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“Yeah, I have time right now.”
He moans softly.
As Howard monologues, I lean over and kiss his jaw. I didn’t plan any of this, but it’s too perfect. Revenge for all the times I had to watch him prancing around my office in those suits, unable to touch him. I tip the phone away from my mouth. “He’s going to hear you if you don’t keep quiet,” I whisper.
Closing his eyes, he whimpers.
“Do you need something to keep your mouth busy?”
He must be suffering, because he just nods miserably, not even excited.
Gesturing to the floor with my chin, I go back to asking Howard questions as I unzip my fly and work my cock out. Jonah slides gingerly between my knees and sinks his mouth as far down the shaft as he can go, sucking hungrily, working his head with little pulls, like he really is taking comfort from it. After a minute, spit starts dripping down my cock and his hand slides down to rub against the front of his slacks.
Every time he hears me speak calmly to Howard, he gets even more frustrated, bobbing his head so vigorously he starts to gag. His muscles are twitching now, his hand fisting against his bulge, his whole body on the edge.
“One moment, Howard.”
I mute the call and drag Jonah off my cock. “You had better not come. I have plans.”
“I can’t,” he sobs. “I can’t get it off my prostate.”
“Yes, because that’s what it’s designed to do.” I stroke my hand through his hair, brush my thumb over his damp cheeks. “You got yourself into this mess, sweetheart. Or are you telling me you can’t do it?”
His eyes darken. Smiling, I unmute the call. “I’m back. Take your time; I’m not in a hurry.”
Jonah stops to think for a moment, then trails his tongue all the way from my balls to my slit as slowly as he can, feeling my muscles start to tense. He pushes my knees apart and plays, kissing and licking and sucking the head one after the other, maddeningly light touches. When he hears the slightest weakness in my voice, he starts making noises on purpose, hot little fucking sounds in his throat that go straight to my balls. He rocks forward into his hand and back onto the plug and moans.
“Howard, I—Yeah, I’ll look into that tomorrow. Thanks.”
I hang up and throw my phone across the bed. “I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word manipulative.”
“I told you, I always win.” He watches me intently, grinning, waiting to hear my plan with that beautiful fire behind his eyes.
Leaning over, I run my fingers over his bulge, hunting for the cold swell of metal. “I want to know how these feel inside me.”
His smile vanishes in an instant, eyes stunned and wary. “You…you want–thefuck? You want me to fuck…” He sucks in air, babbling. “You’re a top, right? I mean, isn’t that a thing? A gay thing? Am I being rude again?”
I pull him up onto his back on the bed, enjoying the wail of protest as his ass hits the mattress and he scrabbles at his dick, fighting not to come. Straddling his hips, I push my forehead against his, his eyes burning hot on mine. “Are you saying as a top I can’t use your cock to get myself off however the fuck I want?” I grind my bulge against his. “I was the first man to feed you my cum, the first man to swallow yours, the first man to come in your ass, and now I’ll be the first one to milk your cock into my ass. Unless that doesn’t sound hot to you.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, closing his eyes, rocking his hips into me.
“Get up. Let me undress you.” I peel him out of his suit one piece at a time, then make him watch without touching as I do the same to myself. His cock is thick and dark as he studies my body, his ass tight around the handle of the plug, a sheen of sweat all over him.
“You’re gonna fuck me with that plug in your ass and we’ll see how long you last.” Lubing up my hand again, I lean back on the bed and start working my fingers into my ass.
Jonah
This isn’t ever where I thought I would be—two guys panting and sweaty on a bed, putting stuff up their asses. No wife, no corn-fed babies. But God is it so fucking sexy, his eyes locked on mine as he breathes shallowly through his mouth and fucks his own ass open, three fingers now and me frozen in place so the damn plug doesn’t mash my prostate again and send my cum shooting across the bed. He’s the one thrusting fingers into himself but I realize I’m the one moaning, soft and thick in my throat.
And why did he have to make the plug cold? A sharp, precise sensation deep in a place that’s always warm, making it impossible to forget about for even a second.
Then he grabs the lube and kneels in front of me on the mattress, squirting it all over his palm. “You ready?” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my cock, working lube up the shaft as my precum leaks out to meet it in thick drops that cling to the titanium ring where it leaves my slit. “Ready to feel an ass around your cock?”
“It can’t be that different from a pussy, right?”
He just laughs as he nudges me to stand up beside the bed and faces the headboard, his long, muscled back and that ass offered to me, his heavy cock and balls hanging down between his thighs. I think I’m going to pass out. “The fuck do I do now?”
“I’ll help you. Just focus on yourself, don’t worry about me.”
