Chapter 20 #2
“There are other things I could call you now. Sexy.” He kisses my neck.
“Gorgeous.” He kisses my cheek. “Tempting.” His hand slides down to my cock, but he doesn’t touch it.
He keeps his hand pressed flat just above it, creating the perfect tease.
“Delicious.” His breath flutters over the back of my neck. “So many words to describe you.”
“You’re unbelievable. I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that you’d be a sexy beast, and I was right, but I can’t believe it’s happening to me.”
“I’m glad it’s you.”
“Me too.”
“Now tell me the fantasy.”
The one that immediately pops into my head is the recurring one—lying on a table, waiting to be used. Watched. Helpless.
“It’s a party.” My voice is trembling. “There’s a lot of people there, and I’m spread out on a table. Waiting.”
“Mm, waiting for what?”
“Anyone. Someone. You,” I whisper bravely.
Vanian slides his hands down my thighs and back up, still avoiding my cock. “And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Use me.”
“In front of all these people? Scandalous.”
I nod, holding in a whimper.
“Do you want other people to use you too?”
“Not if you’re there.” I shiver, leaning into him. “I want to be fucked so hard I beg to come. I want all the people watching to know what a shameless, horny slut I am. I want them to see me like that.”
“Fuck,” Vanian whispers, nibbling my earlobe. “Are you on your knees or your back?”
“My back. You have my legs spread wide so everyone can see me. You put your fingers inside me first, stretching me out to get me ready for your cock. I could run if I wanted to, but I don’t want to.”
“Jesus, Bends.” Vanian rubs his hard cock against my ass. “Then I fuck you in front of all those people?”
“Yep. You don’t even care if I’m enjoying it because I’m just a hole. Just a place for you to get off.”
Finally, his hands glide down to touch my cock. I moan and jerk under his touch, leaning back and grinding my ass against him.
“You want my cock inside you, you greedy little slut?”
“Fuck,” I whisper, desperate for some friction. “Please. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Embarrassment over my confession flows through me for a moment, but it’s washed away by a wave of lust.
“Then I better make it good.” He pushes gently on my shoulder. “Bend over. Show me your pretty hole.”
“Fuck” is all I manage to say as I follow his directions.
Pressing my hands against the tile, I bend over, practically holding my breath in anticipation.
His hands, slick with bodywash, slide down my back to my crack, and as he massages my hole, my cock swells and leaks even more.
As warm water washes away the soap, my legs shake, and I will them not to buckle under me.
“That is pretty,” Vanian says, massaging my hole before crouching and pressing his tongue to it.
“Oh god,” I moan. “Van.”
He doesn’t say anything else as he buries his face between my legs, licking and massaging my hole. Is this something he normally does with women? He mentioned he’s done anal before, and the thought of it, even imagining him with a woman, is so fucking hot.
“Fuck, your hole is so tight and hot, Bends.” He breaches me with just the tip of his finger. “I don’t think you can fit that toy you bought in here.”
“You’d be surprised.”
He chuckles before gently biting my ass cheek. “I don’t doubt it.” Reaching around me, he shuts off the water. “Bed. Now.”
I scramble out of the shower, grabbing a towel and hurrying to dry off before throwing myself on the bed. Vanian follows after a minute or so, drying his hair with a towel.
“Stay right there.”
“I will.”
He walks closer, cupping my chin in his large hand. “And don’t touch yourself until I say so.”
I eagerly nod, biting back a needy moan.
While he’s gone, I lie back, breathing in and out slowly to calm my racing heart. I don’t want to pass out mid-fuck.
Vanian returns, holding a small box in his hand.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” I watch as he opens the box and removes the black prostate vibrator from the packaging.
“You’re going to get your hole ready for me with your new toy.
I want to see you fuck yourself with it while you imagine this room full of strangers waiting to see how hard I can make you come. ”
Goddamn, he’s good at this. “Yes, sir.”
I reach into my nightstand to grab the dildo and the lube. My cock is painfully hard, dripping strings of sticky precum.
“I’m not done yet,” Vanian says, stepping closer and handing me the vibrator. “Put it inside me.”
Nodding, I take the toy from him, and as he bends over, showing off his unused hole, a shiver runs through me.
He’s covered in a light dusting of hair, making my mouth water.
I open the bottle of lube and use some to slick the vibrator.
It’s so slim that it shouldn’t be uncomfortable, but I’m still careful as I spread his cheeks apart and push the toy inside. He clenches around it, moaning softly.
“Want me to turn it on?”
“Not yet.” He stands, turning to face me. “It’s gonna fuck me while I fuck you. Now get on your knees and show me how you fuck yourself.”
I do as he says, even as my knees and hands shake. I lube up the dildo, then slowly push it in. It catches on the tight ring of muscle, so I exhale, relaxing enough to slide it all the way in.
“Damn,” Vanian says, whistling low. “You can take it like a pro.”
I can’t reply, afraid my voice will break. Instead, I move the toy in and out, closing my eyes and imagining myself on the table, surrounded by masked strangers watching me. But mostly, I imagine the lusty look on Vanian’s face.
Is he touching himself right now? Does he want to fuck me as badly as I want to be fucked?
“You look so good,” Vanian whispers, squeezing my ass cheek. “You can have my cock as soon as you ask for it.”
“Please, Van.” I tug the dildo out and toss it onto the bed. “Please. I need your cock so bad.”
I feel his thumb circling my hole and hear the lube bottle opening again. I’m braced for him to enter me, but he pushes me down, flipping me over easily.
“Everyone loves watching you. You’re so greedy. So needy.”
I nod, biting my lip.
Vanian reaches down and strokes my cock, using his thumb to massage my cockhead, then he raises his thumb to his mouth, lapping at the precum he collected there. Jesus, this man far exceeds any fantasy I ever had of him.
With his hand on my ankle, he roughly yanks my legs apart, gazing down at me. “I’m gonna love this, Bends. Turning you inside out, feeling you come on my cock, I can’t wait.” He reaches behind him, and I hear the telltale sound of quiet buzzing. His eyelids flutter and his mouth falls slack.
“Holy fuck.”
“It’s intense,” I whisper, dragging my hands up and down his forearms. “It’s going to change your life.”
“This whole trip has.” Vanian blows out a breath and positions himself between my legs.
I hold my breath as he aligns his cock with my hole, and when he pushes his way in, my eyes immediately well with tears. My childhood crush, my best friend in the world, is inside me, as close as he can possibly get. It’s better than any made up fantasy.