Page 32 of Jack Frosting

Mmmm.

It felt warm.

“Wake up, Jack.”

More warmth, something wet.

I blinked my eyes open.

Fuck!

Someone was tonguing my hole. Like an expert. I glanced down and saw familiar brown hair. “I hope to God that’s you, Clayton.”

“If someone else found you in here tonight, I would’ve kicked their ass and then thrown them out.” His hand slapped my right cheek. “This ass is mine.”

I didn’t know if it was the playroom or something else, but I loved that he let his guard down with me and amped up the possessiveness. He rarely asked for anything he wanted, but sexually, he was…different. His unpredictable behavior, a mixture of dominance and hesitance, certainly kept sex interesting.

“It’s all yours,” I told him.

“I liked that you made yourself comfortable. It’s super hot that you pretended to be asleep in the sling, and I see you like nipple play.” He flicked at one of the suckers and I flinched.

Yes, totally pretend.

I didn’t know why but It was super hot that he tongued my hole while I was sleeping and didn’t even know.

“You have an impressive collection of…items.” I met his smile with mine.

“We can try them all if you like,” Clayton suggested.

I shook my head. “Right now, I want you to fuck me.”

“What about you?”

“You can take care of that later, during round two. I think we’ll have plenty of time.”

“Sounds good,” Clayton said.

I heard the squirt of lube and flinched at the coolness of it against my hole as Clayton’s fingers got to work. He slipped a few inside and I moaned like a virgin. I couldn’t help it. He was teasing me, pulverizing any ounce of shame I had left with his fingertips. With my legs spread and feet in the stirrups, I should’ve felt vulnerable, but with Clayton’s quiet attentiveness, I felt safe and warm.

“The fire was a nice touch,” Clayon said.

“It’s your sex dungeon. I just–oh fuck!–found the switch on the wall.”

“I think I just found your switch.”

I nodded in agreement. “Go for it. I’m ready.”

When Clayton’s fingers pulled out, I grabbed the straps above my shoulders in anticipation. I heard another squirt and then the recognizable feeling of a thick dick at my hole.

“Relax, Jack.”

I took a deep breath as he slipped inside me.

“You good?”

The stretch was as expected with as girthy as Clayton was. My eyes were closed, caught up in the moment, when I felt Clayton stop pushing.

“Jack?”