. Then he blinked and lifted his gaze to mine. His lips were swollen and bruised looking, his pupils were so dilated all I could see was a thin ring of blue, and his dick was purple and weeping.
I held out my hands. He took them and I pulled him to his feet as I said, “Stand up.”
He winced a little and shook out one leg, but he never took his gaze off me. The heavy-lidded eyes, the flushed face, and the puffy lips turned me on even more. I’d always had a good refractory period, but just looking at him had me almost ready to go again.
I picked up the lube from where I dropped it before, then turned and before Morgan could react, I put a shoulder to his middle and scooped him up. He yelped, but hung on and didn’t protest. I hurried down the hall, needing him in bed.
He’d turned back the covers, but I noted the new comforter—this one white with reindeer and Christmas trees—and the red plaid sheets were a nice touch. More importantly, Morgan had covered most of the mattress with a waterproof pad. I approved. It would make clean up so much easier.
I tossed him on the mattress, and he snickered as he bounced. But it turned into a moan the instant I joined him. I covered his body with mine, using my knee to nudge the plug in his ass. His neck arched as he whined, and it gave me the perfect spot to kiss. I still wanted to leave marks, but I was conscious that it wasn’t the best idea. So I kept my kisses and nibbles gentle.
I slicked my fingers with lube, then snapped the bottle shut and tucked it under a pillow so I’d know where it was when I needed it later. Then I wrapped my fingers around his dick. I knew I could have gotten him off in a few quick, hard strokes but I didn’t want that, and from what he said earlier, neither did he. So I kept my grip loose and my strokes slow. Keeping him on edge without letting him go over.
“Barrett.” His hands were restless, stroking over my shoulders and arms, sometimes up my neck and into my hair.
I loved it when he said my name, but the needy whine might be my favorite. “Need something?”
He pinched my side. “I need to come!”
“You will.” But I didn’t stop doing exactly what I was doing. Honestly, I could keep it up for hours. I wondered if he’d ever played with edging before. He seemed like the type who would love it and I bet I could get him so worked up he’d get off with the slightest touch.
“Are you hard yet?” he asked around panting breaths. He tried to reach down to find out, but I caught his hand and held it to the mattress.
“You’ll know when I’m ready,” I said into his skin. “Because I’ll ease that plug out and slam inside you. You’ll come screaming my name.”
“Yes. Yes. Do that.”
I grinned and bit the skin near his armpit. “I’m gonna. When I’m ready.”
His growl was part need, part frustration. My grin morphed into a smirk that I didn’t let him see.
I didn’t make him wait too long. I teased him some more, until the only sounds that he made were incoherent babbles punctuated by curses and moans. When I was hard enough to get inside him, I got the lube and slicked myself up, then I loomed over him. He’d closed his eyes, but at the cessation of sensation, he flicked them open.
I lifted one leg over my shoulder, staring into his eyes. Then I reached down between his legs, and took hold of the plug. I eased it out just a little, till I felt resistance and I knew it was tugging on his rim. His mouth was open, cheat heaving with his breaths, and sweat trickled down his hairline. I made sure I had his entire attention.
“Push it out, baby.”
He stopped breathing for a second. I held his gaze and waited for him to tell me no. A beat passed. And then another. Then he took a breath and bore down. It took a moment or two. Slid back in once. But then the plug came free, landing in my hand.
Morgan let out a whimper and then whispered, “I’m so empty. Fill me.”
I tucked his other knee into my elbow and surged inside. He grunted. I groaned. He was so warm and slick, I couldn’t hold back. I thrust hard and fast, setting a brutal rhythm that had him sliding up the mattress. I only paused for a second to yank him back down again so he didn’t hit his head, and he lifted his arms to brace them against the headboard. I was primed to go off again, and so was he. I was done playing games. I pounded into him and stroked his dick, just as hard and fast as I was fucking him.
He did scream when he came, cum shooting out to land on his chest. One spurt hit his chin. His entire body shook as he unloaded, and that was all it took for me as well. I’d already come once, so it wasn’t a lot. But he got what he wanted, my cum in his ass.
I pressed in to make sure I wouldn’t fall out as we breathed and came back to earth. I found the plug again and held it up in question. Morgan gave a tiny shake of his head.
“Fingers.”
Whatever he wanted.
A while later, after we were cleaned up and tucked into bed, Morgan lay on my chest, petting my chest hair with one hand. There would be no second round tonight. He was too tired. But apparently not yet sleepy because he was filling me in on how busy his week was going to be. His schedule was packed with meetings and check-ins and wouldn’t need me to assist all that much. I tried not to be cranky about that. It looked like I was about to have some free time on my hands. Not that I wouldn’t try to help him wherever he let me.
“Barrett?”
His sleepy voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Sounded like he would finally drop off to sleep soon. “Hmm?”
“Would you, um.” He blew out a breath that made my nipple pebble. “Would you go to the Winter Ball with me on Saturday?”
I glanced down at the top of his head, but apparently my chest hair was incredibly interesting. “As your date?.”
“Yeah. We can tell people you wanted to come and I just had a plus one. They know we’re friends.”
So quick to justify it. But I wasn’t worried about that, only so far as how it would affect him in the future. “What’s the attire?”
“Technically black tie. But anything formal would work.” He let out a snicker. “For some around here, that means their best jeans and a button down.”
He was too cute. I took hold of his chin and tilted his head up so I could see his face. He looked hopeful, but wary. As if I would ever say not to him.
“I’d love to.”
He grinned and pushed up enough to kiss me soundly. Then he snuggled back down on my chest, and a minute later, his breathing evened out. I was glad we’d already shut off the light because I would have hated to move him in order to do so.
I closed my eyes too, but sleep was slower to claim me. I adored this man in my arms, and I was enjoying the hell out of every second we spent together. In bed and out of it. In another time and place, I wouldn’t have hesitated to make him mine. Stake my claim as it were.
But that wasn’t our situation. And I couldn’t help but feel sadness that this thing between us had an end date.