Chapter 11 Ride the Minotaur
RIDE THE MINOTAUR
MAGNUS
Jamie Torres is on my bed. On all fours. Spread wide. With my cum slathered all over his ass. And I’ve got a full bowl waiting. Finally, the insatiable libido, buckets—well, bowls—of cum and no refractory period come in handy.
“Mags, I’m so ready.”
My heart flutters at his new nickname for me. Most people see a title, a role, the horns. Never just me. But Mags… that’s mine. Small, intimate, like he’s naming a part of me I’d almost forgotten was there.
He turns his sweet face toward me. “How about we start with me riding you?”
“Anyway you like,” I say, already laying back against the pillows and holding my dick up like a damn trophy.
Jamie crawls up, pausing to give my cock some attention. Starting with a nuzzle to my balls. Licking up my shaft. And finally, kissing the head.
“You’re so damn adorable, do you know that?”
He shrugs. “I just know what I like.” He buries his mouth in my stomach, and it tickles, but in the best possible way.
When he’s kissing his way up to my chest, he straddles me, and I can feel some of my cum dripping off him onto my groin. “Okay, we have a bit of a logistics problem here,” I say. “One massive dick, one small hole. I think we need a strategy.”
“Trust me,” he says with a smirk, and damn he’s so fucking beautiful.
He reaches back, but I’m too big for him to manage with one hand.
“Let me help.”
I guide myself into place, resting my dick on his hole, and I realize we probably need more lube, so I dip my free hand into the bowl on the nightstand and slather myself up.
“There we go. I want to make sure there’s enough.
That it feels good for you.” I grin wide, showing my teeth, and this causes Jamie to laugh, his erection bobbing with each chuckle.
“Okay, I’m ready.” He lets out a long, slow breath and then lowers himself.
The tip, okay, maybe a portion of the tip, is all that’s in when he pauses then raises off me.
“Give me a second.”
“Jamie, are you sure? We don’t have to…”
“Hush. It just takes a few tries. I told you, I’ve been practicing. The toy I bought might even be bigger than you. So there.”
My chest expands. He’s done all this thinking about me. Hoping for me. For this.
He nods and lowers himself, slowly taking more of me in. He gets about halfway before moving off again with a long exhale.
“Third time’s a charm. I promise.” He winks and gods, how did I get so damn lucky.
I reach up, running my hands over his smooth skin. So soft. So warm. So Jamie. And when he smiles, it lands like a thunderclap straight to my chest—I’m undone, completely undone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once more, Jamie sinks onto me, but this time, just as he promised, he takes me. All of me. To the base.
Pleasure sparks from my cock, radiating outward until every nerve is caught in the surge. Being inside him like this makes me feel as if my body could levitate right off the bed.
“I’ve been needing to get fucked for so long.” His eyes shine as he smiles, those sweet little lines appearing. “Oh gods. Now that’s a deep fuck.”
My hand rests on his firm chest, his heart racing. “Does it feel good?”
“Magnus, you feel fucking amazing.”
He raises up, and just when the head is about to pop out, he slides right back down to the base.
“Fuck, Jamie. Fuck.”
He laughs. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”
“Nobody’s ever been able to take me like this. Nobody. How, what the…”
“I told you. All week. With the toy. Except.” He’s still, just letting me rest inside him. “You’re… better. Warm. Throbbing. Alive. You.”
And then, Jamie Torres, junior strategist, rides my cock like he’s been waiting his entire life for this.
I just watch him. I don’t thrust up. I want him to take the lead. At least for now.
But when he speeds up, tilting forward with his hands on my chest, bobbing his sweet ass up and down on me, something in me unlocks. I’m inside him, but I want more of him.
He leans forward, and when he reaches to kiss my face, I pop out. He huffs a breath and then grabs the glass of water and takes a sip. “Smart.” He lifts the glass. “You’re more prepared than you let on.”
“Just figured you might get thirsty.” I run my hand along his shoulder, down his arm, and take his hand in mine. His skin is slick with sweat, and he smells sweet, ripe, like heaven.
“Now.” He takes a gulp, drinking almost half the glass. “I’m ready to be plowed. You game?”
“Oh, you think you can take me from behind?” I flare my nostrils. “Let’s see.”
He’s up, putting the water glass back and grabbing the bowl. “Just to be safe.”
He lies on his back, lifting his thigh and applying more of the lube I created. My eyes are locked on his body as I get off the bed. He’s so damn sexy like this—on his back, tilted just so with one leg up, getting his beautiful hole ready for more.
“Jamie… um… what if…” I bite my lower lip.
“What? Tell me.”
I grab his ankle, pulling him toward the edge of the bed. “Can I fuck you like this? I want to see your face. Kiss you.”
I’m leaning over him, palming myself, waiting. And then he tilts his pelvis up, pushing his leg in my hand further, spreading himself wider. “Go for it.”
A growl rushes from my core. Something about him this way, on his back, so exposed, unleashes the beast in me, and I’m on him, stroking myself, waiting at his entrance.
