Page 56 of November Reign
“What if I just want to fuck you with my fingers, sweetheart?”
“No! Put your dick in me right now!”
“So demanding.” Not that I was going to deny him. I covered my length with the lube, adjusted the position of his hips, and slid inside until my groin was flush with his ass. He was so tight and warm inside. He fit me soperfectly.
“Oh, fuck!” He moaned, giving a full body shudder. His muscles clamped down on me. I spanked his ass once in warning.
Holding him in place, I pulled back, then thrust forward, driving into him. On and on, I fucked into him, using his body like my personal sex toy.
“Good, babe?”
“So good!”
“D’you think you can come just from this?” He made a pretty sound of confusion. “I want you to come on my cock.” My thrusts continued, getting me closer to my peak.
“Oak!” Thyme moaned.
“If you don’t come before I do, then you won’t get to until tonight when we are alone and I can fill you up again,” I warned, leaning down over him, pressing him into the bed. “Are you going to wear my plug? Keep me inside you all day?”
“Yes!” he cried. I felt his muscles spasm as he came.
“That’s it. Gonna paint your insides with my come and keep it inside you all day. Only take the plug out so I can use you again.”
I swear he tried to orgasm again. He made a strangled sound and bit the pillow.
The sight of him, flushed, crying, overwhelmed with pleasure, along with the feel of his ass strangling my cock, did me in. On and on, my orgasm seemed to go.My brain completely shorted out. I pumped my hips as I came down from my release.
Just in reach was the shiny black plug. I found the lube and coated the plug with a generous amount. When I pulled out of Thyme, I pushed the toy inside him until the flared base was secure.
Untying him took only a moment. If he’d tried, he could have gotten free himself. I checked his wrists and kissed each one before folding him into my arms.
“Okay?”
“Hmm, perfect.”
“Going to wear the toy all day?”
“I’ll try.” Thyme leaned up for a kiss.
When our lips met, I knew without a doubt that nothing would stop me from being at his side for the rest of my life.
Thyme was uncomfortable. His cheeks were pink from his embarrassment. No one knew he was wearing a plug, but he certainly felt it every time he sat down.
We kept our distance during the training. I hated it. Acting as if I hated him was damn near impossible when I wanted my eyes on him all the time.
Damon had stolen him off to the kitchen to add more fuel to the rumors of a massive rift. I could see the other witches gossiping when they were supposed to be paying attention to what Gregoris was saying.
Luckily, we had a couple of enforcers from Logan’s pride with us. They soon got the witches on task.
“Pay attention or die next time you meet a shifter!” one barked. He was done with their shit. I caught him rolling his eyes at his friend and muttering “witches,” when he thought no one was paying attention. “Sorry,” he said to me when he met my eyes.
“No, you’re right. They need to focus less on coven politics and more on getting out of this alive.”
That earned me a sound of approval.
Everyone concentrated better on the training after that. Some might even have impressed the shifters with some well timed, non lethal spells.
The practice had gone on for a couple of hours, then we were to break for lunch. I followed my coven members to the kitchen, ready to play my part again. Once there, I hung back, stayed on the fringes of things, and only went to get my food when no one else was next to it.
