“Fucking hell, Win,” I breathe, pinching the base and wiggling it. He arches with a whine. “How long has this been in?”
“An hour.”
My eyes bug. “You’ve had this in for a whole fucking hour and didn’t tell me?”
He rocks against me. “Please, Rem,” he whines. “Please make me come, I need to so bad.”
This. Man. Will. Be. The. Death. Of. Me.
“You beg so pretty,” I groan, tugging on the plug. “Relax for me.”
He does, allowing me to pull it out and toss it on the floor. He makes a desperate sound; I swallow it with a kiss, licking into his mouth as I line up to his hole. I’ve barely notched in when he shifts back—
And sinks to the base.
We groan in unison.
His eyes roll to the back of his skull. “Yes.”
“Fuck yourself on me, baby,” I urge, my fingertips gripping his ass hard enough to bruise. His forehead falls to mine as he rises until only my tip remains inside.
Then slams down.
A moan punches out of me. “Holyshit. Do that again— Oh—fuck!”
He picks up the pace, the slap of his ass on my thighs and panted moans creating a filthy symphony. On every drop, I thrust up, pounding his prostate over and over while his cock spurts precum all over my shirt.
“I’m so close, so close,” he whimpers.
I wedge a hand between us to grip his cock, thumbing the piercing under his crown. He sucks in a choked breath.
“Get there, baby,” I pant, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Paint me in cum.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, bouncing faster on my dick. I feel his ass constrict around my throbbing length at the same time the first rope of cum explodes from his dick, hitting my shirt and chin. I’m helpless against the tidal wave of my own orgasm. It drags on for an eternity as his spasming ass milks me dry.
Panting, he collapses against me.
My arms wrap around him loosely like gelatinous noodles.
“Told you it’d only take fifteen."
Even as I roll my eyes, I laugh. “That was round one.”
He chuckles.
My phone vibrates on the desk with an incoming call. Before I can ignore, it, Win reaches over to answer.
Andrea's voice blares into the room. “Remy, oh my fucking god, you would not believe who I just saw. We need to go to Lolita’s. STAT."
A devious grin forms on my boyfriend’s lips. I shake my head but it’s too late.
“Sorry, Remy might need about thirty minutes before he's decent.”
My best friend makes a gagging sound. “Winifred, please for the love of this shitty planet we call Earth, tell me you two aren’t fucking right now.”
He scowls at Andrea’s latest nickname for him. I snicker.
“I mean… we’re still—”
