I groan, my body trembling with need. “Julian, please...”
“I need to edge you a bit,” he explains, his voice husky with desire. “Need to make sure you’re desperate before we try this.”
“I am desperate,” I pant, my cock throbbing painfully. “Are you blind?”
Julian laughs, the sound dark and promising. “Not nearly desperate enough, baby.”
He reaches for a bottle of lube on the nightstand and slicks his fingers. When he circles my entrance, I buck against his hand, seeking more pressure, more anything.
“Patience,” he whispers, sliding one finger inside me with agonizing slowness.
For what feels like hours, Julian brings me to the edge again and again – stroking my cock until I’m moaning and writhing, then stopping just before I tip over. My skin feels too tight, too hot, my entire body a live wire of sensation.
“Please,” I beg, not caring how I sound. “Julian, I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can,” he insists, kissing the inside of my thigh. “And you will.”
He reaches for something in the drawer beside the bed and pulls out a sleek black toy that curves wickedly at the tip. When he presses a button, it buzzes to life in his hand.
“Time to start preparing you properly,” Julian says, coating the vibrator with lube.
The first touch of the vibrating toy against my entrance makes me cry out. Julian works it in slowly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I take more of the toy. “Open up for me.”
The vibrations intensify as he adjusts the settings, and I grip the sheets, my back arching off the bed.
“God, Julian—” My words dissolve into incoherent moans as he begins thrusting the toy in and out, angling it to brush me in the right place with every movement.
Julian works the vibrator in and out of me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. Every time I get close to coming, he pulls back, denying me release with a knowing smirk.
“Julian, please,” I whimper, my cock harder than it’s ever been in my life. It’s almost purple with need, leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. The ache is unbearable, a sweet torture that has me trembling.
“Not yet,” Julian commands, twisting the vibrator to hit my prostate directly. “I need you desperate.”
I throw my head back, a strangled cry escaping my throat. “I am desperate!”
Julian slowly withdraws the vibrator, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. He reaches for something beside the bed—a leather harness that he begins fastening around his hips and thighs.
“What are you—” My question dies in my throat as I watch him attach a medium-sized dildo above his own impressive erection. The sight should be intimidating, but instead, it sends another surge of arousal through me.
I groan, a mixture of apprehension and desperate need flooding me. God help me, I want both inside me. I need to be filled, stretched beyond what I thought possible.
Julian climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire. “So open for me. So hungry.”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond shame now.
He leans forward, his face inches from mine. “Tell me what you want, Elliot.”
“I want you. And the dildo inside me.”
Julian’s smile is predatory as he sits back on his heels. “Are you hungry for cock, baby? Hungry enough to take two at once?”
I nod frantically, beyond words.
“Say it,” he demands, dragging his leaking cockhead over my gaping entrance in torturous circles. The sensation makes me buck my hips, trying desperately to impale myself on him.
“I’m hungry for it,” I gasp. “Please, Julian. I need your cocks inside me.”
