Page 110 of Don't Say You're Sorry

“Put it on me.”

He wraps it around my neck and buckles it at my throat, pulling the end of the strap taut and giving it a little tug. “How does that feel?”

“Good. Hold on to it while you fuck my throat.”

I turn both plugs on, and he groans as he pushes his dick into my open mouth, slowly easing me into it before hitting the back of my throat. In this position, I can’t speak or pull back when I need to, but I’m not worried about it. I trust him to know when I need a break.

When I gag, he pulls out, stroking my cheek as he allows me to suck in some air.

“I want to suck you too,” he rasps as he slides back in. “Can I?”

I nod. He leans over me, and I grab the back of his head, rolling my hips as he sucks me into his mouth. I moan around him. We’ve done this before, but I was always the one on topback then. I like this position. All the blood is rushing to my head, and it feels amazing.

I let him suck me for a few more minutes before I pull him up by his hair. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to come down his throat.

I tap his thigh. He pulls out of my mouth, looking at me upside down and waiting for his next instruction.

I take a minute to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. Being the one calling the shots is harder than he makes it look. How am I supposed to think when he quite literally sucked the brains out of me?

He smiles as if he can read my mind. “You giving up on me, baby?”

“Never. On your back.”

He lies on the bed, and I sit, pushing his legs open and kneeling between them. I hand him the strap of the belt around my neck, and he wraps his fist around it, eager to see what I’ll do next. Never taking my eyes off him, I push his knees up, remove the plug from his ass, and lower my head, letting him see my intent. Eyes wide, he nods, using the belt to pull me closer. I spit before I lick his hole, and he gasps.

“You like it?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” he jokes. “Do it again so I can be sure.”

I lick him again, flattening my tongue before pushing the tip inside him.

“Oh fuck. Yes, I like it.”

I grin and dig my fingertips into his thighs, enjoying myself even more than I thought I would. I love making him feel good, listening to the sounds coming out of his mouth, and feeling the way his body tenses and jerks beneath me.

I grab the lube and coat my fingers with it, still worshiping him with my tongue while I slide one inside him. By the time Iget to two, he’s moaning and fucking my hand. When I get to three and he says, “Please, baby,” my dick leaks with precum.

I crawl up his body and kiss him, fumbling for the lube bottle. “Can I fuck you?”

“You better.”

I laugh and spread some lube over my dick, pulling back to look at his face while I slide inside him. His eyes roll back, and I give his cheek a little tap. “Eyes on me.”

He blinks and forces himself to focus, his grip on the belt tightening as I bottom out.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit,” he says at the same time, taking a moment to adjust.

His ass is hot and wet and gripping me tight, the plug in my ass is still vibrating, and it’s almost too much. I contemplate taking it out, but Easton shakes his head. “Leave it.”

I’m supposed to be the one in charge, but I let him have that one.

I kiss him while I roll my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth while we get used to the feel of each other. He uses the belt around my neck to hold me in place, wrapping his legs around me and digging his heels into my thighs. His nails dig into the back of my head, and I can’t tell whether it’s a demand or a plea. Probably both.

“Harder?” I ask, and he nods, never breaking the kiss.

I hold on to his thigh and fuck him hard and deep, my nails cutting into his flesh.