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“ S orry again — that wasn’t exactly a romantic way of making the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing official,” Ran says as he gets into bed beside me in the Knights’ spare room.

We’ve got the house to ourselves; Allyson managed to sweet-talk the charge nurse into letting her stay in Roger’s hospital room tonight.

“You’re funny.” I give him a little poke in the ribs. “I liked it. I’m just sorry about the circumstances.” When Ran makes a face, I grab my phone off the night table as a brainstorm hits me.

“Hey, I know how to make this feel official! I’m gonna delete my profiles from the hookup apps. Just so you know, I haven’t actually been on any of them since we’ve been together,” I add hurriedly. “But I hadn’t gotten around to deleting them yet.”

The tense expression that’s been on Ran’s face since he got the news about his dad eases, and he actually laughs a little. “I didn’t know you still had any profiles.”

I shrug. “I kind of forgot about them, honestly,” I admit. “And nothing will make me happier than getting rid of them.”

“How many do you have? And which apps?”

“Just two. One regular hookup app and one kink-focused one.” I tilt my phone so he can see the screen.

Ran’s eyes get a gleam to them. “Can I see? The kinky one, I mean.”

“ Oh . Um…” I hadn’t considered this possibility. My cheeks heat. “Why?”

He looks amused at my reaction. “Why not? I want to know what all you’re into. I mean, I know a lot of it. But if there’s other things you like, or that you never did but want to try, I want to know about that, too.”

I waver. “Are you sure?”

“Of course! Plus, I want to see what kind of sexy pictures you posted of yourself.”

“You’re sure ?” I ask again.

Behind his glasses, Ran narrows his eyes at me as he holds out his hand. “Let me see,” he demands. I can’t say no when he turns on that hot, dominant tone, so I hand over my phone and look over his shoulder.

He starts with the photos. I watch his face as he scrolls through the dick pics.

When he swipes to the next one, I brace myself.

His eyebrows go up as he takes in a close-up shot of my spread cheeks.

My rim is stretched to its limit around an obscenely large dildo.

“Damn,” he murmurs. His eyes flick from the screen up to mine.

“Have you used really big toys like that a lot?”

“A few times, but not with anybody else,” I admit. “It takes a while to open up enough to take something that big. Most guys would rather just use their dicks.”

Ran chuckles. “Impatient fuckers. Their loss.” He pushes his glasses up on top of his head and zooms in, holding the phone close to his face.

I bury my face in my hands with a groan. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not? I think it’s sexy.”

I peek out at him from between my fingers. “You do? Why?”

“I don’t know. It just is.” He shrugs and gives me a sort of bashful smile. “I’d love to see you take something big like that.”

A surge of arousal overrides my embarrassment. My dick twitches. “Sure, Stud. You pick the toy. Or you can start with a couple of fingers and see how far you get.”

“You mean like…” His eyes go dark with lust. “You’d want my whole fist inside of you?”

I nod. “It’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. From the way he shifts, I’m guessing his dick just got rock-hard under the covers. Mine definitely did. “That’s so damn hot.”

I’m not embarrassed anymore. “You’ll definitely like the next pic, then,” I tell him.

He swipes and immediately groans in appreciation. “Was this right after you took that toy out?”

“Yeah.” My hole is gaped open, my swollen, lube-slicked rim loose and pouting.

The image brings back the memory of the sensation.

“It was such a huge turn-on,” I say. “I remember thinking how good it would feel to do that with somebody else. And wishing I could find a guy I trusted who would use me like that.”

Ran doesn’t look up from the photo. “Go get the lube that’s in my shaving kit on the dresser and bring it over.”

Something about the way he says it — telling , not asking me —and dropping the niceties of please and thank you sends a charge through me. “I like it when you’re kind of bossy. I like doing stuff for you,” I mumble as I get up and obey him.

“I know.” Ran flashes me a mischievous smirk as he navigates to the written part of the profile.

“See, this site makes it easy,” I point at the screen. “They’ve got this long checklist where you can mark yes, no or maybe on all kinds of kinks.”

“Huh.” Ran scrolls down. His eyebrows rise again. “Watersports?”

Shit . I’d been stupidly, unrealistically hoping Ran would somehow just manage to miss that. “It’s not —I’ve never tried it,” I confess. “I think it sounds hot. But don’t worry,” I rush to reassure him. “I won’t be upset if it stays a fantasy.”

“Oh.” Did Ran just sound disappointed? I must have imagined it.

“What were you interested in trying?” My mouth drops open in shock as he continues. “Honestly, it’s come up a few times when I’ve been researching online and I —”

I interrupt him. “Researching? For what?”

