Chapter 36
Thirty-Six
Machinehead
Spencer
The door snicks shut behind Anthony, and Ryan turns to look at me.
“Welp.” He blows out a breath. “That just happened.”
“Yeah, it did.” I scratch my head, still trying to process everything. Then I reach out and rub his leg, feeling the warmth of him through the thin fabric of his shorts. “Are you okay?”
Ryan sighs, and for a second, I think he's going to fall apart, but then he says, “Honestly, yes.”
I study his face. “Really?”
“Mmhmm.” He leans back against the couch cushions. “Don't get me wrong, I know shit's about to get rough, but mostly, I just feel relieved.”
I reach over and sweep the hair from his forehead, my touch gentle. “I'm not happy it happened this way, but I'm glad you're feeling relieved. I hated that you had to hide.”
Ryan sighs again, heavier this time. “I guess I better check my phone and start dealing with the shitstorm.”
He starts to get up, but I press my palm against his chest and push him back against the couch. “Not yet.”
“What?” He gives me a puzzled look, eyebrows drawing together.
“Let's just stay in this bubble for a little longer.” I let my hand drift down to his thigh, squeezing. “I didn't get to finish playing with that sexy ass.”
Ryan's lips curve into a wicked smile, and my brain scolds me…
Can someone please point me to the genius who thought I could resist that face? I'd like a word. Oh wait, that was me. Idiot.
I point at him. “Stay here. I need to go do something. I'll come get you in a minute.”
Ryan gestures to the growing tent in his barely-there shorts. “Please hurry. This morning has been the most torturous edging session in history.”
I laugh and stand, starting to walk toward the hallway.
“Your ass in those silk pants is not helping matters, Perfect!” Ryan shouts after me. I bark a laugh, then open my bedroom door, enter, and close it behind me.
I quickly go into my master closet and head to the top shelf in the far back, grabbing the box I had delivered a couple weeks ago and hid under a stack of shoe boxes for a special occasion.
I unbury the box, then take it down and out to my bed, unpacking the contents and starting to put it together.
About ten minutes into building it, I hear Ryan loudly whine from the living room: “Spennnnnnce.”
I laugh to myself. “Almost ready. Sit tight.”
Ten minutes later, the contraption is all put together.
I turn it on for a split second, just to test it.
Satisfied, I lay a blanket on the floor in front of the chest at the end of my bed, clearing the empty box and the parts wrappers from the bed.
Then I strip off my shirt and drop my silk pants.
I'm already rock hard just from the thought of what's about to happen.
I open the bedroom door and stalk down the hall.
When I get back to the living room, Ryan has his arms folded, clearly pouting. But then he sees me heading right for him, hard dick bobbing as I walk.
Ryan licks his lips. “Is that for me?”
I chuckle and hold my hand out, beckoning to him.
“Come.”
Ryan scrambles off the couch. “Fucking yes, sir.”
He grabs my hand and I drag him down the hall like a caveman.
“Jesus, Spence.” Ryan's voice is breathless behind me. “I'll never get tired of watching your naked ass walking.”
I huff.
“No, seriously.” Ryan keeps going. “Forget Chance and me. That ass right there is king.”
I'm barely hanging on to control. “Ryan.”
“I swear to God, I'm going to get my tongue between those cheeks one day.”
I reach the bedroom door, fling it open, and pull Ryan through it. He keeps yammering, saying, “I mean it. I'm gonna get right up in there, motorboat style—”
But his voice cuts off when he sees the scene in front of him. He snaps his head over to me. “Is that what I think it is?”
I nod. “A fuck machine? Yes, it is.”
Ryan looks between the machine and me. “What—”
“I ordered it after you told me about your fantasy.” I see the realization dawn in his eyes, and I continue, “And since it will be a cold day in hell before I share you, I thought I could at least help you experience what it feels like… getting stuffed at both ends.”
I watch the heat rising in Ryan's eyes.
“Oh.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Fuck. Yes.”
He’s naked in a flash, flinging his t-shirt and short-shorts haphazardly across the room.
My lips twitch. So eager.
“Where do you want me, Perfect?”
I gesture toward the machine. “On all fours. I'll help you get started. Just get that pretty ass in the air for me.”
Ryan scrambles and gets in position, ass facing the dildo attached to the machine that will piston in and out of his glorious hole.
Is it possible to be jealous of a machine? I think to myself. Because if it wasn't for the view I know I'm going to get on the other side of this, I'd probably set it on fire and throw it off the balcony for getting anywhere near his ass.
I drop down behind Ryan and grab the lube I set by the machine, popping the cap. In an almost Pavlovian response to the sound, he arches his back. The move makes those divots at the base of his spine look alive.
“Did you just wink your back dimples at me?” I say on a growl.
Ryan looks back over his shoulder. “You like that?”
I don't respond. I just smack his ass.
“Ooh yeah.” He pushes back into my touch. “Punish me.”
He moans when I drizzle the lube down his crack.
“Quiet,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Let me get you nice and open.”
Ryan's moan turns into a low whine as I circle his hole with my thumb, pressing gently to spread the lube. His back dimples wink at me again, and I feel a primal urge to lean down and bite them. But I resist, focusing instead on getting him ready for what's to come.
“Spence,” Ryan whispers, his voice hoarse with need. “Please.”
I hush him, pressing a kiss to his lower back. “Patience, Ry. I won't let you wait too long.”
He shivers under my touch, and I can feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy ready to spring. I slide a finger into him, and he pushes back against me, eager and hungry. I take my time, stretching him, adding more lube, feeling his body open up for me.
