Page 47 of Key of Kink

I moaned into the kiss, my dick standing to attention, so hard it ached. My hands itched to touch him, to trail my fingers over that swirling tattoo, to cup his head and deepen the kiss.

He broke it, moved, and then his breath tickled my ear. “You’re going to beg.”

“Probably,” I croaked.

“No probably about it.”

I swallowed. “Fine. I’m going to beg.”

Max pulled back. “But I don’t hear you.” He straightened. “You clearly don’t want to come today. Maybe I should set you loose and⁠—”

“Touch my cock?” I pleaded. “Please?”

His eyes sparkled, but he reached down for a bottle of lube. He poured a generous helping into his cupped palm, replaced the bottle, then curled his hand around my rigid dick. I shuddered at the cool slickness.

He grinned, moving his hand slowly up and down the shaft. “You want this, don’t you?”

I managed an eye roll. “Duh.”

Max paused, his eyebrows arched. “I didn’t quite get that.”

“I want it, okay?” The words came out way louder than I’d intended. I shivered with relief when he resumed his slow torture of my cock, doing my best to push up with my hips, chasing the sensation.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

I moaned. “I want to cream your hand.”

He bent low again. “Or maybe fill my mouth?”

Holy fuck.

“I’ll have to think about that,” he said. “And of course, you don’t get to decide when.”

I shivered again, doing my best to control my breathing. Max had barely begun stimulating me and I was already unravelling.

“I could do this all night,” Max whispered.

I shook my head. “Two hours cap, remember?”

He chuckled. “If you can still recall our negotiations, I can’t be doing this right.” He worked my shaft with long strokes, pausing now and then to cup my balls and give them a gentle tug. “You know what I want to do right now?”

“I’m hoping the answer is fuck me,” I ground out.

He laughed. “Maybe. I’ll think about it. I mean, you went to the trouble of stretching your hole for me, so the least I can do is to put something in it.” He removed his hand from my dick, and I groaned. Then I moaned even louder when he reached between my legs and pulled gently on the butt plug, removing it.

“Your cock?” I asked hopefully.

That laugh was deep, rich, and it drove me wild.

“I had something else in mind.” Max reached down again, and I caught my breath when he held up a long, slim dildo, complete with balls.

“Next to what you’re packing, that looks like a finger,” I flung at him.

His eyes glittered. “Ah, but this has something my cock doesn’t.” He smeared lube on its veiny pink surface, and eased it into my body, stopping when the balls were snug against my hole.

A second later, I heard a buzz, and a delicious vibration set my body alight.

“Aw fuck.”