Page 86 of The Prodigal Son

He nods. “I want you dying for my cock by the end of the show, and I want to know your ass is ready for me.”

“My ass is always ready for you,” I reply with a smirk. Jensen laughs quietly with a shake of his head.

“You know what I mean, Isaac.”

I can’t help but kiss him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him close and let him kiss me so hard it becomes hard to breathe.

While our lips are still pressed together, he asks, “Did you do that other thing I asked you to do?”

“Oh, you mean this?” I ask as I pull away. Rushing to my room, I ruffle through the papers hidden in the drawer next to my bed. I pull out the one he wants to see. It’s the one that says I am free of any transmittable diseases. He’s already shown me his.

I hold it up for him to see as he approaches me with a soft expression of contentment. “Good boy,” he whispers before planting a kiss on my mouth.

Letting the paper fall to the floor, I wrap my arms around Jensen and melt into his kiss. Later tonight, I’ll have him to myself. All of him. Nothing between us.

It might seem like nothing, but I have never gotten to this point with a guy before. Even on the rare occasions that I was with someone for any length of time, we never took this step. This step is huge. It’s the one that defines a level of intimacy I haven’t seen before.

I’m certainly no hopeless romantic, but this stage of our relationship and the wholeI love youthing feel very hand in hand.

God, what is happening to me?

Jensen smacks my ass again. “Get in the shower.”

“I wish it were big enough for the both of us,” I moan in complaint as I turn the water on.

“I’ll be waiting for you to get out,” he says, waving the glass plug in his hand. With his arms crossed, he watches me undress and climb into the small stall. Then he watches with interest as I soap up my body, taking time to stroke my still-hard cock.

“Enjoying the show?” I ask with a smirk.

“Yes, very much,” he replies.

My shower is a bit more rushed than normal. Stepping out, I dry off but don’t bother wrapping the towel around my waist. As I walk out of the bathroom, I turn to find Jensen sitting on the edge of my bed, fully clothed with lube in one hand and the butt plug in the other.

He pats his thigh. “Have a seat.”

Nothing will ever compare as long as I live to how hot he looks in this moment. He looks like he owns me and he knows it. There’s something about him. His willingness to always be what I need. To always be here for me, no matter what. It makes my heart swell in my chest every time I look at him.

I climb onto his lap, straddling his hips as I stare into his eyes. His stoic, hard expression melts into a smile that looks like love.

I want to say it. God, I want to say it.

But surely, this can’t be the moment to whisper those three little words.

“You know,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I have a little surprise for you, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, but you have to wait for yours. At about…nine forty-five tonight.”

He nods before pressing his lips to mine. As our mouths are entangled, his lubed fingers gently prod my ass, and I let out a moan of desire. As he starts to stretch me, I groan a little louder.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just fuck me now?” I whisper against his lips.

He growls in response, which again seems to be my answer.

When the cool glass of the plug nudges my hole, I relax into his arms, allowing the toy to slowly penetrate. It’s not my first rodeo, so I know this feeling.

I also know that tonight’s show is going to be very…interesting. I guess I should just be grateful it isn’t the remote-controlled vibrating type.

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