The machine waits, humming softly, a silent promise of what's to come. I can see the anticipation in Ryan's eyes when he looks back at me, the trust and the sheer fucking lust. It's a heady mix, and it makes me wish, once again, that I could give him more than I’m capable of.
For now, I can give him this. I position the machine's dildo at his entrance, I gently guide Ryan back, easing the head of the dildo inside his hole. He groans, deep and guttural, and I feel it in my own chest.
“Just rock back and forth a little,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Get used to it.”
Ryan starts doing as told, his hips moving in small circles, and I pepper his back with kisses, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
“Fucking hell, Spence,” he pants, “turn the thing on. I'm dying here.”
I hum against his spine, then turn and grab the remote control. I flick it on to the lowest setting, and the dildo starts easing in and out of him. I stare at it for a moment, watching it work him open, and a growl tears from my throat at the sight.
Ryan's head hangs low between his shoulders, and he's practically writhing as the machine works his hole. My cock jolts between my thighs, hard and aching.
I stand and move to the end of my bed, easing myself down onto the bench. It puts me directly in front of Ryan at the perfect height to feed him my cock.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pull his head up. His face is blissed out, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
“Go ahead,” I say, my voice gravel. “Complete the fantasy.”
Ryan wastes no time diving down on my cock, working it from base to tip with that magic mouth of his.
I turn the speed up on the machine one notch, then lean back and let my head fall back on my shoulders, lost to the pleasure.
Only Ryan has ever been able to do this to me, to make me feel like I'm coming apart at the seams from just a blow job.
“Jesus, Ryan. That fucking mouth is deadly.”
I'm completely lost for a moment before Ryan pops off my dick and says, “Hey, Spence.”
I lift my head and open my eyes, giving him a look that says this better be good.
He grins up at me. “Look! I'm a brotisserie!”
I roll my eyes, but give him the laugh that deserves. But then, I do look. I look at the machine fucking him from this angle, and it pulls another growl from me. I know I'm not going to last. I click the remote to increase the speed again, and Ryan groans, diving back down on my cock.
I press down on the back of his head and hold him there while I watch his ass taking the machine. He's practically impaling himself on it while he gags and splutters on my cock sitting at the back of his throat. I release him and let him come up for air.
Ryan gasps, sucking in huge breaths, and when he catches his breath, he says, “This is amazing.”
I turn the speed up again, and Ryan's eyes roll back in his head. “Oh fuck, Spence.”
I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You like that?”
He nods aggressively, and I continue, “You like getting fucked while you're choking on my big dick, Ry?”
He looks up at me through his lashes, and the word falls from his lips like a prayer: “Yes, Daddy.”
I turn the speed up to the last setting, and Ryan gasps. Still holding him by the chin, I become completely overwhelmed by the scene in front of me, by everything that's happened this morning, by everything with Ryan that has led here.
“Good,” I say, my voice fierce. “Because this is the only way you're ever going to get to live out your fantasy.”
He blinks at me, and I continue, “Because that ass… that ass is mine, baby.”
Ryan's eyes widen. “What… what did you just call me? Oh, God, that's gonna make me come, Spence.”
I shove my cock back in his mouth. “Come for me, my pretty little slut. Come for me while you swallow my load.”
He groans around me, and I watch as he strokes himself and comes onto the blanket beneath, his body convulsing with the force of it. The sight unravels me. I grip his head between my hands and lift my ass up off the bench, and with two quick thrusts, I'm spilling down his throat.
I quiver as I feel Ryan's tongue milking my load out of me, swallowing everything I give him. After I've completely emptied my balls in his mouth, I lean back on the bed, catching my breath.
I snap back to attention when I hear Ryan whining and moaning again. I look up, realizing the machine is still going, but Ryan is just rutting against it, moaning, and his dick is jutting out, hard again.
“Holy shit,” I say in amazement. “You're going to come again, aren't you?”
Ryan just whines, “Spence.”
I maneuver myself off the bench and behind him, pouring lube in my hand. I reach down and grab his dick. “Look at my pretty, pretty princess and his big ass dick leaking everywhere.”
Ryan throws his head back, and I grind out on a gravelly voice, “You really can't get enough, can you?”
He just shakes his head, and I kiss each of his dimples, then start stroking his cock. It only takes a few strokes and Ryan comes again, practically screaming out his pleasure: “Oh fuck fuck fuck. Oh fffuuuck. Spence. Jesusgoddamnmotherfuckingchrist.”
Ryan's shaking uncontrollably now, so I turn off the machine and soothe him, rubbing his back and massaging his hips to help him back into an upright position. I shift him away from the machine and press my front to his back, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder and gently kissing his neck.
I whisper, “Are you okay?”
Ryan laughs, breathless. “Are you kidding me? I'm fucking floating.”
I chuckle. “Let's get you on the bed.”
I help Ryan to the bed, and he collapses, starfishing on the sheets. I laugh and say, “I'm going to go grab us some water and text Tyler. See if he can hang out another day.”
Ryan nods. “Tell Little Man I'm sorry.”
“None of that. He'll still look up to you.”
Ryan huffs. “Maybe.”
“Stop.” I soften my voice. “Don't get me wrong though, he's going to give us a rash of shit until the end of time, but he's not going to think any less of either of us.”
Ryan just hums. I gather up the blanket from the floor and detach the dildo to go wash in the bathroom. “I'll be back.”
“Bring my phone back with you, please,” Ryan says.
I sigh. “Yeah. But I'm going to monitor what you look at, deal?”
“Deal. Just hurry back.”