Chapter 28
ASH
I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I finally said out loud how much I despise what my mother did to me or the fact that Jace wants me to own him that has me flying so high right now.
Another shower isn’t exactly needed, but I also wasn’t thinking about sex earlier, so I hop back under the spray to do some quick prep and cleaning in anticipation of playing with my toy.
“Owner, do you want your toy to be clothed or naked when you come out?” Jace calls through the door, and I pause to consider the question. Last time, he was naked. But dressing and undressing the doll is a big part of the play that I enjoy. Toys are not just for sexy times, after all.
I almost call out for him to stay dressed for me when I remember that Gerry will be coming home sooner rather than later. Tonight is not for wasting time. We can revisit more of the aspects of doll play when Gerry starts having sleepovers with his new friends from school.
“My toys don’t come with clothes until I dress them myself!” I call out with two lubed fingers up my ass under the spray.
Since I’m not planning on having him eat my ass tonight, I grabbed the silicone lube on my way into the bathroom.
After I’m comfortable with three fingers, I wash my hands off in the spray before I rush through drying off and brushing my teeth.
Just because he’s a toy doesn’t mean he needs to be subjected to coffee breath.
When I enter the bedroom, Jace is gloriously naked in the middle of my California king, staring straight up at the ceiling with his lips barely parted and his already slicked up cock straining to lift from his stomach.
It makes a valiant effort, but with its size, completely vertical is pretty much impossible with the man on his back.
A glint of silver catches in the lamplight and my own dick fills up completely at the realization that Jace also made himself a cock ring. The clasp on it is simple enough for me to remove quickly if I need or want to, but it’s also secure to where he won’t be able to come or go soft for a while.
We might have laughed about poor unfortunate guys who had to have the fire department or emergency room cut off cock rings – more than a few times.
Laughter is not the sound that comes from me at the sight. The groan that comes out of me would do a porn star proud.
“Fuck, Jace. Next time, we are setting up a sleepover for the kid,” I grit out as I lower myself onto him until I bottom out. “A couple of hours is not enough time to play properly with my toy.”
To his credit, he doesn’t move or smile.
The only change is the mirth in his eyes.
I lean forward to give him a kiss as a reward and shiver as the motion shifts him ever so slightly inside of me.
While I hate that tonight can’t be drawn out like we would both enjoy immeasurably, the text notification that pops up on Jace’s phone screen tells me our hours just got shortened to thirty minutes for ice cream.
Jackson:
Sorry BB. No kid appropriate showings this late. Stopping by TF on the way back. Txt if u want somethin
Stretching across the bed, I snatch the phone and use Jace’s thumb to unlock the screen.
Is it weird to be proud of him for still being a toy despite the fact that we haven’t had the boundaries for playtime discussions yet?
The look in his eyes tells me he is okay with me being in his phone.
I guess he really meant it when he said he wants me to own all of him.
Somehow, I will manage to live up to his expectations.
Me:
hot fudge sundae with extra caramel sauce and twisty double cup with rainbow jimmies
oh and txt when ur leaving TF. No exception
I laugh at the thumbs up emoji followed by the eggplant and water droplets before placing the phone on the bed next to my toy. Time to see how much fun I can have in the time it takes for two brats to get ice cream.
The answer to that question is both a lot and not enough.
I managed to stave off my own orgasm twice before the text comes through telling me they are on the way home.
Considering we have, at most, fifteen minutes before an eight-year-old and a grown man who acts mentally younger than that would be descending upon us, I lift off Jace enough to unclip the cock ring.
For the next ten minutes, I am determined to get him off first. Shit, I probably just bruised my ass.
Another text vibrates the device on the bed while I am enjoying the feeling of my toy’s cum pulsing into my body, and I swear to God I will shoot Jackson if he’s telling me he’s already here. My toy got off, but I haven’t yet. I had plans for that, and…
Jackson:
accident on 51. Had to detour. Eta 10 min
Fuck, yeah. I can do what I wanted to.
As soon as I feel Jace relax beneath me, I pull off him only to roughly pry his jaw open and shove my dick down his throat.
I’m nowhere near as big as he is, but what I lack in overly masculine features, my body decided to make up to me in this department.
Technically my size is considered average, but I’m at the top of the range…
at least enough to make men choke on it.
My wonderful toy lets me fuck his face for almost a full five minutes, barely gagging at all. I have such a good, good toy.
Racing against the clock, I shove myself as far down Jace’s throat as possible, pushing his nose into my flesh where my pubic hair would have been had I not had it all lasered off years ago.
Knowing I cut off his air completely gives me a bit of a rush, and I feel a bit guilty for not discussing my love of light breath play, but I also know the club’s nonverbal safewords just as he does.
The twitching of his body beneath me as he fights between the instinct to get air and his wanting to remain still for me is enough to push me that last inch over the edge.
My body collapses forward as my orgasm pours down his throat, finally giving him enough room to greedily suck air in through his nostrils.
Gently, he pulls me off and to the side when my body is spent. I’m not even mad that my toy is moving without my permission. Instead, I smile at him with a dopey grin as he leans down to kiss me.
The sound of car doors slamming from the other side of the wall tells me that we finished just in time.
“Still got room for ice cream?” I ask him while pulling on his t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants from my hamper. I am so not putting clean clothes on my absolutely filthy body right now.
“There’s always room for ice cream,” Jace replies throwing his shorts on just as the front door opens and the voices of the brats echo down the hallway. “Even if I did just fill up on a much better dessert.”
Is he talking about me or the tiramisu?