Ryan looks back over his shoulder. “You like that?”
I don't respond. I just smack his ass.
“Ooh yeah.” He pushes back into my touch. “Punish me.”
He moans when I drizzle the lube down his crack.
“Quiet,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Let me get you nice and open.”
Ryan's moan turns into a low whine as I circle his hole with my thumb, pressing gently to spread the lube. His back dimples wink at me again, and I feel a primal urge to lean down and bite them. But I resist, focusing instead on getting him ready for what's to come.
“Spence,” Ryan whispers, his voice hoarse with need. “Please.”
I hush him, pressing a kiss to his lower back. “Patience, Ry. I won't let you wait too long.”
He shivers under my touch, and I can feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy ready to spring. I slide a finger into him, and he pushes back against me, eager and hungry. I take my time, stretching him, adding more lube, feeling his body open up for me.
The machine waits, humming softly, a silent promise of what's to come. I can see the anticipation in Ryan's eyes when he looks back at me, the trust and the sheer fucking lust. It's a heady mix, and it makes me wish, once again, that I could give him more than I’m capable of.
For now, I can give him this. I position the machine's dildo at his entrance, I gently guide Ryan back, easing the head of the dildo inside his hole. He groans, deep and guttural, and I feel it in my own chest.
“Just rock back and forth a little,” I tell him, my voice rough. “Get used to it.”
Ryan starts doing as told, his hips moving in small circles, and I pepper his back with kisses, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
“Fucking hell, Spence,” he pants, “turn the thing on. I'm dying here.”
I hum against his spine, then turn and grab the remote control. I flick it on to the lowest setting, and the dildo starts easing in and out of him. I stare at it for a moment, watching it work him open, and a growl tears from my throat at the sight.
Ryan's head hangs low between his shoulders, and he's practically writhing as the machine works his hole. My cock jolts between my thighs, hard and aching.
I stand and move to the end of my bed, easing myself down onto the bench. It puts me directly in front of Ryan at the perfect height to feed him my cock.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pull his head up. His face is blissed out, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
“Go ahead,” I say, my voice gravel. “Complete the fantasy.”
Ryan wastes no time diving down on my cock, working it from base to tip with that magic mouth of his. I turn the speed up on the machine one notch, then lean back and let my head fall back on my shoulders, lost to the pleasure. Only Ryan has everbeen able to do this to me, to make me feel like I'm coming apart at the seams from just a blow job.
“Jesus, Ryan. That fucking mouth is deadly.”
I'm completely lost for a moment before Ryan pops off my dick and says, “Hey, Spence.”
I lift my head and open my eyes, giving him a look that saysthis better be good.
He grins up at me. “Look! I'm a brotisserie!”
I roll my eyes, but give him the laugh that deserves. But then, Idolook. I look at the machine fucking him from this angle, and it pulls another growl from me. I know I'm not going to last. I click the remote to increase the speed again, and Ryan groans, diving back down on my cock.
I press down on the back of his head and hold him there while I watch his ass taking the machine. He's practically impaling himself on it while he gags and splutters on my cock sitting at the back of his throat. I release him and let him come up for air.
Ryan gasps, sucking in huge breaths, and when he catches his breath, he says, “This is amazing.”
I turn the speed up again, and Ryan's eyes roll back in his head. “Oh fuck, Spence.”
I grab his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You like that?”
He nods aggressively, and I continue, “You like getting fucked while you're choking on my big dick, Ry?”
