“Really. Because it sounded like you called me a fucking asshole.”
“You must have hearing problems, then.”
“You’re funny. I don’t think I tell you that enough. Also, you have forty-five seconds to decide.”
He cursed me again as I pulled myself up, wincing as my dick pushed against my breeches. I adjusted myself as he snapped the bars and the slat back against the wall, still grumbling. I ignored him, instead turning toward the set of drawers next to the bed.
Knowing Mama, there were things in there along with the dildo that I wouldn’t have a single clue what to do with. Ryan and I might have an adventurous sex life, but there were people in the world who were far kinkier than we would ever be. Cock cages, ball clamps, spreader bars, things that could be inserted into a dick; it was enough to cause me to squeak and cross my legs. There was a line that we wouldn’t cross, but I didn’t judge those who did.
Too much, anyway.
Ryan was shuffling on the bed, but I didn’t look to see how he was going to be positioned. Knowing him, he’d be on his knees, facedown. It happened when he got really worked up and just wanted to be fucked. I’d give him time to make that decision for himself.
I opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were things that looked almost like torture devices. I shuddered, unsure what the one in the corner was supposed to attach to. Or on. Or in. It had thin metal wires and a long rubber end that curved sharply. I didn’t even try to stop my ass from clenching at the sight of it.
But sitting right near the top was a thick red dildo that almost looked like a sword, with a grip and guard at one end. I reached down to pick it up, getting a good hold on it. It was heavier than I thought it’d be and was slightly flexible, as the other end curved slightly as I lifted it. I didn’t know what it was made of, having never seen anything like it before. The grip was firm with just a little give, and I knew if I squeezed it hard enough, I’d leave small indentations in it.
And Ryan was right. It was bigger than me, both longer and thicker, but not by much. It wasn’t obscene, not like some of the other dildos I’d seen in the Tilted Cross. Mama had some in her collection that looked as if I wouldn’t be able to lift them on my own. I’d asked her just who the hell would want something that large up their ass. Mama had told me she catered to a wide and varied clientele who sometimes liked to feel like they were splitting in two and who also might not have been exactly human.
But this was going to be the perfect size for Ryan, and he was going to get the burn he wanted, especially if I fucked him with it and my dick at the same time. I wasn’t too worried about it having been used before. Knowing this drawer, most everything in it had been. But Mama was proud of the rigorous cleaning process that all the sex toys went through each time they were used.
There was also a crystal vial of lubricating oil set in one corner, the liquid amber in color, almost like syrup. But it was slick, the consistency thin. The first time I’d come to the Tilted Cross, Mama had sent me home with a small vial of it, telling me I’d never used anything like it. I’d scoffed at her, somewhat embarrassed, then proceeded to use the entire vial in two days, sure it was the greatest thing I’d ever experienced. The Tilted Cross produced it, and it was expensive, but it was better than anything you could get in the City of Lockes.
I shut the drawer and turned back toward the bed, expecting to see Ryan on his hands and knees. My breath hitched when I saw him on his back, knees brought up against his chest, ass at the edge of the bed where he’d been kneeling just a few moments before. He was breathing heavily in anticipation, his chest now completely flushed as he stared at me, eyes blown wide. He must have been watching me the entire time, seeing me test the heft of the dildo.
“On your back, then?” I asked lightly.
He nodded slowly.
“And how did you come to that decision?”
He sounded like he was gargling rocks when he said, “I want to see you.”
“That so?” His eyes followed the dildo when I set it and the vial of oil on the bed beside him. “You want to see me?”
He looked back over at me before he nodded. He gripped the underside of his thighs as he held his legs up. The hair on his stomach looked slick with sweat, and his feet were shaking slightly. His asshole was still wet with my spit, and I couldn’t help but rub a finger along it, pressing in to the first knuckle just to see what he would do.
His eyes fluttered closed as he bit his bottom lip, tilting his head back slightly.
He really was beautiful. I’d always thought so.
“Can you…?” He gnawed on his lip, then shook his head.
“Can I what?”
He swallowed, throat moving up and down. Then, “Can you kiss me?”
He sounded so vulnerable that I didn’t even hesitate, pulling my finger out of him. I was still fully clothed when I pressed against his ass. His eyes snapped open when he felt my weight, and he wrapped his strong legs around my hips. I put my hands on either side of his head, the dildo rolling against him in the crease of the bed. I stopped a few inches from his face, his eyes searching mine. I bent slowly, scraping my lips against his. He exhaled softly, hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach up and smash me against him. But he was waiting.
I propped myself up on one hand, bringing the other to grip his jaw, fingers spreading out along his cheek, thumb pressing against his throat. I rolled my hips against his ass, my cock rubbing just below his balls. I kissed him again, and he sighed into my mouth as I swiped my tongue against his lips. Then his mouth was open and wet, tongue against mine. It was like he snapped then, ankles locking behind my back, his mouth and tongue working me over. I groaned into the kiss, grinding down on him.
He broke the kiss, and I kissed down his jaw to his neck. For a moment, I saw him standing in the field with Justin again, talking quietly about something I didn’t know, and I was fucking jealous over it, even though I knew I didn’t have to be. Justin didn’t want Ryan anymore, or so he said. Ryan had chosen me. Yet there was still a small, dark part of me that saw them together, that knew it’d be them together for the month without me there with my awesome and witty repartee. Nothing was going to happen. Ryan loved me. And yet I couldn’t help biting down into the soft skin of his throat and sucking, bringing the blood to the surface to leave as dark a bruise as possible. He cried out near my ear, hand coming up to the back of my head to push me closer, to make the mark bigger. I complied, of course. How could I not?
His neck was slick with saliva when I pulled away, satisfied with the mark upon him. He looked up at me, dazed. I grinned down at him. “You want me to fuck you with that dildo now?” I asked affably.
He opened his mouth once, twice, then just nodded slowly.