33. Arnaz
ARNAZ
“Before I Came to Know It”
At some point, I must have loved the world.
T he thing that rarely happens happened—I overslept.
I blame Salem—well, half blame—for our late-night video sex followed by hours spent doing absolutely nothing.
He made us take one of those “What Animal Are You in the Wild” quizzes and got off when the results revealed that I would, in fact, be a mountain lion, like he guessed, and that he would be a wolf—specifically a red wolf—like he also guessed.
And then I made us look up which of us would win in a one-on-one fight and was hyped that it would be me.
But then he kept reading and infuriatingly informed me that wolves travel in packs and mountain lions ride solo, and against a pack, I’d get eaten alive.
So the fucker gloated and read some more, and none of it made me less infuriated until the mating section.
He shook his head proudly and puffed out his chest as he read how red wolves are monogamous and mate for life, and…
let’s just say, one of us wanted to climb through the phone and sit on the other one’s dick.
Instead, he was all, “Turn around and position the camera so I can see my hole. Yeah, just like that. Now, spread your legs…”
“Wait, position your camera so I can see you too,” I panted.
He tilted the phone, then rolled his briefs down, and his cock had sprung up, his piercing glistening from his pre-cum.
His eyes darkened as I hummed at the sight while slowly sucking two fingers into my mouth.
“Remember the gift I gave you? Can you get it?”
I nodded and reached into the bottom shelf of my nightstand.
I pulled the black shoebox from the gift bag and lifted the cover.
Cackling, I said, “You bought me a dick.”
He laughed. “Yeah. I did.”
I rubbed my fingers over the thick, swirly vein along the side, then snatched my hand back. “Fuck, that feels real.”
“Yeah…it’s made of a kind of silicone to mimic human skin.”
My mouth had watered. “It’s the same color as your complexion.”
“Yeah. I washed it for you too.” Peeking out the side of the satin pillow it had been resting on were a card and a small bottle of warming lube.
“Goddamn,” I scoffed, reading the dimensions on the card. “Length: eight and a half inches, circumference: six inches, diameter: two inches.”
“That’s my dick when I’m not with you.”
“Fuck.” A coil of heat spread between my legs.
“What’s the shallow mixing bowl for?” I asked, picking it up out of the box.
“You stick the suction cup at the bottom of the dildo on it so that when you ride it, it doesn’t move around.”
“You thought of everything.”
“Show me my hole again.”
I uncapped the warming lube and squeezed some onto my fingers, then turned and slowly fed them into my hole, sucking in a breath from the stretch.
“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to tongue fuck you again,” he crooned.
“Mm,” I rasped, thinking of his long, warm tongue eating me out.
“That’s it, baby. Add another finger now.”
I obeyed, head dipping slightly from the added pressure.
“I’m gonna fuck my hole soon. But first, the rules.” He tilted the phone up so I could see his face. “We’re gonna play a game called start, stop, hold. When I say ‘start,’ I want you to curve up slightly and fuck yourself at the pace I set. Got it?”
“Yeah,” I said with a grunt.
“When I say ‘hold,’ you stop but keep your fingers in. Okay? And when I say ‘stop,’ you pull out and let me see my sexy hole empty. Understand?”
“Yeah. I’m already leaking.”
“You want to practice with your fingers first before using the toy?”
I shook my head.
“Yeah, we’ll practice with your fingers first.”
I glared at him. He tilted the phone down to show me what my glare did to him.
“Okay, I want you to finger fuck my hole slowly,” he instructed. “Even slower,” he said, and I slowed my pace.
“Slower.”
“I am going slow,” I grumbled.
“Reach under the satin pillow in the box,” he said firmly.
“What?” I paused fucking myself, then reached for it with my left hand.
My ass tightened around my fingers as I lifted out a leather paddle.
“Fuck, Salem.” I let out a groan.
“I know what you need, baby.”
“I’m gonna come already, and we’ve barely even started.”
“You’ll come when I tell you to come. Now, rub the paddle across the right side of that sexy, plump ass cheek.
And when I say ‘lift,’ you lift, and on ‘punish,’ you bring it down hard enough to make that fat dick happy.
You can take your fingers out so you have something to lean on.
But when my dick is in you, it stays in as I punish you. Got it?”
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, getting into position.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“Lift.”
I lifted the paddle.
“Higher…higher…right there. When I say ‘punish,’ come down hard. If I don’t think it’s hard enough, we go again.”
“Yes.”
“Okay…”
Goose bumps broke out on my arms as I waited…and waited…
A string of pre-cum cooling against my shaft…
…and waited…
The handle of the leather paddle was moist in my hands. When I was about to glare at him, it rang out, dark and commanding.
