Chapter Twelve #2
“I can technically do the surgery, but I don’t have the in-house equipment they have at Dr. Dolly’s.
Anesthesia monitoring is the first thing that comes to mind.
” He wiggled closer as I stared at my phone while plucking another fry from the plate resting on my thigh. “Those have got to be cold by now.”
“It’s okay. I like cold food. So on my calendar I have: get Lady spayed and begin training with a qualified person.
” I tapped my lower lip with the slice of tater, intent on my online day planner.
“If I can’t find someone to take her to, I could possibly buy some books and apply my own techniques.
There are also videos I could watch. I wonder if the Scotsman has—” His left hand fell to my thigh, the one without a plate of food on it.
Then his fingers began to creep higher and higher on the inside of my thigh.
It made concentrating on Lady’s important files for education really difficult. “What are you doing?”
He nuzzled his nose into my neck to nip my skin. My dick was instantly interested in that short, sweet nibble of teeth on tender flesh.
“I’m trying to lure you into having sex with me.” He picked his head up to look into my eyes as his hand slipped up to cup my fattening cock. “Are you lured yet?”
I rocked my hips upward just enough to let his palm press on my prick.
“I’m eyeing your lure like a big old bass at the bottom of a farm pond.
I’m not sure if I want to commit to swimming up to bite your flashy lure or if I’d be more tempted to dash up to swallow down a fat, juicy nightcrawler. Your dick would be the worm.”
He snickered. “I assumed that to be the case. Would you like me to fuck you?” He stroked my dick through my pants. “Or would you rather fuck me?”
“Both.”
“Mm, tonight or spaced out over a length of—”
“Tonight. In your bed.”
“Okay then, let’s see if my little worm can tempt you out of the weeds.
” He moved closer, capturing my mouth with a slick, hard kiss.
I grabbed his ass, squeezed hard, and licked into his mouth with a fire that raced into being completely unstoppable.
He broke free. I chased his lips. With a grunt, he stood up and offered me his hand, which I took quickly.
“Lady, stay,” I said and got a twitch of the whiskers above her right eye.
Aiden pulled me down a dimly lit hall, tugging me along until we passed a bathroom and a linen closet and banked left into a large bedroom.
It was pretty dark. The only light was a small, muted beam from an attached bath.
All I was concerned about was stripping my clothes off and tumbling into bed.
Aiden slipped his hands into my hair to lead my mouth back to his.
I eased closer, greediness taking over as I pulled at his fly.
Mouth moving over mine, he did the same.
We had to leave each other’s lips to free ourselves from our shirts.
Our pants and briefs came next. Aiden chucked his to the floor.
I padded over to the dresser to place mine folded into a pile with the jeans on the bottom, then the shirt, followed by my socks and briefs, all neat squares of material.
“You always fold things so neatly?” he asked as he slid up behind me, placing a hand between my shoulder blades and pushing me downward. My chest now lay on the dresser top, my cheek to a hardcover book with a title I couldn’t read in this low light.
“Yeah, sorry.” My cock was hard as a nail, leaking precum.
He kicked my legs apart to rub his cock along my dangling balls. A shudder ran through me. Pinned down like this, I was at his mercy and loved it.
“Don’t be sorry.” He gave my shoulder a loving little pat before his lips began a slow, sloppy slide down my back. He went to his knees. “Just be ready, honey.”
Honey. That was so sweet. I smiled to myself at the little pun and inhaled sharply when he buried his face between my ass cheeks.
Grasping the top of the dresser, I arched my back to press my ass into his face.
He sighed out, hot breath tickling my hole.
With a moan, he parted my cheeks, huffing moist air over my furl until he had me spread so wide I feared I’d snap like a wishbone.
But I didn’t. I whimpered in pure pleasure when his tongue speared my hole.
Over and over, his fingers biting into my cheeks, he lapped madly, spittle coating my balls as he feasted.
Tongue, fingers, tongue, fingers. Each an erotic treat that had me bucking and howling.
Then, without warning, he stood up. My knees buckled slightly, the caps pushing into the pull knobs on the dresser. He lay down over me, kissing along my shoulder as he poked at my ass with his cockhead.
“Yeah, yeah, do it,” I panted. But he didn’t. He sucked a mark onto my shoulder and eased back an inch or two. The cool touch of a long finger coated with lube nearly had me coming as he pushed one then two digits into me. “Oh shit. Shit. Fuck me!”
“I want you sloppy loose,” he growled, easing a third finger inside me. A sound like a tiger on the prowl bubbled out of me. “Stay there. Do not move.”
I wasn’t sure I would be able to, even if I wanted to go anywhere, but why would I?
Rasping for breath, I heard the tear of a condom packet, the blurb of more lube being released from the tube, and then the warmth of his thighs touching the back of my legs.
“I’m going to fuck you now. You want it soft or hard? ”
“Hard. Hard. Hard. Things in threes…make more impact.”
“You are something special,” he whispered as he notched his fat cockhead against my loose hole.
With a slow thrust, he popped past the resistance.
He filled me. One long push and he was buried to the hilt.
My lungs worked like a bellows as my ass adjusted to his girth.
“You okay? You need me to back off a bit so you can—”
“No! No, I love it.” I reached around with one hand to grab his little ass cheek. “Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Deep.”
“I’d love to.” And he did. He plowed me like the back forty, as Baker has said a time or two just to make Granny blush.
Which she never did. Arms thrashing, I cleared the dresser top of books and a man’s cuff link box filled with little clasps, clattering when they hit the floor.
My clothes fell off. That would normally eat at me, but I was one breath away from blowing my nut all over the front of his T-shirt drawer.
“I’m close,” I snarled as I clamped around him. “Let me fuck you.”
“Now?” he asked, breathless, his cock deep inside me. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”
He pulled out with care, giving my tender hole a loving pat with his slick cock. I spun to face him, grabbed his head, and kissed him hungrily as I shuffled us around.
“Let me turn around,” he panted, his cock now resting beside mine, slippery and hot as a branding iron. I fumbled with a condom as he writhed around like a snake.