Chapter 10 B.Y.O.B. （Bring Your Own Bowl）
B.Y.O.B. (brING YOUR OWN BOWL)
JAMIE
“Do you trust me?”
His words catch me off guard—because I do. I nod, heart thudding.
“Okay, slight change of plans. I’m going to play with your sweet little hole first. Then you can—” He grins, and it’s impossible not to see the mischief in his eyes. “—blow me.” Yeah, he’s definitely scheming.
With a flop, he’s on the bed, the frame creaking beneath his weight. He settles on his back, arms propped behind his head, and pats his chest as if inviting me closer.
I crawl up, leaving a trail of kisses along his shaggy torso until I reach his head—and then I shower his face with the same gentle, teasing affection.
His dick pokes at my legs, and yeah, I’m so ready for this.
“You’re so fucking hard already.” I run my toes along the warm shaft, grabbing the head the best I can.
“Well, you have that effect on me.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, inhaling deeply. “Peppermint.”
“It’s my shampoo. They sell it in bulk at the After Dark Pharmacy.” I shrug. “It gets the job done.”
“I love it.” He takes a deep whiff of my head, pulling a few strands against his nostrils. It’s ridiculously adorable. And then his cock surges against me. Again.
“So, you’re going to open me up first?” I ask.
Magnus nods, delivers a sweet peck to my cheek, then whispers, “I want you to sit on my face.”
“Fuck yes.”
I’m up, boner bobbing as I climb, planting my feet on his vast shoulders. The thing is, with his long snout, there’s no proper way to sit—so it’s more of a squatting straddle. He lifts a hand to steady me, and when I wobble, he mutters, “Horns.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hold on to my horns,” he says, voice low. “To steady yourself.”
And yeah, another bonus of being with him. Horn handles.
I grab on and find my footing.
“There we go,” he coos. “Easy does it.”
Slowly, I lower myself onto his waiting tongue. The moment it makes contact, my ass rejoices—it’s been a long week. It’s heaven having this again. Having him. And he wastes no time getting to work.
“Oh, oh, oh. Magnus.” I settle in, letting him consume me. “Oh, my gods that feels so good.”
With long, thick strokes, his rough tongue makes every nerve come alive.
He does that little nibble thing on my ass cheek and then tentatively pushes the tip of his tongue inside me.
I hold on to his horns, hunker down, and breathe.
The toy I bought should have me ready for whatever he wants to dish out.
“Fuck, Torres, you’re so open.”
“I told you.” I let my right thumb slide up to the tip of his horn, feeling the sharpness as his hot breath blows on my hole. “This is all for you.”
I lower myself again, and Magnus goes deeper, moaning with each swirl of his tongue. His cock points right at me. Hard. The tip practically begs to escape from its sheath. But even though it almost reaches his chest, there’s no way I can grab it from here. Patience. We have all night.
With my hands grasping his horns, I’m able to grind down, lowering myself so Magnus’s tongue plunges deeper. He lets out a low grunt, and his dick pulses, the tip just poking out, already wet with precum.
“You like that, Mr. Trainor? When I fuck your tongue with my ass?”
He moans or mumbles something, but I’m not really sure, with his mouth too busy to craft words, let alone complete sentences. I move up and down slowly, letting him relish it all.
“I’m staring at your gorgeous cock. You’re so hard. So ready. You’re leaking precum. I can’t wait to taste it. Feel it. Ride it. Have you fill me up.”
With one free hand, Magnus reaches down, props his dick up, and gives it a slow stroke. He pulls back the foreskin, revealing the glistening tip, and I can’t help but smile—remembering how he decorated my face in his office.
“Is your dick feeling left out?” I tease. “Okay, Mags, I think it’s time for—”
He freezes, pulling back just enough to speak. “What did you call me?”
Crap.
“It just slipped out. Sorry. Do you… hate it?”
I scramble down next to him before the moment can crack open too wide, pressing my face against the warm strength of his neck.
His arms tighten around me, holding me in place like he’s afraid I’ll take it back. “No,” he says, voice softer than usual. “I… love it. I’ve just never had a nickname before. Never had anyone… give me one.”
I pull back and meet his big brown eyes. They’re overflowing with sweetness. He looks almost… undone—this giant, gorgeous Minotaur—and it makes my chest tingle in the best possible way.
“Mags,” I whisper again, softer this time, like a prayer. And his smile, small and unguarded, just about wrecks me.
“Mags,” he repeats.
I roll on top of him, his hands holding me in place, as I kiss his chin. I take a tiny nibble at the soft fur there, and I feel his cock pulse against my leg.
“Can I?” I ask, brushing my shin back against it.