“Punish!”
I came down hard, the sting burning as the slap echoed in the air.
“Mm. Good boy. Place the paddle down and rub soft circles along the spot until I say stop. Close your eyes and picture my lips parting and blowing soft air along the spot before I place gentle kisses.”
I closed my eyes and imagined his full, sexy lips grazing the lingering burn, agitating and soothing the spot.
“Just like that. Now imagine my tongue gliding from those heavy balls to your rim. I woke up so hard this morning, thinking about how good you feel stretched around my tongue with your cheeks pillowed against my face.”
I moaned.
“Start,” he rasped, and it had taken me a few seconds to remember the rules. I groaned when my fingers sank back into my hole.
“Baby, start with my dick.”
With a sigh of thanks, I’d squeezed lube on the heavy dildo and then reached around and pressed it to my rim.
“Slowly,” he instructed.
I nodded as I tried to push the fat head in. By the third try, he said, “Sit on me.”
I lowered the bowl to the mattress and used my headboard to lift and hover over it.
He sucked in a breath. “That looks…ngh.”
“S’big,” I hissed as the head popped in, and black stars lit up behind my lids.
“You can take me, baby. Just like that.”
“Fuuuck.” My thighs clenched together as I lifted slightly to catch my breath before lowering back down.
“Mm, you’re so warm, hugging me so tight. Glide down my dick…that’s it…”
I groaned from the pressure and burn.
“Start, baby. You’ll feel better.”
I gripped the headboard and slowly moved up, then sank back down in shallow thrusts, barely taking a third of the shaft.
I raised a hand to grab my dick but paused.
“Go ahead,” he said, giving me permission.
After a few strokes, my head fell back as a spasm of heat rolled down my back to my balls, and I rocked my hips, fucking myself deeper on every thrust.
Needing to see him, I opened my eyes and stared into the screen. His thick thighs were spread as he slowly pumped himself, his dark eyes half-lidded, bottom lip tugged between his teeth.
“You’re so sexy,” I breathed, then groaned loudly.
He winked. “You should see my view, baby. Hold.”
I whimpered but obeyed.
“You’re so perfect. I’ll let you continue, but hands off that sexy dick.”
I squeezed my nipple with my newly freed hand and continued riding him.
“How does it feel, Blue?”
“Mm.” I panted a few breaths. “S’real.”
“Like how I’d feel raw?”
I clamped my fist around the base of my cock. “Shhit.”
He chuckled. “Faster.”
I reached behind me to anchor my palm around the base of the dick and bucked faster.
“You know what I think about when I’m inside you?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“How is it so good? Making love to you. How badly I want to pump you full of my cum.” His smoky voice sent a graze of heat down my spine.
“You want my cum?”
“Yesss,” I moaned. “Fuck…yes.”
“I want to give you my cum, baby, and then have you ride my face so I can eat it out of you and taste us together.”
“Fuck, I’m com—ngh!” My body shuddered.
“Faster.”
I cried out as I bent forward, lifting the dildo, and fucked myself hard.
“Hold.”
I crashed forward onto the mattress in a heap on top of my cum with the gigantic dick sticking out of me.
I panted into my elbow, turning my face slightly to see him, beads of sweat running down my temples.
He was leaning back, watching me, cum covering his chest.
He blew me a kiss, and I surprised myself by blowing one back.
“You can pull me out when you’re ready.”
I winced as I pulled it out.
“Let me see.”
I showed him my hole.
“Mm, damn, you took me deep. How do you feel?”
Yawning, I lay back onto the mattress and muttered, “Fucked.”
“You did so well.”
His pride bloomed inside me.
“You’ll stay on?” I asked, rolling onto my back and swiping up the cum on my chest.
“Yeah. I’ll be here.”
We stared at each other, and an ache grew in my chest from wishing I were in his arms at that moment.
And he was there when I woke up this morning, light snores, handsome face, bare chest. I settled in to watch him and then looked at the time and bolted upright.
Unlike me, he could afford to stay up past three in the morning since he has today off.
I shoot Sid a text to tell him I’m running late, and he hits me back when I’m on the road.
Sid
Covered for you
Me
Good lookin’
I’m twelve minutes late when I slink onto the court, keeping to the back of the huddle as Coach addresses the team.
“…led teams to many NCAA Division I National Championships. While he’s making his debut in the NBA, I have no doubt he’ll be able to level-up each and every one of you.
We’ll miss Jerry, but after half a decade as an assistant coach, he’s earned his spot as head coach, and we’re proud of him.
Let’s give a warm welcome to your new assistant coach, Aiden Miller. ”
My head jolts up.
I push through Ussef and Wes.
“What the fuck?” I exclaim.