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Noah eyes the object in my hand. “And what’s that decoration for?”

I lift up the object, an obsidian crystal that’s about four inches long. It looks like a unique decoration, and it can be used as one, but that’s not its purpose. It’s got three bulbs, smaller at the top and bigger at the bottom, connected to a short, thinner stem and ending in a flat base that’s there to make sure it doesn’t get lost anywhere intimate.

I know for a fact there’s one in every bungalow, including Quinn and Noah’s. Some guests know what they are and use them, but others think what Noah and Quinn obviously do—that it’s just an interesting-looking crystal for a mantel or table.

“This”—I take the lube and squirt it over the cool stone, jacking it up and down like I would a cock before taking a step toward Noah—“is for you.”

“M–me?” He trips over the word.

“Hmm,” I confirm. “Strip, and give me your ass, baby.”

“You’re serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Do it, Noah,” Quinn chimes in. “I want to see you take it.”

He swallows but does as he’s told. He strips off his shirt first and then his shorts, cock springing free. He’s turned on all right, just like I knew he would be.

“All fours on the bed. Show that needy asshole to me. I want to see how much of a slut you are, that you’ll take anything I give you.”

Noah blushes and hesitates, but we’ve already established he gets off on this. He let me spank him in front of his wife then eagerly used his mouth to suck me off last night.

But I get his hesitation, and I understand why he’s kept this part of himself hidden from Quinn for so long. He’s a perfectionist, a classic type A man. He wants the world to see him as a strong, capable leader who never fails, who’s always in control. That image is everything to him.

In the bedroom, he craves the exact opposite. He wants to surrender, gets off on the humiliation and lack of control, because it’s the only place safe enough to finally stop performing, stop winning, and just let go. The tighter he clings to perfection everywhere else, the more intoxicating it must feel to deliberately submit here.

I can also understand why his sexual performance with Quinn prior to this was lacking—the pressure was too much for him, even if he didn’t see it before.

“Be my good boy, and get into position,” I urge, holding up the crystal. “Unless you don’t want my plug?”

Instead of answering with his words, Noah gets on all fours and presents his tight ass to me. The desire to fist my cock at the sight of his submission is strong. I flick my eyes over to check in with Quinn briefly, but she’s not looking at me. Her eyes are on Noah, devouring him.

Ideas of her wearing a strap-on and pegging him while I take his mouth form in my mind, but I don’t know if they’re ready for something like that yet. Though if this continues…

I shake that thought away and get into position by Noah on the bed. Placing some lube on his puckered hole, I use the tip of the crystal to tease the tight ring of muscle.

A moment later, I try to press it in, but he pushes back. “Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

He exhales, and along with the breath, his muscles ease. The rounded tip slips in, his ass sucking in the smallest bulb. His immediate groan of pleasure is reassurance that this was the right move, and I stroke his backside. “Such a good little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Beck. So good.”

I gently pulse it in and out, my cock aching as I watch his asshole stretch and release around the crystal. When it moves easily, I slide more of it in until the second and slightly larger bulb slips in.

“Please, more.” He whimpers.

I chuckle, working the first two bulbs in and out until I know he’s ready for the last one. But I don’t give it to him yet.

“I forgot how hungry your ass is to be filled. Such a needy whore.”

“Fuck!” Noah cries when I give him half of the third bulb but not all of it. I pull the plug all the way out then push it back in to the same spot, toying with him.

“How long has it been since someone fucked this pretty hole?” I ask.

“Ten years,” he half moans, half groans.

Surprise fills me, and I add more lube to the crystal. “Nothing at all?”