He nods, and I slide down, turning. His hand follows—firm, possessive—moving from my back to my waist, keeping my ass within reach.
With both hands, I grasp his dick, giving it a few slow strokes.
“Look how wet your cock is for me.”
I’m only able to wait a few pumps before I’m licking the tip, tasting his musky precum, and then, like a ravenous animal, I’m swallowing it. More than last time, sooner, quicker. Gulping. Slurping. Soft moans escape my lips because he fills me so deep it borders on worship.
“That’s it, Jamie. Suck me, little man.”
I huff a laugh through my nose. Little man. I’m almost six feet tall. Most people wouldn’t dare say that to me seriously—but next to him? Yeah, it works.
My throat opens, and I take more of Magnus than last time. Not quite four-fifths, but close enough. Who says fractions don’t come in handy after high school?
I swirl my tongue over the tip, using both hands to stroke while I pay attention to the head.
This does something to Magnus. He’s growling.
Moaning. When I reach down and massage his balls, he thrusts up, desperate for more.
Feeling brave, I let my fingers go further, teasing his hole just the slightest bit, and he whimpers. Magnus Trainor fucking whimpers.
“Oh, do you like that? Your little man playing with your hairy hole?”
“Yeah, I do, actually.” His tail snaps once against the floor like it’s got a mind of its own. “Nobody’s ever… even thought about it.”
I turn to face him. “Magnus Trainor. Listen to me. I’m not here for some CEO domination fantasy—though, hey, I’m not opposed to that being part of things.
I’m here for you. This.” I reach up and press my palm to his chest, right over his heart, and feel it pounding beneath my touch. “You. All of you.”
His stare is so intense I almost flinch, but then it softens, like he’s letting something break open that he usually keeps locked tight.
“Jamie…” He covers my hand with his massive one, holding it there against his chest like he never wants me to let go.
For a moment, the room goes quiet except for our breathing. His eyes shine, and it hits me—this isn’t just about sex for him anymore. Not about dominance or play. It’s about us. About wanting everything.
And the way he leans in, brushing his forehead to mine, I know he’s ready to ask for more.
“I really want to fuck you.”
Okay, that wasn’t what I was expecting, but also…
“Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
I rest my head on his chest then remember. “Wait—what about lube?”
“I told you, Torres—I’ve got a plan.” He wiggles his eyebrows, impossibly pleased with himself. “Be right back.”
He gently shifts me off him and rises from the bed. He walks out of the bedroom with his cock so hard, so big, it’s a miracle he doesn’t tip over. I hear him in the kitchen: cabinets opening, glasses clinking, water running.
When he returns, he’s holding a glass of water… and a large metal bowl. Does he have the sudden urge to bake? Make a salad? What’s he cooking up?
“Water? I’m sorry, Mags, but you’ve seen what you’re packing. That’s not going to cut it.”
“No, silly.” He grins, holding up the empty bowl. “The water’s for you to drink. This…” He gestures to the bowl. “Will hold all the lube you could ever want.”
My stomach flutters with confusion.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Magnus places the glass and bowl on the bedside table and stands before me. He holds his cock out, waving it before me. “Just suck me a little more. Trust me.”
Trust me. Those two words again. And I do.
I’m on all fours, mouth open, licking at the head of his thick cock while he strokes himself with a new eagerness.
I take a good portion of him in, sucking, licking, twirling my tongue, and then when his jerking speeds up, I spit on my hand and crawl it underneath his balls and place it at his entrance.
“Fuck, Jamie. Right there.” His hips shake at the contact. “Do it. Please. Please. Please.”
He’s surprisingly tight. For someone who says everything’s bigger, apparently his hole isn’t. But with enough spit, I’m able to get half a finger in.
“Fuck, Jamie. Fuckkkk. Further. All the way. Please.”
Magnus takes a deep breath and my finger slides right in.
His strokes accelerate, and his ass grips my finger, but I keep at it.
Blowing him. Playing with his ass as his tail wraps around my neck.
And then when his thighs quake, he lets go of his dick.
I don’t stop sucking as he reaches for the bowl.
“Okay, okay, you can have the next load. This one goes…”
He pulls out of my mouth and shoots. Hard.
Fast. Copious amounts. The bowl fills quickly, the sound of his cum blasting against metal.
As soon as I understand what he’s doing, I swing around offering my ass up.
Once he realizes what I’m after, he alternates between the bowl and my butt.
Hot cum plasters my cheeks as I lower my torso and reach back to spread myself so he can get me good.
His dick makes contact with my hole, still blasting, and my entire body shudders with anticipation.
When Magnus finally finishes, the air in the room is still. We’re both waiting.
And then his hand lands on the small of my back.
“You ready to get fucked, little man?”