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16 - Surrender

8:43pm

“You’re gonna let me stick this up your ass?” His eyes are wide and he’s trying to suppress a huge grin. He’s so easy.

I nod, “I never lie, well rarely. Certainly never about sex.”

He releases the smile he was holding in and runs the small bright white piece of molded plastic up the insides of my thighs. I’m ticklish there and he knows it. I will myself not to tremble as goose bumps rise all over my skin.

His eyes glaze over as he stares at the toy in his hand. He tosses the water bottle to the floor, it bounces and the sound echoes off the walls. At other times, on other days, I’d be pissed for that. But, not today.

The only way I can successfully let Justin do anything to my ass is to act put off by it. I think at this point we both know better…know the truth, but he plays along. Maybe that’s why I keep him around. Why I’ll always want to keep him around.

“Roll over,” his voice is husky and when he clears his throat my dick jumps. He runs his palm down the expanse of my back then leans over and dips his tongue in the recess just above my ass. I suck in a quick breath, he laughs against my skin. I reach back and pull at his hair, a warning.

He tugs at my hip, “Roll over, I changed my mind.” I get a little tense; I hate his indecisiveness.

“Come on, you know you want it,” he runs the toy along my left side. I turn my face and see his pink tongue dart out and wet his lower lip. He gets that look again, the holy-shit-I’m-gonna-fuck-Brian look. I roll over.

**

Brian, legs spread and willing in the middle of our bed, is the sexiest thing on the planet – don’t even try to argue with me. Hands down hottest visual one could possible be subject to.

I take the little white toy and run it down his stomach. I know my eyes glaze over; I’m licking my lips and panting. He’s watching me.

I slide my fingers over the smooth plastic surface. It’s shiny and slick, but almost imperceptibly porous, a bit like porcelain I guess. It looks more like a small sculpture than a sex toy to me; maybe that’s why I like it. It’s not big and crude like a mushy big dildo or a steel rod vibrator or…holy fuck I’m getting hard again. I honestly can’t image that I can come again before I eat a few meals and sleep for days. But, the thought of watching Brian get off as I work his prostate is getting me there.

“Justin,” his hips raise toward me, his voice jolts me from my haze.

“Yeah, yeah,” I smile and run my fingers lightly over the tip of his dick; it’s just starting to get hard again. I lean over and put it between my lips for just a minute, get the taste of him on my tongue. After today I might never get the taste of Brian out of my mouth, the thought makes me smirk.

“What?” I can feel his thighs tense as he studies my face.

I shake my head, “Nothin’.”

“Something,” he takes my wrist in his hand, brings it up to his face, kisses the sensitive skin on the inside.

“I was just thinking I’m going to taste you for days…maybe forever.” I know I’m blushing. I know he loves it.

He nods, “It was part of my master plan. I want you to get hard next week, next month, next year, when you even start to think about water or birthdays or cake or sleep or sex toys or…”

I cut him off, push my tongue into his mouth. I kiss him until I know he’ll stop talking. He owns me, has for so long, no need to point it out.

I pull away and move down his body, I push his thighs further apart. I plant a hand on the back of each leg and push them up a little, I want him to feel vulnerable and exposed.

I lay my tongue flat against the skin just behind his balls. It’s slick with sweat and smooth and tastes like something dangerous. I love the way he smells after we’ve been fucking a while, all our sex and fluids mixing and drying on his skin.

I push my tongue into him abruptly, he jumps slightly. His fingers grip chunks of my hair and he acts like he might try to pull me away, but I know better.

I rim him hard for a minute, thrust my tongue in and out to loosen him up and get him ready. I wait until he starts making noise, then I stop completely.

“Justin,” he huffs, pulls at my hair now.

I sit up and smile, reach over for the discarded object. I raise it up between us, put the tip to my lower lip and smile. I push the plastic into my mouth, roll the toy around inside getting in wet. His eyes get a little wide, it’s nearly imperceptible.

I pull the toy out, saliva strings from my lip to the tip in a long line that looks like a strand of silk from a spider’s web. I hear his breath catch as I lower it down. I press the tip to his hole and then push at his thighs. He parts his legs further, but I push more.
“I wanna see,” I instruct, but I don’t look at him. There is a fine line to walk when dealing with Brian and his ass. As much as I know he wants this, there are myriad things I could do to end our game as quickly as it began.

He puts a hand on either knee and lifts his legs. My stomach clenches and my heart beats harder but I try not to make any noticeable move. I clench my jaw.

“Look at me,” his voice is deep and quiet.

I look up, he stares at me. “Well,” he finally sighs. He’s confusing me. Maybe he’s on something? He’s too agreeable.

I push the tip of toy inside, my eyes dart down as I watch it slide further into him. I angle it and push further until it’s in most of the way. I take the handles gently and move it side to side, waiting for a reaction.

Two seconds later I get it. “Holy fuck,” every muscle in his body clenches and his eyes squeeze shut. I bite my lower lip to suppress an excited laugh while he isn’t looking.

This is going to be fun.


**

9:05pm

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