Page 45 of The Return
“Are you sure? You seemed angry.”
I leaned in and kissed him, pouring every drop of feeling into it. “I’m so sure,” I told him.
When he leaned over, I let him go, but held on so he wouldn’t fall out of bed. He came back up a moment later, with an ornate wooden box in his hand. When he opened it, my nostrils flared. That scent was so addictive.
“I don’t want to do this if you’re going to get mad.”
“Not mad at all, I swear. Surprised, yes. I always thought of you as very…. I don’t know.”
“Vanilla?” he said with a grin, slicking his fingers with lube. “I watch all kinds of porn—bears, twinks, spanking, BDSM. Hell, I’ve even watched straight porn, but that was mostly because the guy was hot. If you’re into it, sex is amazing, and something to be celebrated. Not saying that people who choose not to have sex are missing out, because I’m sure they’re fulfilled in other ways.”
I couldn’t agree more. Then all thought fled my head as Corey’s fingers slipped into his hole. It was hard to draw a decent breath as he pulled out the plug, then slid three of the slender digits in to the knuckle and moaned decadently.
“Corey.” His name came out strangled. He had porn. My sex education was pretty much limited to watching the animals have sex or, and I hate this memory, my mother giving me a gay sex book when I was seventeen.
“I didn’t need to do this,” he assured me. “The plug has me plenty stretched, but I love the feeling of my fingers in my ass like this.” He reached for the box and pulled out a steel rod, about seven inches long. It wasn’t thick, but it was fascinating. A cord dangled from it, reaching the floor.
“What’s that?” I managed to choke out.
“This baby here is a heating wand. I plug it in, and then I can use it to fuck myself. It warms as I use it, and I… um….”
“You what?” I asked, taking the thing from his hand. It was heavier than I thought it would be.
“I pretend it’s you,” he admitted.
Instinct took over. I placed the blunt end at his opening and pressed gently. It slid in deep on the first try, and Corey moaned with every inch that filled his amazing ass. When I bottomed out with it, I pulled it out a bit, then pushed in some more. I wanted to plug it in, to see how it worked and if it drove him crazy, but my cock was aching, and I knew I couldn’t hold off on burying myself in him for long.
“More,” Corey begged. “Jonas, I need more.”
I thought he meant more of the toy, but then he grabbed my dick and tugged me closer to him. I might not be the brightest bulb, but I knew what he wanted from me.
“One day I want to watch you fuck yourself with that until you come. Not today, though. I need to claim you, Core. Is that going to be okay?”
“Do it!” he demanded.
I pulled the wand out completely, then let it slide to the floor. Scooting forward, I put the head of my cock against his opening. This was it. The moment I’d waited on forever. I pushed gently and gasped when Corey’s hole spread wide and welcomed me inside. I’d never felt such heat.
“Fuck, yes,” Corey croaked as I bottomed out.
He pulled his legs back, opening himself up to me. The sight was amazing—his hard cock jutting up, me buried in him. The book I’d gotten never talked about how incredible this was.
I put my hands on his thighs and pushed him back until his knees were on his chest. I put some of my weight on them, mindful not to crush him, then withdrew about halfway, before pushing in again.
“Harder,” he begged. “I won’t break, I promise.”
It was good he said that, because it was a strain to not pound into him like I’d always wanted. I put both hands on the bed to give myself leverage, then hunched up and drove back inside of him. He shuddered beneath me, but the cry that escaped his lips was anything but pain.
“Jonas, more,” he urged.
I thrust in hard, the sound of flesh smacking together loud enough to be heard over our grunts and groans. It was finally happening. I was inside my goddamned mate, and I never wanted to be apart from him again.
“So good,” Corey murmured. “So fucking good.”
He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders, bracing both of us. When I buried myself inside him again, he practically screamed.
“Core?” I asked, stopping dead.
“Keep going!” he demanded. “Do that again.”
