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I tapped the back of his head, and when he didn’t immediately move away—just kept grinding against me, sucking my neck into his mouth—I tangled my fingers into his hair and tugged.

“Stop. I’m gonna come,” I gasped, trying—and failing—to keep myself from rocking up into him, my body automatically chasing release.

Cally popped off me with one final loud sucking noise and pushed up into a plank position over me.

I lifted my head and glanced down to see a ribbon of pre-cum stretching between us. My cock twitched, breaking the sticky string. Cally pressed a quick kiss to my nipple. Then a not-so-quick one, and another, until he was basically making out with my tit.

“Stop it” I laughed, pushing his face away and scooting out from under him to splay myself over his back, dragging my tongue up the knobs of his spine.

“How do you want me?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“I have to take the plug out,” he reminded me, reaching back to tap my flank—a silent request for me to move off him.

“Oh, right.” Somehow, I’d forgotten all about that.

I rolled toward the edge of the bed. “Can I see it?” I asked, feeling desperately curious to see it buried in him.

“Here. Lemme just—” Cally dug his toes into the mattress and dragged his knees forward, raising his hips high into the air, his chest and face staying pressed against the duvet as he pulled his cheeks apart to reveal a round black base tucked up tight against his hole.

“Holy fuck.”

If hearing him say he had a plug in was hot, seeing it was scorching. I gripped my dick, squeezing tight at the base, when it threatened to erupt.

“How long can you wear one of these?” I asked, running the pad of my finger in a soft circle over the base.

I didn’t know anything about plugs or the guidelines around wearing them, but I couldn’t imagine it was a good idea to wear one for too long. Based on when Cally had shown up at the bar, he was going on about two and a half hours.

“A few hours, tops,” he answered, groaning loudly when I pressed against it. “I had to take a break at the bar, otherwise I’d be too close to maxing out my limit.”

“Wait. You took it out at the bar?”

“Yes,” he said, with another shuddering breath. “Locked myself in the bathroom for about twenty minutes. Dawes thinks I had the shits; told him to avoid the papaya at breakfast tomorrow.”

I burst out laughing. “You didn’t.”

“I did.” He breathed out with another, long and slow exhale. “You see what you needed to see back there, ‘cuz I’d really like to get this thing out of me now.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Of course. You want to take it out, or should I?”

“I got it.” He let go of his cheeks, his legs sliding behind him to collapse his front flat against the bed before rolling onto his back and swinging his legs over the side in one fluid motion.

“Where are you going?”

“To take it out?” Cally tipped his head in the direction of the bathroom.

“I can’t watch?”

“You really want to watch me pull a plug out of my ass?”

“I really want to watch,” I said, scrambling off the bed to join him.

He shrugged, like it was no big deal to him either way. Maybe it was his education or just the way his mind worked, but to him, bodies were bodies and there really wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.

“Come on then.”

In the bathroom, Cally didn’t bother trying to look sexy or make a big old production out of it. He simply stepped to the edge of the sink, braced a hand against the counter, and clasped the flared base. He exhaled slowly, and there was a subtle suction sound as the plug left his body. He turned on the faucet, holding the plug under the stream before rubbing it down with a squirt of hand soap.

“I’ll do a full sanitize with special soap after,” he explained, rinsing it off and placing it on a hand towel to dry. Then he washed and dried his hands, and turned to leave, brushing past me with a quick kiss.