“Good?” I ask.
He grabs my head by the sides and pulls me close. “Magnus, rail me.”
I reach down and slip a finger in. Then another.
Jamie leaves his hands on my face, pulling me close enough for a kiss, our tongues dancing as my fingers slide in and out of him.
He runs his hands up to the base of my horns, gently massaging.
His ass is open, warm, and willing, and my dick aches to return there.
“Okay,” I groan. “Let’s get to taking care of this horny hole.”
My cock slides in easily now. I brace my hands against his smooth chest, and as I pound into him—harder, deeper—my tail winds around Jamie’s leg, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” He times each word with a subsequent thrust. He licks his lips then pulls me back for another kiss. “Fuck your cum into me.”
Does he mean the cum I used for lube or what I’m about to unleash? I don’t ask, because he’s moaning, only the whites of his eyes visible. I reach down, take his dick in my hand and begin stroking.
“Can you come like this?” I tap a bead of precum off the tip then use it to jerk him faster.
“Yes, definitely. But don’t stop.” Jamie’s hand reaches for my back, clutching me closer. “Fuck me harder. Please, Mags. Harder. Harder.” His eyes burn with desire. “Fuck the cum out of me.”
I’m pounding away. Rough. I’ve never fucked anyone like this. Truth is, I’ve never really tried—I was always afraid of breaking them, or breaking something inside myself. But with Jamie, it’s different. He talks to me, guides me. He’s confident, thoughtful. And he prepared for this. For me.
He’s tearing down walls I didn’t even know existed. Brick by brick he’s finding his way to something in me I never dared let anyone touch. It’s overwhelming—terrifying, even—but in the best way. And what floors me most? It isn’t just the sex. It’s him. Jamie. The connection we share.
“Mags, I’m close. If you keep doing all… that, I’m going to come. Soon.”
He lifts his hips, eager for more, and I drive with more force. Deeper. Faster. Grunting with each plunge into him.
“You’re taking my cock so well.” I run my hand over his cheek. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Now, come for me.” I jerk his cock faster, letting the pad of my thumb linger over the tip. “My sweet little man.”
His scent shifts, and I know he’s close. I lean forward, burying my nose in his armpit, taking him in, and then it happens. His hole contracts around my cock, his body shudders, and he shoots his warm seed into my hand between us.
“Magnus, stay. On top of me. Blanket me.”
“Of course.” I continue stroking him until he finishes, kissing his cheek as his breathing returns to normal.
“Are you done?” I lift myself slightly, take a peek, and laugh.
“What?”
“Humans, everything’s smaller. Cuter. Even your loads.”
He lifts his head to survey the damage. “I mean, nothing compares to yours.”
“Well, I’m going to come again. Soon. I can just…” I pull out, move back, and hold myself.
“Oh no, no. I want it. Inside me.” Jamie reaches down and spreads his ass apart, and fuck, has there ever been a more beautiful sight? “Can you breed me, big boy?”
Big boy. My chest warms at how cute he is… even while I’m splitting him in half.
“Jamie, you can’t take it all. No way.”
“Well, let me try.”
I lean over him, brushing the damp hair off his forehead, taking in his beautiful face. “It won’t take long.” I push myself up and back into place.
“Take your time. Your dick feels amazing inside me.”
“Okay, well, I’m close, is all.”
I push inside him, his hole welcoming me back easily, and hold both his ankles up this time. It takes only a few drives in and out before my balls tighten. He’s too perfect. Too sweet. Too handsome.
“Jamie, I’m gonna come. Are you sure?”
“Yup. Sure. Now, fill me up.”
And that’s it, my orgasm slams into me like a rogue wave. Cum erupts out of me, gushing inside him, and he must feel it because he moans, his head tilting back.
“Fuck yeah. Oh, fuck, Mags.” His fingers get lost in the fur on my stomach, tugging me closer. “I want it all. Breed my hole.”
He grips the bed with his free hand, and I’m pretty sure nothing’s ever been more beautiful than the sight of Jamie Torres taking my load.
But then I sense it. Overflowing. Rushing out. There’s only so much room in there.
“Jamie, I’m pulling out. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pull out, and my cock lands on his and continues to shoot, covering his stomach, chest, a few drops even landing on his chin. He’s lifted his head, watching as I pump the last few drops before collapsing next to him.
He rolls over, cuddling up to me, our limbs tangled, the city lights spilling across us. I trace patterns across his back as Jamie runs a hand through the hair on my chest, and for the first time all week, I feel like I can breathe.
We’re a mess. The bed is a wreck. And I couldn't care less.
“This… this feels…” he murmurs, breathless.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It does.”
Jamie rests his head against my chest, and I’m sure he can hear the steady thrum of my heartbeat. I’ve waited so long for this. To feel this way with someone. Connected. Trusted. Seen. And finally, it’s happened. Jamie happened.
“C’mere.” I pull him closer, kissing the top of his head, and savor the moment.