Page 53 of Don't Puck Up
Her breath caught and she shivered. “Can I use the butt plug too?” Kam asked, looking at him through lowered lids. Her nipples were hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly as desire started to overwhelm her.
“Mmm, absolutely,” V answered, his voice a purr.
My cock throbbed at the thought of watching her come apart while stuffed full of that thick dildo.
“It’s in there.” Kam gestured to the top drawer of her nightstand and laid back, pressing her feet onto the mattress, heels against her ass.
V pulled the drawer open and retrieved it and the lube. He shrugged out of his trench coat, tossing it on the floor, unbuckled his boots, and kicked out of them and his black socks. I looked him up and down and moaned, desperate to taste those miles of smooth, untouched skin.
I watched Kam do it the night he’d broken in, kissing and licking every inch of him until he came apart in her arms, crying out and emptying himself down her throat. I wanted the same—I was aching to touch and taste him too.
Watching in rapt fascination, I ground my hips against the mattress, the friction making my eyes roll back in my head.
Kam’s breath caught as he pressed his lubed-up fingers against her hole, stretching it slowly. Within moments, he had two fingers buried inside her, and she was begging him for more.
“Anything for you, sweet thing,” he promised and eased the plug inside her.
He thrust it gently forward and back until Kamirah was holding her knees to her chest and bucking her hips, desperate for him to drive it into her. I could see her pussy clenching, her whole body keying up for release.
When V finally thrust it forward, burying the dildo inside her, she screamed, shattering from his skilled touch.
“I’m a lucky son of a bitch,” he murmured. “Two perfect playthings. So responsive.” He circled her clit with his thumb, and she cried out again. “You wanted to watch me with Chris again. Do you still want that?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good girl. Show your sexy husband and me how you make yourself come while you watch me fuck him.”
V set the plug to vibrate, turned on the wand, and pressed it to her clit. Kam cried out and breathed through the initial onslaught. But eventually she took it from V, pressing the wand harder against the bundle of sensitive nerves at the apex of her thighs.
V unbuttoned his jeans and stripped off until he was naked except for his mask.
I licked my lips. It was the first time I would have the luxury of skin on skin with him, and fuck me, I’d never wanted anything more, short of taking my wife bare for the first time. V straddled my knees and ran slippery fingers down my crease to find my hole. I canted my hips, and he slid his finger inside me, my hole taking him easily. I tightened around his finger, desperately trying to hold him there. It was nowhere near enough. I wanted all of him.
“More, please,” I begged, and V added a second, then a third finger, tagging my prostate with every slow pass. He was moving torturously slow, amping up the desire and need until I was about to combust. Theschlep, schlep, schlepfrom his hand on his dick and his fingers in my ass was obscene.
The steady hum from Kam’s vibrator and her breathy moans were a symphony of illicit ecstasy in the making. The moans and groans coming from me, the grunts and choked-out cries, ached with need and desire. My cock was hard enough to hammer nails, and my balls were drawn up tight to my body, ready to unload.
“You ready for me, Chris?” V murmured, leaning forward so his chest was pressed against my back and his face was mere inches from mine.
“Yes, fuck yes. Need you inside me, owning me.”
“Mmm, you know your place, my beautiful boy. You’re mine. I own this sexy body, don’t I?”
He slipped his fingers out, and I couldn’t help the sob that ripped from my throat as emptiness welled up in me. He’d given me something that I’d never imagined possible. He filled a place inside me that had been empty—and even though I fucking loved having his dick in my hole, that wasn’t what it was.
He’d helped me break down a barrier I’d erected years—decades—earlier. The homophobia that I’d been fed and internalized from such a young age had done a number on me. I hadn’t been able to accept myself, or what I wanted, before. But V’s demands, his playfulness, loyalty, encouragement, and that uncanny ability to push me outside my comfort zone and give me something mind-blowing had helped strip away everything. It had become as easy as choosing what felt good.
I’d learned that I was a big ol’ bottom. I wanted a big, strong man to manhandle me, bend me over, and fuck me like his toy.
That wasn’t quite right.
I wanted V to do all those things.
I wanted my hole to ache from him using it whenever he so desired. I wanted to feel cherished and petite in his arms—ironic considering I wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination—but most of all, I needed to feel safe. V did all that without ever judging me or making me feel like less of a man. His support had given me the grace and strength to accept myself.
The smack that landed on my ass had me gasping for air, tingles running through my body, igniting every nerve ending and settling in my balls, leaving me on the edge of coming.
“Out of your head, Chris.”