Page 177 of Masters of Secrets

It was enough to make his erection subside slightly as his asshole burned. Mentally, he didn’t feel any less aroused, but his bodily reaction as he adjusted to being invaded changed.

“Good boy,” Mistress Julie crooned, reaching forward with one hand to rub her fingers through his chest hair. His chest moved up and down as he panted, his body adjusting to its new proportions. “Open up for me.”

“Fuck!” The tip of the cock rubbed over a spot inside him that made his own dick jerk in response. He shuddered, his ass clenching down around the cock still sliding deeper into it, which only made the sensations more intense.

Mistress Julie moaned, also shuddering as she bottomed out, her body pressing against his, the leather base of the strap-on rubbing against his cheeks. Letting her hand slide down his happy trail, she reached his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, gripping him as she began to move.

“Oh fuck… fuck…” Connor nearly levitated off the bed as she began to both fuck and jerk him simultaneously, the rhythms flowing together. His back and ass tingled against the bed beneath him, adding to the sensation of full-body pleasure. He writhed helplessly, moving his hips to meet both her hand and her thrusts, caught in the give and take as waves of rapture battered his senses. “Fuck… please…”

“Hold on for me, Connor… don’t cum yet…” Her voice was full of sensual need, her breath coming in gasps. He wasn’t the only one highly aroused as she rode him, the dildo sliding back and forth inside him easily now. He was fully stretched open, his muscles clenched, making it burn a bit, but in a good way that had his toes curling.

He fought against the rising pleasure, shuddering and trying to distract himself. It was no easy task as she kept moving inside him, the cock sliding back and forth, pressing against his prostate. Her hand moved on his cock, precum sliding over her fingers, wetting his dick and adding to his growing ecstasy.

Panting, he strained, the headboard creaking as he gripped it tighter, feeling as if he was losing sensation in his fingers because he was holding on so tight.

“Please…” he begged, arching his back and closing his eyes against the sensual assault. Her fingers gripped, pulling on his cock as she filled him with hers. “Oh fuck, Mistress, please… I can’t… I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Connor,” she ordered with a gasp. “Come for me, good boy.”

That was all it took. Her hand pumped, and he climaxed, his body shuddering with ecstasy as the build-up exploded through him, his cock pulsing against her fingers as jet after jet of cum finally released.

Julie

With her hand firmly wrapped around Connor’s dick, she tilted it toward her. Warm liquid sprayed over her, streams of white cum spattering against her breasts and stomach, dripping down her. It was an utterly filthy sensation, and it tipped her over the edge as her clit rubbed against the inside of the strap-on. Her pussy clenched around the dildo inside her, and she cried out as his seed slid over her body, hot against her breasts and nipples, dripping down onto him.

She cried out, slamming hard into him, the waves of pleasure washing over her as she came.

It was hot, wet, and utterly satisfying.

Panting, she slumped over him, his cock softening in her hand. She reached up with her other hand to wipe her lightly damp hair from her forehead. Their gazes met, and she smiled down at him. Letting go of the headboard, he reached for her.

His hand cradled her head. She leaned forward, making him shudder. Their lips met in a kiss, gentle and sweet, his cum sliding across her body and onto his. It was perfect.

Epilogue

Zach

Reaching up to adjust his tie, Zach grimaced. He normally loved having an excuse to wear his tux. It was custom-tailored to him and fit him like a glove, yet right now, it felt too tight, even though he knew it wasn’t. When he’d put it on earlier in the week to decide what vest and tie he was wearing with it, it had felt fine, so why did he suddenly feel like he was choking?

A large, warm hand came to rest on his thigh, and he felt the heat against his side as his boyfriend, Kincaid, leaned against him.

“Are you okay?” The question was asked quietly enough that no one would be able to hear it, even though the pews were tightly packed with wedding guests. At least Zach was at the very end of the pew, right next to the center aisle, so he didn’t have anyone right beside him watching his discomfort other than Kincaid.

Letting his hand drop, he looked back at his boyfriend and did his best to give him a reassuring smile. Kincaid smiled back, though it didn’t really reach his dark eyes, which were still full of concern. This was one of their first public outings, not just since getting back together after they took a break, but ever. Zach wasn’t ‘out’ yet.

But it was Amy’s wedding, and the only people they knew here were friends from Stronghold and Marquis… which were the only two places where Zach and Kincaid had previously been ‘out’. Zach didn’t consider the kink clubs to be public, though. Everything that happened there was still private.

The lack of public outings had been part of why he and Kincaid had broken up. That, along with the fact that Zach still wasn’t out to his family. Every time he thought about telling his parents, fear choked him to the point of silence. He’d managed to tell his sister, and she was encouraging him to talk to their parents, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. And it didn’t matter that he’d fallen in love with Kincaid; he still couldn’t tell his parents that he was bisexual.

Or, at least, that he wasn’t straight. He’d never been attracted to any man other than Kincaid, so he also wasn’t sure he could even say he was bisexual, but he wasn’t straight.

Straight men didn’t love getting railed by their boyfriend.

“I’m fine. I think I might have tied my tie too tight,” he said, sliding his hand under Kincaid’s to hold it. Immediately, Kincaid relaxed a little, looking down at their joined hands and smiling. Just that one little show of affection, the acceptance of Kincaid’s hand on his and then joining them together, and Kincaid was thrilled.

That made Zach feel even shittier. It was a mark of how badly Kincaid craved that acknowledgment of their relationship, how badly he wanted to be able to treat Zach like his boyfriend, regardless of where they were and who was around them. He was working up to being able to tell his family.

The guests around them were getting restless, shifting in their seats the same way he was.