Page 144 of Free Heart
“Check out the bathroom,” Dan says, his voice echoing off the tile.
I toss my white tux jacket on the sofa and follow him.
It’s big with gray marble tiles, a giant jacuzzi tub with wide ledges to sit on if you need to cool off, and a big mirror hanging on the wall over it—so you can watch yourself bathe, I guess. Or perhaps to make the room look larger. The sinks are basin-shaped, and the toilet is space-age with contraptions like a built-in bidet and a heated seat. Next to the bathtub is a huge basket of pink rose petals scenting the whole space. Another thoughtful, romantic touch that was, no doubt, Sailor’s idea.
“Nice,” Dan murmurs, nodding at the mirror over the tub. “You can watch yourself get rimmed, Doc, and then see what you look like when I screw you and make you come.”
Instantly all thoughts of Dan’s innocence go out the window, and I’m left staring my own naivete in the face.Of coursethat’s what the mirror is for…it’s the honeymoon suite.
Dan starts unbuttoning his shirt. “No time like the present.”
“The champagne…” I say, but as he flings his shirt aside and starts on his pants, I’m going at mine too. Never say I’m not easy, especially when it comes to the promise of a rimming from Dan.
“You want a glass first?” he asks. “Loosen you up?”
“No,” I say, tugging my pants down.
“I had you at rimming, didn’t I?” Dan laughs, pulling me close and helping me get out of the rest of my clothes.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I love it.”
His naked body presses against mine and, like always, I admire the way we fit. Our hard cocks slide over our stomachs.Dan is already beading at the tip, smearing pre-cum over my skin.
“Pretty sure you knew you were going to marry me the first night in the van when I rimmed you until you lost your mind.”
“I did,” I whisper. “I didn’tknowthat I knew, but, deep down, I think I did.”
I can see that makes perfect sense to Dan, and he kisses me. I lose myself in his soft lips and the way he uses his tongue with so much promise for how he’s going to treat my ass later. I lean forward, yearning, as he pulls away.
“Let me just…” He turns and starts the water. I lean back, letting my hip rest against the vanity. Stroking myself, I watch as the tub begins to fill.
Dan’s lips twist up at the corners in a satisfied smirk as he watches me work my cock. The water pours into the tub in a frenzy, the steam rising in the room, and the humid scent of rose lifts around us.
“Palm your balls with the other hand,” he commands, sitting on the ledge and feeling the temperature of the water from time to time. “That’s it. Tip your head back.”
He takes up his own dick, and I watch him through lowered lashes. “That’s it, baby.” He jerks himself in time with my rhythm, and I make sure it’s not enough to get either of us off. “Now stop.”
I obey and meet his gaze.
“C’mere,” he says, motioning me forward.
I step into his space, and he grins up at me, grabbing my ass cheeks and tugging them apart to slide his calloused fingertips against my hole. He’s been climbing so much lately that his fingers feel like they did when we first met. Rough and shocking against such sensitive skin.
“Dan,” I murmur as he slips his fingers over my anus again. “I love you.”
“I know you do. You married me, didn’t you?” He taps me with the pads of his middle and forefinger. “No one will ever touch this hole again, understand? Except for me.”
“Just you,” I agree.
He frowns. “I mean, unless…”
I put a finger against his lips. “Not now. I know the ‘unless.’ I don’t want to think about it now. Let’s stick with how you own my hole, and how you’re going to show me all the ways it belongs to you.”
He grins again. “Filthy, Doc. You like the idea of me owning it?”
“Yeah.” I take hold of my cock again, and he shakes his head.
“Nope. I own that too.”
