Page 25 of Not Safe For Work

“Anything,” he moaned, rocking slightly back and forth. “Anything you want.”

“Maybe I want to watch you take care of yourself.” That mental image made me bite my lip. God, yeah. I was going to have to do that. “You ever use anything while you’re jerking off?”

“Lube.”

I thrust harder, just to throw off his concentration. “Anything else? Toys?”

“S-sometimes.” His shoulders quivered, and his back arched. “Oh my God…”

“What kind of toys?”

“I…” His head lolled forward. “T-toys. Dildos.”

My mind’s eye showed me Rick lounging in his bed, one hand on his dick and the other sliding a dildo in and out of his ass, and I was suddenly on a very fast road to coming. “That sounds hot,” I whispered. “I might want to see it.”

“Any time. Any… God…”

“You ready to come, Rick?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “So ready.”

I could tease him. Oh, and I would tease him. But tonight, I wanted to hear him and feel him and see him, so I said, “Come, Rick.”

He clenched around me, and his helpless cry echoed off the basement walls. I gripped his hips tighter and slammed into him, fucking him hard while he rocked and shuddered and moaned, and then I was coming too, gasping for breath and forcing myself as deep as he could take me.

We both stopped. I stayed inside him, hips pressed all the way against his ass, until the trembling slowed. Carefully, my hands still unsteady, I pulled out.

“Don’t move,” I breathed. “Just…just stay…like that.”

He nodded. “’Kay.”

Once I’d tossed the condom and cleaned off my hands, I straightened my clothes and returned to him in the middle of the room. I crouched beside him. “You all right?”

Rick lifted his head. His pupils were blown, and his lips pulled into a drunken grin. “You have to ask?”

I laughed. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” I helped him to his feet and gave him a moment to stand, keeping a hand on his arm in case he got dizzy. When we were both sure he was steady, I guided him out of the room. There, I gathered his clothes and shoes, and we continued up to the second floor and into my bedroom.

He damn near collapsed into my bed, and immediately, his eyelids drooped. I smiled—if he crashed this hard after sex, he was going to be liquid after he’d been into subspace. Perfect.

I stripped off my own clothes and joined him.

He was sweaty, shaky, his skin still flushed, but he was coming down. His pupils weren’t quite so dilated or distant now.

I smoothed his damp hair. “So were you serious about wanting to try hot wax?”

“Yes.” He paused. “Eventually. I mean, we’re just starting, so we—”

“Of course.” I kissed his forehead. “But when you’re ready, I’m looking forward to it.”

He slowly ran his tongue across his lips. “You’ve done it before?”

I nodded. “Enough to know what I’m doing, yes.”

“Have you had it done to you?”

“Of course. There’s nothing I’ve done to a sub that I haven’t experienced myself.”

“Really? I didn’t think you were a switch.”