About ten minutes into building it, I hear Ryan loudly whine from the living room: “Spennnnnnce.”
I laugh to myself. “Almost ready. Sit tight.”
Ten minutes later, the contraption is all put together. I turn it on for a split second, just to test it. Satisfied, I lay a blanket on the floor in front of the chest at the end of my bed, clearing the empty box and the parts wrappers from the bed. Then I strip off my shirt and drop my silk pants. I'm already rock hard just from the thought of what's about to happen.
I open the bedroom door and stalk down the hall.
When I get back to the living room, Ryan has his arms folded, clearly pouting. But then he sees me heading right for him, hard dick bobbing as I walk.
Ryan licks his lips. “Is that for me?”
I chuckle and hold my hand out, beckoning to him.
“Come.”
Ryan scrambles off the couch. “Fucking yes, sir.”
He grabs my hand and I drag him down the hall like a caveman.
“Jesus, Spence.” Ryan's voice is breathless behind me. “I'll never get tired of watching your naked ass walking.”
I huff.
“No, seriously.” Ryan keeps going. “Forget Chance and me. That ass right there is king.”
I'm barely hanging on to control. “Ryan.”
“I swear to God, I'm going to get my tongue between those cheeks one day.”
I reach the bedroom door, fling it open, and pull Ryan through it. He keeps yammering, saying, “I mean it. I'm gonna get right up in there, motorboat style—”
But his voice cuts off when he sees the scene in front of him. He snaps his head over to me. “Is that what I think it is?”
I nod. “A fuck machine? Yes, it is.”
Ryan looks between the machine and me. “What—”
“I ordered it after you told me about your fantasy.” I see the realization dawn in his eyes, and I continue, “And since it will be a cold day in hell before I share you, I thought I could at least help you experience what it feels like…getting stuffed at both ends.”
I watch the heat rising in Ryan's eyes.
“Oh.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Fuck. Yes.”
He’s naked in a flash, flinging his t-shirt and short-shorts haphazardly across the room.
My lips twitch. So eager.
“Where do you want me, Perfect?”
I gesture toward the machine. “On all fours. I'll help you get started. Just get that pretty ass in the air for me.”
Ryan scrambles and gets in position, ass facing the dildo attached to the machine that will piston in and out of his glorious hole.
Is it possible to be jealous of a machine?I think to myself.Because if it wasn't for the view I know I'm going to get on the other side of this, I'd probably set it on fire and throw it off the balcony for getting anywhere near his ass.
I drop down behind Ryan and grab the lube I set by the machine, popping the cap. In an almost Pavlovian response to the sound, he arches his back. The move makes those divots at the base of his spine look alive.
“Did you just wink your back dimples at me?” I say on a growl.
