Page 55 of Play With Me
“You crying, baby?” he asks, and I huff in annoyance, swiping at my wet cheeks.
“Fuck no.”
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, leaning down to lick my face clean.
I let him. I’d let him do anything to me at this moment.
“I’m good.”
When Colton finally peels himself off of me, he doesn’t fall to my side like I expect him to. No, he shuffles between my legs and stares at my hole.
“The porn I watch is so hot when the cum trickles out.”
He meets my mortified stare and grins. “Let it out, Myles. I want to see what I did to that pink hole.”
I throw an arm over my flaming face and then feel it slowly seep from me. He doesn’t break his stare. Not that I see it, but I can feel those eyes on me, on what he put inside of me.
And I can feel when he starts pushing it back in.
Filthy fucker.
“That’s right. Such a big load right inside of you.”
“Fuck off.”
But he doesn’t stop. And I don’t make him. I just let him continue to push his release back into me until he’s finally satisfied.
It’s only then that he falls to my side and brings my lips to his.
“The way I’m gonna wreck that hole every day.”
“Like hell I’ll let you in that often.”
“Oh,” he says with a wicked wink. “I bet you’ll be the one finding me and begging to be fucked. I bet you break first. You want to be played with so badly, Myles.”
I roll my eyes, but wonder if maybe he’s right.
Because as I lie there, feeling deliciously sore in parts that I didn’t know existed, I already want to go again.
And therein lies the problem.
I don’t beg for sex for two whole days. I refuse, but it’s hard to admit to myself that I want it as bad as I do.
The plugs get a good workout. I can’t stop fucking myself with them.
I’m already almost out of lube.
I hate myself for not just asking him to put me out of my misery, but he was so sure.
Even after falling asleep on me, his body curled into mine, he whispered it.
“Beg me, Witkoff. Beg me to play with you.”
I’m not begging anyone to play with me.
And yet as I sprawl out on my bed, fisting the plug and shoving it in and out of my hole, I realize that I may have to cave. He’s not going to beg me. Maybe he’s over it.
Maybe he’s over me.
