Trust - Page 102

“Suck that dick for a bit and I’ll show you.”

Twat. I did, though. A long, drawn-out lick from the root to the tip. Nice. Warm. Not at all unpleasant, especially when he was making little noises like that and his dick was filling out nicely.

I did it again, tasting his slit. Salty. Nice. Very much him.

“Reubs,” he moaned out.

“Yeah?”

“Fucking love that.”

“Good.” I smiled and did it again, getting a little braver on every turn. Rolling my tongue around the head of his dick as he twitched. I held him firm, hands on his hips, up on my knees, moving my head around as I sucked him into my mouth, different angles producing different sounds.

Nothing like chess really. More like playing an instrument. I stroked my fingers up his chest, down his legs. Gently cupped his balls. Careful movements as his dick filled my mouth. No deepthroating here, because, well. I just did what felt right for me and him. I loved those little sounds he made as I kissed back up his stomach.

“You were saying?” I asked, a smile on my face as he held up something in his hand.

“Plug,” he said, reaching with his other hand for the now-familiar lube. “Wanna play?”

“God, yes.” I grinned, shuffling back down the bed as he opened up for me, legs in the air. No shame. Not that he had anything to be ashamed about, because he was simply beautiful.

And he was mine. All that gorgeous skin and his smile and the hair over his face that he tried to blow away as he got up on his elbows, grabbed a pillow. I helped because I knew this bit. Tucked it under his bum, trailed my lips across his arse.

He had a nice arse. Even his little pucker was strangely inviting as I kissed his balls. All these parts of him that nobody but me ever saw. His skin was so smooth under my lips.

I smeared lube on my fingers, tried out touching him.

Intimate. Easy. Soft. All the little muscles moved as my fingertips stroked down, and up. Smooth liquid.

“Just gently tease it in. Slowly.”

“Not gonna hurt, is it?”

“Nah.” He laughed. “I’m such a bottom, me. I love it. I love having my arse played with. Love it even more when you stick fingers up there. Plugs. Dicks.”

“Yeah. Dicks.”

I had to laugh. It wasn’t like this in porn. It definitely hadn’t been like this when I got laid in my teens. Much more awkward. A lot less laughter.

“Slippery little thing,” I huffed out as the plug slid out of my grip. It wasn’t very big. Size of my thumb.

“Lube.” He grinned. “Look, Reubs.”

“Yeah?”

I loved him. I never said it much, but I knew, and I knew he knew. The way he looked at me. The smile on his face. The complete lack of fear.

Trust.

“Just do it. Don’t worry too much.”

“M… ’kay.”

My lips back on his skin, the inside of his leg, my dick was definitely joining in the game as the plug slid inside of him.

“Yasssss,” came from up there.

I gently tugged at it, let it slide back in.