Ignoring the chaos all around us, I focus all my attention on him. There is only Ryan. I step in behind him, smoothing my hands up his thighs and over his toned ass. “I’ll make this so good for you.” I say, my voice soft. “You trust me?”
He nods, and I flash him a smile. “I want this, Tess. I want you.”
“As I want you,” I reply.
Leaving him on the bed, I move around to the end and fish my bag of toys out of my upturned suitcase. Tossing the bag on the end of the bed, I open it, taking out my favorite strapless strap-on. It’s a purple “L” shape, with the long end shaped like a dildo. The shorter end is thicker, more bulbous like a butt plug, easier to fit and hold in my pussy. My favorite feature is the pair of bunny ears that stimulate my clit.
I hold up the toy and his eyes go wide.
“What is that?” he says.
“A strapless strap-on.”
He studies it. “You don’t need like, a harness or something? A jock or…”
I smirk. “Has eager puppy been doing his research? Do you want me to use a strap? I have one—”
“No,” he says quickly. “I—I trust you.”
I smile. “This toy will bring us both to screaming orgasms. Did I mention it vibrates?” I press the button to send it buzzing in my hand.
“Don’t all your toys?” he replies with a grin.
“Most. Not all. Do you consent, Ryan? Can I ride you with this?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice breathless. “Anything. I’m yours.”
I snatch up the lube and move around the side of the bed towards him. Setting the toy down, I squeeze some lube onto my fingers. “I’m going to prep you, okay? Deep breaths. When you’re ready, you’ll push against my fingers, and it will almost feel like you’re pulling me in. It can hurt if you don’t relax. Trust me?”
He nods, a few curls framing his brow. “I trust you.”
I smooth my left hand over his rounded ass, letting my lubed right hand trail between his cheeks, my finger teasing his tight hole.
He gasps, cheeks clenching on instinct.
My hand soothes him along with my voice. “Just relax, baby. I have you. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll see stars.”
He groans, relaxing against my touch as I tease him, working my finger in and out, opening him up.
“How does it feel?” I murmur, leaning over him to press kisses to his back.
“Good,” he grunts out, his hips moving against my hand as his fingers splay on the bed. “I wanna touch my dick,” he groans, his head sagging between his shoulders.
“Not yet.” I pull my finger out of his ass. Before he can reply, I press in with two, stretching him wider.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Down on your elbows,” I order. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
He does as he’s told, and I feel it like a slap to the clit. My body purrs with his acquiescence. “Such a good boy,” I praise, marveling at the image of him on his knees for me in total submission.
He rocks back against my hand as I fuck him. “Please,” he says after a few moments. “Tess, baby, I need you.”
I need him too. He’s ready. “Turn around,” I say, pulling my fingers free.
He flips onto his butt, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and I hand him the toy and the lube. “Get both ends ready.”
“Which end goes in me?” He inspects the toy like it’s a curious new invention.
“The longer end,” I reply with a smirk.
I hold the lube for him, watching him prep both ends of the toy. Once it’s ready, I toss the lube aside. “Take the strap-on by the longer end. You’re going to put the short end inside me,” I direct, my hands at my hips.
With an eager smile, he fists the front of his jersey and pulls me closer, teasing the toy between my legs. I widen my stance for him, holding his gaze as he slips the toy in, burying it inside my aching pussy.
“Mmm, that’s good,” I murmur, wiggling my hips to adjust to the fit. The little bunny part hugs my pussy, the ears riding against my clit.
We both look down to see the five inches of purple dildo protruding from my hips. I feel powerful like this. It’s filling me as I’m about to be filling him. We’ll ride our orgasms out together, the vibrations connecting us as we fall blissfully apart.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands smoothing over my hips as he looks at the toy. Slowly, his chin lifts and his gaze sweeps up my body to my face. “Take it off,” he says.
“The jersey?” I run my hands over it. “Won’t that ruin the fantasy?”
“You’re the fantasy,” he replies. “I want you. Only you. No barriers. Take it off.”
Smiling down at him, I strip out of his Langley jersey, tossing it on the bed. Now I’m wearing nothing but my strapless strap-on. Reaching down for the toy, I press the little round button at the base. It buzzes to life, the vibrations hitting me deep.
His eyes go wide as he watches me shimmying, adjusting to the new sensation. “And it can stay in like that?”
“Mhmm,” I reply, my hands going to his shoulders. “My pussy has a very firm grip…or had you forgotten?”
“How could I?” he teases back, his gaze still caught on the length of the purple dildo. “She’s all I think about these days.”
“Well, she’s going to take very good care of you.” I reply. “Lie back on the bed. I want to take you facing me. I want you looking in my eyes.”
He inches back, sweeping photos aside as he moves towards the middle of the bed.
I follow him, crawling onto the edge between his spread knees. I smooth my hands up his calves, over his knees, pulling them wider apart. “Feet flat, relax your hips.”
“Oh god,” he whispers, his head dropping back as he does as I say.
I drop down between his open thighs, licking along his hard shaft from root to tip. Circling his head with my tongue, I suck him into my mouth, humming my pleasure as the change in angle has the toy buzzing against my G-spot.
His hand fists my hair, his hips rocking with the motion of my mouth as I tease him to full hardness. His precum coats my tongue and I moan for him, creating my own vibrations as I devour the taste.
In moments, his hand tightens in my hair, and he’s pulling me off with a breathless laugh. “Baby, you keep doing that, I’ll blow in your mouth.”
“Promises,” I tease, nipping his sensitive inner thigh with my teeth.
He hisses, giving my hair another tug.
I wince, loving the little bite of pain. “Are you ready for me, hockey boy? You want me to ride you into paradise?”
“Yes,” he begs, his hand softening in my hair as he fists the comforter.
I crawl between his spread legs, settling myself on my knees. The adjustable pony on this toy means I can get a good angle for both of us. I’m going to be coming in no time flat with the added clitoral stimulation. My every nerve hums with excitement as I look down at him, spread beneath me, prepped and ready for my claiming.
He looks up at me like I’m his everything. “I love you,” he says, his features soft in this golden light.
I brace his hips with both hands, holding him open as I squeeze the pony with my pelvic muscles, holding it tight. Then I’m pressing in between his cheeks, moving my hips a bit to rub the vibrating tip of the dildo over his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans at first contact, trying not to tense.
I use one hand to hold the dildo steady as I breach that tight ring of muscle, opening him up to take just the tip. “Breathe, baby,” I soothe. “You’re doing so well. Look at you taking my pretty silicone dick. Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”
“Mmph. The vibration…feels good.”
“Look at me.”
His eyes open and we connect, apple green eyes meeting forest green. There is such a burst of feeling there. With a gasp, he grabs my hips and pulls, sinking the dildo in deeper. The motion pushes the pony high and tight in my pussy, those bunny ears humming to either side of my swollen, needy clit.
“Oh—god—” I cry out, back arching like I was just zapped with electricity. I drop forward between his spread legs, catching myself with my hands to either side of him.
“Feel good?” he pants, a gleam in his eye. He’s loving this. I am too.
“So fucking good,” I whimper. “Baby, I need to move. Can I—”