Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
CALEB
Jesse led me into the bathroom and nodded toward the supplies on the shelf in the shower. “Come find me when you’re finished.”
One of his favorite orders. But it was on my favorites list, too, so I could hardly complain.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he turned toward the door.
He swung back with eyes already turning gold. “Don’t make me wait.”
I found him in the bedroom twenty minutes later, his back to me as he fussed with something on a low dresser. His hair was damp, and he wore nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants. The curtains were open, and afternoon sunlight sparkled over everything.
A huge mirror was propped against the wall next to the bed. The frame was as thick as my waist, with carvings of grapes and vines. It was probably five hundred years old and worth more than my unfinished college degree.
I hesitated in the middle of the bright room, one hand hovering near my semi-erect dick. “Hey.”
Jesus Christ.
Jesse turned, and appreciation gleamed in his eyes as he slow-walked them down my body. My semi went full 18-wheeler, and he laughed softly.
“Come here.”
I went, and he pulled me against him and palmed my ass. Our dicks met, my erection jerking like a doctor had whacked it with one of those little hammers.
“Hey, yourself,” Jesse said, smiling against my lips. He squeezed and kneaded my ass with both hands as he kissed down my jaw to my throat.
“What’s the mirror for?” I asked, eyeing it over his shoulder. His fingers grazed my hole, and I sucked in a breath. “Never mind. I’ve seen this movie before.”
His chuckle vibrated against my neck. Then he pulled back and tipped up my chin. “Such a smart mouth on you.” He still gripped my ass with his free hand, and he squeezed until I grunted. “Open it.”
“My—? My mouth, or—?” Because his hand was on my ass, and—
“Your mouth, Caleb.” He used his “teacher” voice, equal parts disappointed and patient. I’d heard it a thousand times from other teachers. But none of them had ever made me want to drop to my knees and blow them.
I popped open like a baby bird.
And waited for him to kiss me.
He kept one hand on my ass and gripped my throat with the other. “I like this mouth, though. What comes out of it. What goes into it. What it looks like when it’s swallowing my cock.”
I hung there, looking fucking ridiculous with my jaws wide and empty. My heart battered my ribs, and my cock turned to lead between my legs.
Jesse leaned in, stopping just short of my lips. “I told you once that you could eat my ass if you asked nicely.” He dropped his nose to my throat. “Do you remember? Answer me.”
“Yes.” I cleared my throat, tendons moving under his fingers. “I remember.”
“Ask me nicely.”
My dick was instantly on board. As in, I could have hammered nails with it. But I’d just seen Jesse on his knees and fighting to stay there. Now he wanted to go from that to something we’d never done? Something vulnerable when he was never vulnerable in bed?
Maybe this was a bad idea.
He pulled back and smiled. “You’ve got some complicated thoughts going on behind those pretty eyes.” In one of his blurry moves, he released my throat and gripped my cock. “Your job is to do what you’re told, not second-guess me. Is that clear?”
My brain melted into my dick. Goddamnit, he was a fucking incubus. Or maybe I was just a slut. “Yes, sir. I’d like to eat your ass, sir. Please.”
He tipped his head toward the dresser. I looked.
And my throat went dry.
The bottle of lube was no big deal. We went through enough to justify a Costco membership.
No, it was the second item that made all the spit in my mouth evaporate.
A plug—and not a starter plug—with a curved dog tail attached. The whole thing was black silicone, the tail tapering to a soft point. If I wore that thing…
I couldn’t wear that thing.
Jesse rested a hand in the small of my back. “How do you feel about this? You can safeword out if you don’t like it.”
I stared at the plug. “Well, my dick is into it. I guess that’s a good sign.”
He turned me into him and stroked a fingertip over the bridge of my nose. “Get on the bed and show me my hole.”
Oh, Jesus.
I made it without stumbling, which deserved a medal. Jesse had turned down the comforter—such a gentleman—and the sheets were cool on my skin as I lowered my chest to the mattress and lifted my ass.
“Wider,” he said from the dresser. “You’ve never taken anything this big.”
I moved my knees apart, face burning. The mirror was angled perfectly because of course it was, and it showed me in slutty profile, my dick at six-fucking-thirty.
“Look at you,” Jesse murmured. In the mirror, he drifted to the bed with the lube in one hand and the tail in the other.
He’d pregamed the plug while I got situated, and it glistened like a strobe light as he walked through the sunbeams. Fuck, it looked even bigger all shiny like that.
Like a heat-seeking missile jonesing for my asshole.
