Page 77 of Catching Sparkles

“Mildly better,” he remarked. “It’s a fixer-upper, but you know, for someone that’s into renovation it’d be a fantastic investment.”

“What’s the asking price?” I asked, totally impulsively. It wasn’t like I had the money for it no matter how cheap it was.

When he named a figure, I was surprised by just how low it was. Miles and miles apart from the overinflated pretentious place I’d bought before, with Hailey.

“She’s not asking for much,” he tacked on. “She really doesn’t want to let it go to those rental property vultures. But paying taxes on a house she doesn’t even live in is getting to be too much for her, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” I said, frowning a bit. “My, uh… I mean, someone I know… They seem to really love this house. For some reason.”

“Well, tell ‘em to give me a call if they decide they want to buy.” He pulled out a little leather case, slipping a neatly printed business card out of it. He shook my hand, grasping it firmly before pushing the card into it. “Ryan Strahan.”

“Rhys Kensington.”

“Any relation to Josie Kensington?”

“My sister-in-law.”

“My nine-year-old daughter’s in her class,” he mused. “Small world.”

“That’s Cherryvale for you,” I agreed, then watched as a car fitting the description of what was on my Lyft app pulled up. “Oh, I think my ride’s here.”

“Have a good one,” he said, giving me a small wave. “Let me know if you’re looking to buy!”

The driver gave me a generic friendly greeting before pulling out of the parking lot to head towards Kendall’s apartment complex. I rubbed my thumb over the textured print of the thick business card before putting it in my wallet.

AT KENDALL’S DOOR, I slid the key into the lock and pushed it open, trying to ignore the persistent twitching of my cock. I knew he was waiting for me inside. I’d tried not to think about it because it felt kind of rude to sit in the backseat of a stranger’s car with a throbbing boner. But now that I was home, all bets were off.

To my surprise, he wasn’t on the couch or in the armchair he liked to work in sometimes when I was vegging out watching a game or whatever. Making my way down the hallway, I realized he was in the bedroom already. Once I was able to process his appearance, my jaw dropped.

He was stretched out face-down on the mattress, arms wrapped around a fluffy pillow with one knee pulled up toward his chest. He was asleep, his eyelashes lowered to his cheekbones and his rosy lips parted as he breathed through them. That wasn’t too surprising, I’d stayed out pretty late. What had my cock instantly jumping in my boxers and straining up toward my abs was what he’d put on before passing out.

With the position he’d fallen asleep in, his perfect peach of an ass was on full display, immaculately framed by the most insanely hot panties I’d ever seen in my life. They were like a jockstrap, only way more feminine and sexy. Silky straps circled low on his hips, but all the fabric was in the front, leaving his ass totally bare but for a tiny bow just under the small of his back. Like he was a present for me. They were white, along with the skimpy band of strapless fabric he had on his flat chest, and the silky stockings that came up to his thighs.

With his smooth, creamy skin and bright pink hair, he looked ethereal, like a fairy prince I’d stumbled upon in some enchanted forest. My heart was thrashing in my chest, arousal coursing through my veins. Imagining him getting ready for me was making me ache like always.

I took a few steps closer, leaning in just enough that I could listen to his slow, even breaths. I’d slept next to him enough times now that I knew exactly what he sounded like at various points through the night. He was in a deep sleep. I felt a little bad because he was probably tired, but it also felt like a massive waste not to wake him when he’d put on this beautiful little outfit for me. Plus, he’d promised to give me whatever I needed. Which, at the moment, was burying my rock hard cock as deep into his ass as it could go.

I opened my mouth to whisper his name and gently rouse him, but instantly froze, the word dying in my throat as a stark realization hit me. Did I really have to wake him up? We’d sort of talked about it before. Not at length, but he’d mentioned his fantasy of being woken up with sex. And he’d told me I could do anything I wanted to him too many times to count. I didn’t need to ask for anything. Technically I’d been given permission, but… Holy fuck.

I’d never done anything like this with anyone before. Would it even really work? The idea of spreading his legs and pushing inside his warm body without him even knowing was too hot to ignore. How many opportunities would I have like this in my life? And if I could actually pull it off then I knew he’d love it too.

As silently as I could, I stripped my shirt over my head and tugged my jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them and toward the bed. I picked up the half-empty bottle of clear lube we liked keeping in arm’s reach at all times from its usual spot on the nightstand. Lowering myself to the mattress, I was ultra conscious of how it dipped, carefully distributing my weight evenly on either side of him so he wouldn’t be too jostled.

My balls were throbbing, desperate to be pressed against his supple cheeks as my dick was buried to the base. Desperate to bathe his soft insides with my cum. I wished I could put my face between his legs and fuck his pretty hole with my tongue. Or at least push the lacy little bralette thing up his chest and suck on his nipples until they were swollen and soaked with my spit. But I couldn’t risk waking him up. Swallowing hard, I nudged his thighs further apart with my knee, a strangled gasp catching in my throat at the sight, just barely smothered out before it could escape and break the silence.

A lovely little round gem, clear and shiny like a diamond, was nestled in his ass, obscuring his perfect hole from my sight. A plug. He had a plug inside, stretching his tight flesh so I wouldn’t have to. He’d already be slicked up and ready to take me.

Suppressing a moan at the realization, and how the base of my cock was pulsing like I was already coming, I reached out to touch it. Holding my breath as I brushed the tips of my fingers over it, I scrutinized his face for a reaction. Nothing. My heart was beating out of my chest, but as nervous as I was, I didn’t think I could hold back any longer. My body felt like it was vibrating, like I was ready to jump out of my skin.

Tightly gripping the little gem, I carefully tugged at the plug, gently twisting to help make it a smooth glide. He clenched around it, like he didn’t want to let go. My breath shuddered out as I imagined his body gripping onto my cock instead. When I finally worked it loose, his hole was shiny with lube, perfectly pink and twitching, clamping around empty air.

Don’t worry, I thought, feeling drunker from this than any of the drinks I’d had at the bar. I won’t make you be empty for long, Sparkles. I’ll give you what you love. He’d never made it a secret how much he appreciated the size and shape of my cock and in return, I never deprived him of it.

Even just holding my dick long enough to rub lube over it and line it up with his hole was almost too much. It was engorged with blood, swollen and aching. I let out an involuntary whine as my broad cockhead caught on his rim, even though it was already stretched. I froze, my hips quivering as I stared at his face for a few moments to make sure I hadn’t woken him up. When I was sure I hadn’t, I popped past the tight ring, slowly pushing all the way inside him. His ass was perfect. Always accommodating, welcoming me inside the tight heat I’d grown to love so fucking much I found myself daydreaming about it when I wasn’t with him.

Bracing myself on either side of his body, I pulled my hips back just enough that I could rut back into him. The tight friction around my aching cock was divine, and I couldn’t hold back an exalted groan. He whimpered in response, stirring just enough that I could tell he was suspended in that dreamy realm between wake and sleep.

I wanted him to wake up knowing how huge and all-encompassing my desire was. How completely fucking feral I was for his body. He might have looked like an innocent prince in bridal lingerie, but he was my Kendall. The person who adored me, doted on me, and encouraged every fantasy I’d ever had. The one who allowed me to express every need and want, chasing away all the shame and never tainting any of it with the judgment I’d always feared.