Ran snorts out a laugh. “For you .” Something in my belly flutters as he continues. “I told you — I didn’t really know much about kinks. I’ve been trying to learn because you said it was important to you. And because I like it, too.”

“Would you really…” I trail off.

Ran locks eyes with me. Reaching down, he wraps a warm hand around my cock. “Yeah, I would. What’s making this big dick so hard, baby?” He starts stroking me until I make a low sound of arousal. “Tell me what kind of piss play you’d like.”

“I’d let you do it however you’d want.” It feels like a confession.

“I know you would.” He gives me a cocky grin, making my dick throb in his hand. “But what do you want?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere,” I blurt out before self-consciousness can silence me. “And make me beg for it,” I add in a whisper.

A dark heat grows in Ran’s eyes. “Yeah? You want to beg me to piss on you? Make you filthy?” he asks as he leisurely jerks me off.

“Maybe one of these days, I’ll piss all over that locked-up dick. Or right in your pretty face. You gonna beg for the privilege of licking my cock clean afterwards? Bet you’d drench your panties at the thought of getting a taste.”

“Please,” I whisper as he strokes me faster and harder. “Let me be your fuck doll — you can fill me however you want. Treat me like an object, like a toy that you just use for your pleasure.”

“How do you think I should use my toy?”

My breath is coming in quick pants and I’m leaking so much precum Ran barely needs the lube. “Oh God, Stud,” I moan. “Fucking ruin me. Piss on me, spit in my mouth —treat me like you’re just going to throw me out after you’ve wrecked me and left me filthy.”

A low growl rumbles in Ran’s chest. “Good girl. I love hearing you tell me how you need to be used and how badly you want to submit to me. Good girls get permission to come. Do you think you deserve to come tonight?”

“Oh God, please —” I beg.

“Tell me you deserve to come because you’ve been such a good girl for me.”

“I —” Something catches in my throat. “I de-deserve —” The words stick there. I want to obey him but I can’t make my mouth say it. I shake my head.

A puzzled frown flickers over Ran’s features. “Tell me you deserve to come,” he prods in a softer tone than before.

I shake my head harder. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m confused and mortified to be inexplicably unraveling like this. I don’t know why I can’t say the words Ran wants, but I just can’t . “ You tell me instead,” I beg hoarsely.

There’s a question in Ran’s eyes, but to my relief, he does what I ask. “You want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

He keeps stroking my cock with a firm grip as he brings his lips to my ear, pulling me back into the moment and my arousal.

“What do you want to hear, hmm? That your pretty lips and your warm mouth and your tight hole all make my cock so hard? Or how proud I am of you for being such a slutty little toy, such a sexy good girl for me?”

When I whimper, Ran lets go of my cock. My heart sinks, afraid he’s brought me this close just to leave me desperate, when he suddenly pulls me against him, chest to chest. Reflexively, I suck in a quick breath —and my belly.

“Stop that,” he growls in my ear.

“Stop what?”

“You know what I mean.”

My exhale shakes a little, but I obey Ran’s command and relax my abs. I feel his dick pressing against my own a moment before he grabs my hand and wraps it around both of them.

“I can’t stop thinking about how hot it looked that first night we fucked —when you were jerking the two of us together. I want to come like that tonight,” he says in a voice rough with lust. “Could you come like that?”

“Oh God, yes —I’m so close.” Ran drizzles lube over my clenched fist. I can feel my orgasm looming as I jerk both of our cocks, sliding against each other and my slicked-up hand.

When I bring my eyes up, I’m met with a stare hot enough to melt everything inside of me. “Tell me I can come — please, Stud.”

Ran moans, a sound that threatens to pull me over the edge. “Yeah, Babydoll, I want you to come. I’m so goddamn close.I want to come with you and make a complete fucking mess out of the two of us. Come for me.”

White heat explodes against the back of my eyelids.

My orgasm crashes over me a half-second before I start to feel Ran’s cock pulsing in my hand.

Focusing with an effort, I look down. Our mingled release slides between our dicks and drips down my hand.

Just like Ran wanted, it is a perfect fucking mess.

Even as my pleasure begins to ebb, seeing both of our cocks together like that makes me moan.

“Holy shit, baby,” Ran pants. “That was so hot.”

“That what you wanted to see, Stud?” With my brain still awash in endorphins, my words slur like I’d been drinking.

“Sure is, baby. I can only think of one thing that would be hotter right now,” he says, a gleam in his eye. He keeps that beautiful hazel gaze on me as I lick my hand clean for him.