Page 109 of Don't Say You're Sorry

“Now?” He eyes me. He doesn’t mind sharing, but he doesn’t want me to move.

“Feed it to me,” I say.

Stepping closer, he takes a sip. He leans over me, spitting the cool liquid into my mouth. I swallow, never taking my eyes off him. A drop slips down my jaw, and I moan when he licks it up, pushing his tongue past my lips.

He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him, grabbing the back of his neck and deepening the kiss.

“I thought about you doing that to me all night.”

“Kissing you or spitting in your mouth?”

“Both.”

He chuckles. Straightening, he puts the glass on the nightstand. He undoes his belt, unzips his jeans, and takes his cock out, tapping my mouth with the tip. “Open.”

I slowly shake my head. “Wanna play a game?”

He stares at me. “What are the rules?”

“You do what I say,” I say simply. “Nothing more. Nothing less. You in?”

He raises a dark eyebrow. “Do I get a safe word?”

I smile, trying not to laugh. “No.”

“No?”

“That’s your safe word. If you don’t want to do something, just say no.”

“All right. What’s first?”

“Get the plugs.”

Another curse. He goes to my room to get mine, returning a moment later to grab his from the bottom drawer of his dresser.

“Put yours in first, then mine.”

Without having to be told, he turns, pushes his jeans down to the tops of his thighs, and leans over the nightstand, letting me watch. I keep stroking myself while he reaches back and lubes his hole with his fingers. He carefully slides the plug inside him, sucking in a quick breath.

“Is this the first time you’ve had something in your ass since before?”

“No,” he admits. “I played with this a few times while you were gone.”

“Did you think of me?”

“Always.”

Kneeling on the bed, he grabs the lube and my plug, taking just as much care as he slides it inside me.

He stands and hands me both remotes, wetting his lips as he stares at my head hanging off the bed.

“Not yet,” I say. “Take your clothes off. Keep hold of the belt.”

He looks skeptical. “You’re not gonna ask me to hit you with it, are you? That’s not my kink.”

My laugh breaks free. “Jesus. No. It’s for my neck.”

“Oh,” he breathes, his eyes darkening with heat as he strips in record time. “Now what?”