Chapter 23 #2
I wheel my suitcase to the top of the stairs, and Thorne picks it up and carries it down. The man with the receding hairline eyes us as we move toward the front door.
“Do I need to check those bags? You’re not carrying out evidence, are you?”
Thorne rolls his eyes. “You know you can’t do that. And plus, you don’t wanna know what’s in this one.” He points to the small suitcase in his hand, and my eyes widen, my cheeks stained red.
“Let me guess, sex toys?” the man says, and I gasp. He must have some kind of X-ray vision behind those beady eyes.
“How did you know?” I ask, and the man’s lips twitch.
“Heard Logasson upstairs asking about them. I might be old and bald, but I have the hearing of a hawk.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. I guess it’s easy to forget that my boyfriend is Hard of Hearing and can’t hear his own voice very well, and I’m used to it being loud.
I grab Thorne’s hand and yank him toward the front door, not sure if I should laugh or cry. Thorne tumbles after me, and he lets out a small laugh as we walk to his car. He opens the trunk to put the suitcases inside, and I can hear the dildos rattling around.
“Don’t worry about that guy. He obviously has a sense of humor. You have to when you work scenes like this.”
“He heard all about my dildos. You were talking too loud.”
“I was talking normal. He must really have the ears of a hawk.”
“I didn’t even know hawks had ears. Don’t they just have really good eyesight?”
Thorne shrugs as he opens the passenger-side door. “Doesn’t matter. Just get in. We’ll relax in the hotel. And Leaf…” I peer up at him and see the intent behind his eyes. “I’m going to try every single dildo on you over the next four days.”
The door shuts, and I let out a groan, adjusting my hardening cock at the thought.
I may not survive the next four days.
The hotel room is lush and completely extravagant. I cannot believe Thom paid for this. I hope the investigators find some cash and I can pay him back. But that thought slips from my mind when Thorne places the suitcase of dildos on the bed and opens it.
“Go start the bath,” he says, his fingers tracing over the dicks.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I grunt, even as I shuck my clothes off and toss them this way and that. I make sure to grab the lube from my suitcase and set it on the edge of the tub while I wait for Thorne to appear.
He takes his time, because of course he does.
By the time he shows up, he’s wearing only his boxers, the anal bead dildo in one hand, the Fleshlight in the other. The bubbly water is up to my naval, and my cock sticks out of the water like a buoy.
“Oh my god,” I murmur when he crouches down next to me, just like he did in that grimy motel room. We’ve come full circle, I think.
“I put your clothes away.”
“Oh, talk dirty to me.”
His lips twitch. “And I then looked up how these work.”
“You could have just asked me.” I grab onto my dick, which has now fully emerged from the water, and Thorne sets the dildo on the edge of the tub.
“I like to be well versed in all of this before getting actively involved.”
“Mm, love a scholar,” I moan when he reaches out and squirts some lube into the Fleshlight.
“Now, get on your knees,” he orders, and I scramble to do as he asks. He chuckles as water splashes onto his chest. “Face this way. Good boy,” he rumbles, and I shudder from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
He wets his lips when I grab onto the edge of the tub, ass out of the water, my cock jutting out from my body.
He takes the Fleshlight and places it directly in front of my dick. “Perfect,” he says and then takes my cock in hand and puts the tip inside the small opening.
I groan as he urges my hips forward, my cock sliding into the sex toy. It strangles my length, the lube squelching as I slide balls-deep.
“Good boy,” he says again softly, and I turn my head to look at him. He leans forward and kisses me roughly.
I groan into it, moving to touch him, but he gently puts my hands back on the tub.
“You hold on. I don’t want you slipping. Now, don’t move.”
I moan in frustration and pleasure, my cock sleeved in the Fleshlight as he shifts his gaze to my ass. I feel the drop of lube on my crack and then the press of his finger against my hole. His fingertip swirls around my rim, entering me gently. My hips buck forward slightly, my cock aching.
But he only gives me a little, working the lube inside of me slowly. When he’s satisfied, he presses the tip of the anal bead dildo at my opening.
“You’re going to take all of them, aren’t you?” he asks as he pushes the first small bead into me.
It enters easily, and I swallow, nodding. “Yes. All of them.”
“Good. Now, no fucking that until I say so.”
“It’s gonna be hard to do that.”
“You’ll do it.” Oh fuck, his voice, his commands…
I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on breathing as Thorne works that dildo into me, one bead at a time, each one opening me up a little more than the last. I’ve used this a few times in the past, but never like this.
I know what he’s going to do, and the anticipation is almost too much.
“Halfway there,” he says softly, pushing another bead into me. He lets out a shattered breath as he watches me take each one. And when he pushes the last and largest one into me, I arch up, my entire body shaking.
“So good. You are so fucking good, Leaf. My good boy.”
I shudder and swallow, my body wanting to move, my cock aching for relief.
“Do you want to know what you’re going to do next?”
I meet his gaze, seeing his pupils blown out. “Tell me.”
“You’re going to fuck this. Hard. But you don’t get to come until I tell you to.”
A soul-deep groan rips from my chest as I nod.
His gaze meets mine, holds it, and then he nods back at me, telling me to use the toy my cock is engulfed in.
And I do. I fuck into it hard, water splashing out of the tub as I piston my hips back and forth.
And as I rock, he slowly pulls the toy out of my ass, one bead at a time.
The wave of heat that moves through me with each one has my cock almost pulsing.
I’m so fucking close.
So fucking ready to come.
“Please,” I whisper as I continue to fuck forward.
“Not yet. Halfway there.” He pauses, then leans in. “Faster, Leaf. And harder.”
“Oh god.” He’s going to kill me, but I obey, loving that he’s taking control. Loving that he’s here with me, making me forget how shitty everything in my life is.
Except him.
My movements start to fall out of rhythm, and my breathing grows labored. “I can’t, Thorne,” I whine, hoping to god he can hear me. “I c-can’t…”
“Come.” His command has my mouth opening on a shout, my cock spurting into the Fleshlight. And as I release, he pulls the beads out of me one after the other, prolonging my orgasm, making me shake so hard that my teeth rattle.
My head falls to the edge of the tub, my cock slipping from the Fleshlight, the last bead dropping out of my trembling hole.
“God, you are perfect,” he murmurs as I fall into the water, my chest heaving. He takes the Fleshlight from the edge of the tub and lowers his boxers, pulling out his cock.
I watch with hazy eyes as he places that filled Fleshlight and fucks his own dick with it. It’s obscene and filthy, and I fucking love it.
When he comes, I realize his own release is mingling with mine, and I find my cock is hard once again. Jesus. This man.
He pulls it from him and tosses it into the sink before slipping behind me in the tub, pulling me between his legs.
“Feel better?” he asks, his hands encircling my waist.
I nod, leaning my head onto his chest. “I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m glad you did some research.”
His lips hit the side of my neck, and he sucks on it gently. “Always for you. Did it help you forget?”
“Hmm? Oh yes. I’ve forgotten everything. What’s my name again?”
He chuckles and wraps his hand around my hardening cock, stroking it lazily. “I think this is a good plan for the next four days. You don’t need to know your name for any of it. I’ll make sure you remember it before we leave.”
“Okay,” I say and let my eyes slide shut, just experiencing his touch, letting him take care of me.
And dear god, he does.