Page 29 of A Really Gay Book
As I began to knead his ass, Apple pressed against me, grinding against my leg and then pushing back into my hands. I forgot myself completely and dipped my fingers into his waistband, teasing his crack. I wanted in him again. And again. As often as Apple would let me. I needed to be inside of him to remind us both that he belonged to me.
When I touched his hole, he gave a little whimper, and I stopped cold. I wanted to tear Apple apart and wallow in the fallout of his beautiful, wrecked body, but I didn’t want tohurthim. “Apple, stop. It’s too soon. I can wait until tomorrow.”
I could wait. I had to wait. And then I had to figure out how not to destroy his pink, perky ass once I finally got inside it again because waiting until tomorrow was going to goddamned kill me.
“Are you kidding? It’s been hours. My ass is ready and raring to go! I’m totally fine. See? Even my darkest bruises are nearly gone.” He lifted his shirt to show off nearly flawless skin, and I hustled him into our room to keep anyone else from seeing something they had no business seeing. I couldn’t believe I’d nearly taken his pants off in the hallway.
I had to be careful with shit like that. My mushroom cloud thoughts were no joke.
“I’m sure you have a magical asshole, Apple, but forgive me if I’d like to give it a few more hours before I test it out again.”
Apple gave me a look so cute I had to close my eyes to keep from caving immediately. I reminded myself that if I broke him, I couldn’t play with him again for a while.
But…that didn’t mean we couldn’t do other things.
I took the hem of his shirt from his hands and pulled it over his head, then pushed him backward onto my bed, stripping him of his pants and boxers while he lay stunned and spread out before me like a dessert.
“I didn’t say we couldn’t have fun, Apple.”
I whipped my own shirt up and over my head, tossing it to join Apple’s somewhere behind me. I ditched the rest of my clothes and climbed on top of him, letting my body drag against his silky skin.
His hand went to my half-hard cock, bringing it to fullness with only a few strokes.
For a moment, I did nothing but take him in like the work of art he was.
His secret hideout had been dim, and I hadn’t been able to see enough of Apple to make me happy. Now in my fully lit bedroom, I could gaze to my heart’s content.
Everything on him was small. His toes, his fingers… From his tiny belly button to his pert little nipples, Apple was male perfection made bite-sized.
Once again, I was filled with the desire to consume him whole. I would have to keep an eye on that.
However, putting him in my mouth was definitely something that needed to happen right now. So I flipped our positions and had him straddle my face.
Apple wiggled and slapped at my hands, but I didn’t let him go until he said, “No sir, we’re doing this 69-style. Otherwise, you’re the only one who gets to play with a dick, and that’s not fair.” He climbed off me and tapped his lower lip thoughtfully. “You’re way bigger than me, so this won’t have a chance of working unless we’re laying on our sides, I think.”
Oh, right.
That was when I remembered that Apple seemed to be as obsessed with me as I was with him. He was looking at me with those beautiful, hungry eyes of his. I’d give him anything if he would always look at me that way.
ChapterEleven
APPLE
It was in my face, taunting me, but there was very little I could do about it.
I stretched like I was gunning for cookies on the high shelf, and I was just able to get the tip of his glorious cock in my mouth. But if I reached any further, mine would pop out of his mouth, causing both of us to make noises of complaint.
It was beautiful torture for us both.
I could really go for some of that impossible luck of mine right now. What would have happened if it wasn’t tempered by Adam’s bad luck? Would his already impressive dick grow even more? Would it stay that way after? What would my asshole have to say about that? Likely, my luck would magically make my tunnel of love into something so stretchy NASA would come calling to see if they could utilize it.
Then my asshole would make me another billion.
I’d give it all to Adam.
But not if he didn’t stop holding me back with those massive paws he had clamped on my hips. He had me pinned in place and was sucking my dick like a lollipop. But I wanted my own lollipop, goddammit.
“Fucking hell,” I cried out when Adam did something with his tongue that made me see God. I’m ashamed to admit that I forgot all about the masterpiece my husband was packing for a while after that.