Jesse smoothed a damp hand up my calf. “I want to hear you.” He flicked open the lube bottle and drizzled a stream down my crack. His finger followed, dipping over my hole. “Every sound.”
He breached me, and I gasped, my ass lifting on its own. “I don’t…ah, shit…think that’ll be a problem.”
“Stay just like that.”
I gripped the sheets. I had a feeling I was going to need to hang onto something.
“Manners,” Jesse prompted with a light swat to my balls. “When I speak to you, I expect a response.”
Pain spiked in my guts. “Fuck! Yes, sir.”
He worked me open, twisting and stroking one, two, three fingers into me while I watched in the mirror.
And he got his wish, every wicked graze of my prostate making me whimper and cry out.
My face in the mirror turned pink, then red.
I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn’t have to see myself whining and pumping my ass up, but Jesse wasn’t having it.
His wet palm cracked against my nuts, sending nausea twisting through me.
“Pay attention, puppy. You’ll miss the fun part.”
“Fuck,” I panted, breathing through the waves of discomfort. “When’s the fun part?”
He smirked at me in the mirror.
“Forget I said that,” I muttered.
He smeared more lube on the plug, then squirted close to half the bottle between my cheeks. Before I could bitch, he pressed the tip to my rim and pushed.
Okay, yeah, it was big.
“Breathe,” Jesse said, rubbing my ass. “Push out. Good boy. More. You can take it.”
I bore down. Pushed back. Squirmed and grunted and watched the plug sink between my cheeks.
Watched Jesse’s glistening fingers pushing it deeper while he rubbed my ass with his other hand.
He advanced and retreated, giving me time to adjust before he gained new ground.
His glowing eyes returned to my face again and again, and he murmured encouragement, telling me I was brave and good.
He reached between my legs and stroked my dick.
Lust sheared me in half—a whole goddamn lightning bolt splitting me like a tree. Which was apt since the plug was doing the same thing.
“That’s it,” Jesse coaxed. “Almost there.”
The widest part of the plug stretched my walls, my rim, my everything. Fire blossomed, and my safeword perched on my tongue. I couldn’t do it. My body was going to reject the plug like a bad organ transplant.
But Jesse kept stroking my cock, kept murmuring praise, and then suddenly my body surrendered. The plug slid home, and my ass clenched around the narrow neck.
“Holy shit.” I collapsed forward, forehead against the mattress, panting like I’d run a marathon. My ass throbbed around the plug. The motherfucker sat right on my prostate, just squatting there. Christ, this was going to suck.
“Oh, puppy,” Jesse said, voice low and satisfied. “Look at yourself.”
I lifted my head and almost lost my shit. The tail curled above my ass, black and glossy and so fucking degrading I wanted to die. Or come.
“Shit,” I whimpered.
Jesse chuckled. He ran his hand up the silicone, making it sway. The plug shifted inside me, and a hot tide of pleasure rolled down my legs. I dropped my head and moaned into the sheets.
“Beautiful.” Jesse traced a fingertip around my stretched rim. “How does it feel?”
“Like I sat on a tree,” I mumbled into my forearms.
His fingers moved down, and he cupped my sack before giving my cock a light stroke. “And this?” He gave me another pump.
“Gonna explode.”
“Not yet. Lift your head, baby. You’re not hiding from this.”
I obeyed, and he smiled at me in the mirror as he snapped his fingers and pointed at the carpet.
“Sit.”
My face went nuclear. But my traitorous dick twitched hard enough to hurt, and I shuffled off the bed on shaky legs. The plug shifted with every movement, grinding against my prostate until I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
I knelt on the carpet, the tail curving up from between my cheeks. The position made everything worse—or better. Glass half empty, glass half full. The plug seemed to sink deeper, my full weight pressing down on it. My heart pounded in my dick and balls. Precum smeared my slit.
“Jesus,” I breathed.
Jesse pushed his pajama pants down his hips and kicked them aside. His cock jutted from his dark thatch of pubic hair, the veins around his long shaft plump with arousal. He walked a slow circle around me, one hand idly stroking his dick, as he looked me over.
“Something is missing.”
I couldn’t imagine what. Well, maybe I could. My teenage porn-watching history supplied my brain with a cornucopia of options.
Jesse went to the dresser and returned with a black leather collar. He stopped in front of me, heavy dick hanging against his thigh, and showed me the metal tag. One word was stamped on the little golden disk.
HIS.
More blood rushed to my cock—a fucking whirlpool of it leaving me dizzy.
Jesse snapped the collar around my neck. “You couldn’t take your eyes off Blaine’s. I thought you might like one of your own.”