Page 103 of Free Fall
“You smell like onions, more like,” I say, my West Virginia accent more pronounced after my nap, and he grins to hear it. “Which I sometimes like, but today I want to be the one to make you sweat.”
“Mm, that won’t be a problem. You’ve already got me hard.” He takes hold of my free hand and presses it to his crotch, and I squeeze his thickening rod. “Let’s sixty-nine,” he says. “I know you want my mouth on your dick.”
“Dan,” I say in my most strict voice, but it’s pretty laughable even to me, so we both giggle. “Go shower.”
He rolls his eyes, but lets go of my hand and starts off down the hall.
“Oh!” I call.
He stops and turns back to me.
“If you can, go ahead and put the ball stretcher thing on?”
He nods. “No problem.”
When he comes back from showering a few minutes later, he’s got on a fresh pair of loose pants and a t-shirt, and I can tell by the way he’s walking that his balls are bound up in that contraption he’d once thought would be fun to put on me. I can’t really blame him for thinking that because I think it’s going to be really fun on him.
“Let’s eat light,” he reminds me as we sit down at the table. “Lots of ass play is happening tonight.”
“Mm-hm,” I agree, and pick at my food. Italian Stallion makes for great leftovers the next day, so I’m not worried about it going to waste. “Show me,” I demand after a few silentmoments of us trying to act like we want to eat and not fuck. “I want to see.”
He stands up and pushes his pants down so that the elastic waistband is mid-thigh, and I study the contraption on his junk. His balls are pulled down and away from the base of his dick by a thick black band of something rubbery, and they look strained but not painfully so. “That’ll keep you from coming?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I mean, I can still come, but it’s not as easy. This holds my balls down and away, so I’ll have to work harder for it, and it’ll be…” Here his mouth twists into a savage smirk “…explosive. Like each pump is almost painful, but also fucking amazing.”
So, he’s played with this on himself before. Or maybe with other people. I don’t entirely like that, but I also don’t care that much either. He and I are so good together I know what we do eclipses all other men for him. I see it every time he comes. His eyes go wide with awe, his face slack, and afterward I get to hear him sayI love fucking you so much. Some might not think that’s all that romantic a declaration, but I hear it for what it is—I can’t do without you now.
And I feel the same way.
“Sit down,” I order breathlessly, and I’m pleased when he does.
We fall quiet, both of us obviously thinking a lot more about our crotches than our dinner, until I push my plate aside and say, “Let’s put it away for tomorrow.”
“Finally,” he says. “About time. My dick is ready to find out what your big plan is for the night.”
“It’s…” I feel my cheeks heat up, and Dan startles as a cat gallops past and into the bedroom. “It’s a little slutty.”
“Perfect,” he declares. “Where’s this slutty toy?”
“Let me…let me get it.” My heart pounds. I’ve never been with anyone I could be this open with about my fantasies andwants. I’ve had lots of sex with lots of guys, some of it good and some of it bad, but none of it as intimate as what I’ve had with Dan pretty much from day one.
The toy is in the bedroom, and I have to dislodge Romeo from where he’s batting at the rope handles on the paper bag and rolling around beside it. I bring the bag back to the kitchen where Dan’s already put our food into the refrigerator for later and is standing with a raging hard-on pushing out the front of his pants. Mine isn’t much more subtle.
I hand the bag to him, tongue-tied and hungry for this.
He opens the bag and lifts out the contents. The toy is in a black box that obscures what it is at first glance. Cocking his head, he tosses the lid on the kitchen table. The room is quiet now as he looks at the contraption inside. Not even a cat goes skidding past. No yowls or purrs.
“Mm, this looks hot,” Dan says after several agonizing heartbeats pass. “Tell me what it’s for, baby.”
I step closer, and he reels me in, sliding an arm around me and then down over my hip and into my pants to take hold of my cock. I groan as he squeezes it and humps his own against my other thigh.
I hold the toy up, but then he takes it back from me.
“Ah. I think I see. This slides over my dick like this,” he says, demonstrating how the cock sleeve works on his fingers. “And these”—he rubs his fingers over the gummy, ridged nubs that stick up from the exterior of the sleeve—“work your prostate extra hard as I thrust.”
I feel my knees go weak, and I lean harder against him, which he takes as a signal to keep rubbing his cock on my leg. “Yeah. The sales guy told me it…” God, I feel so dizzy and breathless. “He says it makes him lose his mind. But, on the other hand, his co-worker saidhisboyfriend doesn’t like it because it’s toointense. I…” My voice hitches. “I think I can handle it. I think I’ll really like it.”
My mouth is dry with lust as I consider the sleeve. I really hope Dan’s on board for this. I’ve been half-hard ever since I first spotted it displayed on a dildo on a shelf at the back of the store.