Page 39 of The Great Maple Mistake

“Okay, I know it’s a lot. Sometimes, when I’m really horny and I don’t feel like looking at porn, I go toy shopping.” As I let that sink in, Alex puts his hands on his hips. “What? Some people like to buy shoes or clothes. I like to buy butt stuff.”

“Butt stuff?” I throw back my head and laugh, then stop myself because I don’t want him to feel bad. “No judgment! That just struck me as funny.”

Alex grins, and I relax. “It was meant to be funny, so no worries. Probably should have said stuff for butts, but it’s not as amusing. Now, serious talk time. Let’s start with anatomy. Human or non-human.”

“Human. I’m not feeling quite that adventurous tonight.”

He nods and slides a bunch of the things to one side of the box. “Okay, let’s talk girth. I have everything from peewee to Wreck-It Ralph.”

I blink, not sure if he’s serious. Then I realize he’s staring at me, waiting for an answer. “Oh, um—” I glance down at my slightly flagging cock. “About like this?”

Alex reaches into the box and pulls out a thankfully average-sized, realistic-looking dildo, and grins triumphantly. “Got you covered.”

He moves the box of toys to the floor and tosses a saucy look over his shoulder as he strolls to the tall dresser. He opens a drawer, retrieves a jock and shakes it out. In a move definitely meant to tease, he bends forward, eyes still on me as he steps into what I now see is actually a harness. With painfully slow movements, he pulls the barely there fabric up his lean, muscular legs in a riveting reverse striptease, tilting his hips back as he situates the wide straps over his peach of an ass. “Fuck, Alex. That’s so hot.” I’m practically drooling, which thankfully seems to do it for him. His lips curve into a definite smirk as he devours me with his gaze, like he’s starving and I’m a five-course meal. That makes my cock throb and it surges back to full mast as I watch him settle the dildo into place. He slowly turns to face me. Oh, hell yeah. I hold out my hand to him. “Come here, baby.”

Stepping closer, he laces our fingers together, sliding his other palm over my abs and pecs. “Now it’s my turn to ask. How do you want me?”

I lean down and kiss him slowly, pulling his body flush with mine. He teasingly nibbles on my lips, and I have no idea why that’s so hot, but it is. The dildo presses against my thigh, the texture almost skin-like, and soft. “I want you any way I can have you.”

“And you can have me anyway you want. Hmm.” He settles his hands on my chest and pushes gently until I relax my embrace and drop onto the bed. “Let’s start with you face down, ass up.” Oh hell yes. Grinning, I scramble to comply. Only good things could come from that position. I crawl up the bed and grab a pillow, resting my torso and head on it as I spread my legs wide. “God, you have the perfect ass.” Alex’s fingers dance over my back, teasing ever closer to the cleft between my cheeks. My focus narrows to the location of his fingertips as they glide ever closer to my hole. “Do you like rimming?”

I whimper and my abs contract, making my cock jump with excitement and anticipation. “Yes. Fuck yes. Very much.”

“Good.” He’s intentionally torturing me with barely there touches as his fingertip dips between my cheeks and lightly circles my hole. “God, you’re even sexy here. You have an ass meant for porn. Or at least pictures.”

I snort. “I don’t think I want my asshole plastered over the internet. I’m pretty sure Chief Brennan and Aunt Viv wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Alex slaps my ass and I gasp, involuntarily thrusting my hips backward. “No mentioning bosses or family during sex.”

I grin into the pillow. “Sorry.”

He smooths over the tingling spot and I whimper again. “Oooh. Did you like that?”

Did I? I’ve never been into that before. It was shocking, but also exciting. “Maybe?”

Alex hums. “We’ll have to investigate that some other time. Right now—” Rather than finishing his sentence, Alex grips my ass cheeks, pulls them apart, and buries his face between them.

The groan that escapes me is loud, and long. But, fuck, I can’t help it. His stubble feels so damned good. I barely have time to register how good before he licks across my hole with the flat of his tongue. I gasp again, my eyes closing in pleasure. “Fuck.Yes. Please, baby. That feels so good.” Each stroke of his tongue is slow and sensual, and has me writhing against his mouth. A wide variety of squeaks and moans escape me, and I don’t even care at this point. With the way Alex hums while he rims me, it’s obvious that he doesn’t care either. Maybe he even likes it. “Yes. Baby, please, don’t stop.” The pleasure keeps building until I can’t take it anymore and I reach for my cock. As I wrap my hand around myself, Alex grips my aching balls, gently tugging as he continues to lap at my hole. “Fuck. Oh, Fuck.” Babbling, I arch my back, wanting more of everything he’s doing to me. “Baby. God, baby that feels so good.” I furiously stroke myself and moan into the pillow.

I can feel his smile against my sensitive skin. “You already said that.”

“I fucking mean it.” I want to say more, but he tugs my balls again, and I forget words. All of them. So I whine and push back against his mouth. There’s a click of the dispenser on the lube just before Alex’s tongue is gone. I whimper, which makes him chuckle. There is nothing about this that is amusing right now. “Alex—” Whatever I was going to say becomes a gasp as his fingers slip inside me, stretching me open. “Ohhhh, fuck.” I thrust against his hand, trying to force his fingers deeper while attempting to fuck myself on them. “Alex, fuck me. God, I need you in me.”

Alex hums appreciatively. “Look at your greedy ass, sucking my fingers in. You really do love to bottom, don’t you?”

“Yes. So much.” I thrust back as Alex presses his fingers deeper. “I love having my ass played with. Being fucked. Feeling so full. God, that’s so good, baby. Don’t stop.”

He chuckles. “I have no intention of stopping. Well, until I’m ready to wreck you with my cock.”

I whine, wanting that now, wanting him to stretch me even further, fill me up. “Need you. Please, Alex. Please.”

He slips his fingers from me, and I still my hips, positive he’s going to give me what I need, especially after I hear the clicking of the lube again. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing this to be it. His hands stroke along my inner thighs, then press out, forcing my legs apart. “Widen your stance, babe. Get that gorgeous ass low enough for me to fuck.” I scramble to comply, spreading my legs so I can sink closer to the mattress. “So perfect for me.”

There’s a soft pressure against my hole, then the smooth glide of a hard cock filling me up. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” Alex’s cock is a perfect fit. I’m stretched wide, though not to the point of discomfort. But the best thing is that he’s deep. So damned deep I can feel all seven inches of him packed inside me. I close my eyes, stroking my cock and gently rocking my hips, pressing back to get every last bit of him in me. “Fuck. Yes.”

Alex leans down over my back and kisses the nape of my neck. “You ready for me to move?”

I nod, my eyes still closed, letting touch be my dominant sense for now. With another kiss to my neck, Alex pushes up, grabs my hips, and slowly pulls back. I hear him pump more lube, and then he’s sliding into me, stopping only after his hips are pressed against my ass. It’s so fucking perfect. Then he rolls his hips, taking it easy at first, making sure I’m ready. It’s sweet. But I need more. “Alex, baby, fuck me. Really fuck me. Please.” That must be what he’s been waiting for, because even before I finish saying please, he quickly pulls back and thrusts into me. It’s fast, and he picks up speed with each snap of his hips. I fist the bedspread with both hands, letting go of my cock to brace myself against the pounding. It’s fast and dirty and absolutely perfect.

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