Page 90 of Roguefinder

I hung there, looking fucking ridiculous with my jaws wide and empty. My heart battered my ribs, and my cock turned to lead between my legs.

Jesse leaned in, stopping just short of my lips. “I told you once that you could eat my ass if you asked nicely.” He dropped his nose to my throat. “Do you remember? Answer me.”

“Yes.” I cleared my throat, tendons moving under his fingers. “I remember.”

“Ask me nicely.”

My dick was instantly on board. As in, I could have hammered nails with it. But I’d just seen Jesse on his knees and fighting to stay there. Now he wanted to go from that to something we’d never done? Something vulnerable when he was never vulnerable in bed?

Maybe this was a bad idea.

He pulled back and smiled. “You’ve got some complicated thoughts going on behind those pretty eyes.” In one of his blurry moves, he released my throat and gripped my cock. “Your job is to do what you’re told, not second-guess me. Is that clear?”

My brain melted into my dick. Goddamnit, he was a fucking incubus. Or maybe I was just a slut. “Yes, sir. I’d like to eat your ass, sir. Please.”

He tipped his head toward the dresser. I looked.

And my throat went dry.

The bottle of lube was no big deal. We went through enough to justify a Costco membership.

No, it was the second item that made all the spit in my mouth evaporate.

A plug—and not a starter plug—with a curved dog tail attached. The whole thing was black silicone, the tail tapering to a soft point. If I wore that thing…

I couldn’t wear that thing.

Jesse rested a hand in the small of my back. “How do you feel about this? You can safeword out if you don’t like it.”

I stared at the plug. “Well, my dick is into it. I guess that’s a good sign.”

He turned me into him and stroked a fingertip over the bridge of my nose. “Get on the bed and show me my hole.”

Oh, Jesus.

I made it without stumbling, which deserved a medal. Jesse had turned down the comforter—such a gentleman—and the sheets were cool on my skin as I lowered my chest to the mattress and lifted my ass.

“Wider,” he said from the dresser. “You’ve never taken anything this big.”

I moved my knees apart, face burning. The mirror was angled perfectly because of course it was, and it showed me in slutty profile, my dick at six-fucking-thirty.

“Look at you,” Jesse murmured. In the mirror, he drifted to the bed with the lube in one hand and the tail in the other. He’d pregamed the plug while I got situated, and it glistened like a strobe light as he walked through the sunbeams. Fuck, it looked even bigger all shiny like that. Like a heat-seeking missile jonesing for my asshole.

Jesse smoothed a damp hand up my calf. “I want to hear you.” He flicked open the lube bottle and drizzled a stream down my crack. His finger followed, dipping over my hole. “Every sound.”

He breached me, and I gasped, my ass lifting on its own. “I don’t…ah, shit…think that’ll be a problem.”

“Stay just like that.”

I gripped the sheets. I had a feeling I was going to need to hang onto something.

“Manners,” Jesse prompted with a light swat to my balls. “When I speak to you, I expect a response.”

Pain spiked in my guts. “Fuck! Yes, sir.”

He worked me open, twisting and stroking one, two, three fingers into me while I watched in the mirror. And he got his wish, every wicked graze of my prostate making me whimper and cry out. My face in the mirror turned pink, then red. I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn’t have to see myself whining and pumping my ass up, but Jesse wasn’t having it.

His wet palm cracked against my nuts, sending nausea twisting through me.