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gland.
Reid’s eyes flew open. “Right there.”
“What here?” Walt thrust in again, cock hitting that spot like a bulls-eye.
Reid was going to come, permitted or not. Walt kept pushing in against his gland, the hand around his cock tightening.
“Sir. Sir. Sir.” He groaned, balls so tight.
Walt wasn’t giving him any quarter and he could feel his orgasm barreling down him. He knew Walt wanted him to come, so Walt could punish him tonight. He moaned and shot, body clenching around that heavy prick.
“Fuck yes!” Walt slammed in a few more times before crying out and freezing right there.
Leaning down on the desk, Reid breathed hard.
Walt pulled out, slipping the plug in right away. It was smaller than Walt but heavy. Reid squeezed against it, worked it over and over.
“Fucking eager needy slut.” Walt made it sound like the biggest compliment ever.
He was cleaned up, the cock ring slipping onto his prick, briefs and jeans pulled up over his blistered ass, then he was wrapped up in Walt’s arms.
“Love you,” Walt told him quietly, still hugging him close.
“Love.” His eyes were so heavy. “So tired, sir.”
The plug inside him buzzed, made him jump. “Better?”
“Butthead.”
“Oh, that’s two. I’m saving them for when you’re home tonight. Them and the punishment for coming without permission.”
“After our tests and you feed me first.”
“God, you’re pushy.” Walt’s eyes twinkled at him.
“Just what you deserve.”
“No.” Walt shook his head. “Much better than I deserve.”
“Good thing I love you.”
“Yeah, it is.” Serious, not kidding, Walt held his eyes for a long moment.
Reid leaned in, closed his eyes tight and took a cat nap. His schedule was packed, from now until the end of time. Packed with pleasure.
Epilogue
AW looked out the window of his apartment as he closed down his laptop. It was a fucking gorgeous view, though he only really noticed it when Reid wasn’t around—the man was more than gorgeous view enough for him.
He was done working. Hell, he’d only been kind of half-assing it all day anyway. He’d gotten their tests results back this morning. He and Reid were both clean and were going to ride bareback for the first time ever.
They hadn’t even done this back when they’d been together before. There was a commitment between them now that hadn’t been present earlier.
He knew he was a lucky fucker, Reid offering him that trust again. He swore he wouldn’t mess it up this time.
He was going to lose his bad boy millionaire player rep at the clubs, but that didn’t bother him at all. The only opinion that mattered was Reid’s.
Smiling, he set the remote for high. The minute Reid’s plug came within range it would start buzzing. AW figured that would happen in the elevator about two floors down. Reid was going to think he was a terrible, wonderful bastard.
Worked for him.
About the Author
Sean Michael , who is often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago." A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys. Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
For more information on other books by Sean, visit his official website: SeanMichaelWrites.com
Also by This Author
The Dog Next Door , Resplendence Publishing
Drawing Straws , Resplendence Publishing
Totally
Reid’s eyes flew open. “Right there.”
“What here?” Walt thrust in again, cock hitting that spot like a bulls-eye.
Reid was going to come, permitted or not. Walt kept pushing in against his gland, the hand around his cock tightening.
“Sir. Sir. Sir.” He groaned, balls so tight.
Walt wasn’t giving him any quarter and he could feel his orgasm barreling down him. He knew Walt wanted him to come, so Walt could punish him tonight. He moaned and shot, body clenching around that heavy prick.
“Fuck yes!” Walt slammed in a few more times before crying out and freezing right there.
Leaning down on the desk, Reid breathed hard.
Walt pulled out, slipping the plug in right away. It was smaller than Walt but heavy. Reid squeezed against it, worked it over and over.
“Fucking eager needy slut.” Walt made it sound like the biggest compliment ever.
He was cleaned up, the cock ring slipping onto his prick, briefs and jeans pulled up over his blistered ass, then he was wrapped up in Walt’s arms.
“Love you,” Walt told him quietly, still hugging him close.
“Love.” His eyes were so heavy. “So tired, sir.”
The plug inside him buzzed, made him jump. “Better?”
“Butthead.”
“Oh, that’s two. I’m saving them for when you’re home tonight. Them and the punishment for coming without permission.”
“After our tests and you feed me first.”
“God, you’re pushy.” Walt’s eyes twinkled at him.
“Just what you deserve.”
“No.” Walt shook his head. “Much better than I deserve.”
“Good thing I love you.”
“Yeah, it is.” Serious, not kidding, Walt held his eyes for a long moment.
Reid leaned in, closed his eyes tight and took a cat nap. His schedule was packed, from now until the end of time. Packed with pleasure.
Epilogue
AW looked out the window of his apartment as he closed down his laptop. It was a fucking gorgeous view, though he only really noticed it when Reid wasn’t around—the man was more than gorgeous view enough for him.
He was done working. Hell, he’d only been kind of half-assing it all day anyway. He’d gotten their tests results back this morning. He and Reid were both clean and were going to ride bareback for the first time ever.
They hadn’t even done this back when they’d been together before. There was a commitment between them now that hadn’t been present earlier.
He knew he was a lucky fucker, Reid offering him that trust again. He swore he wouldn’t mess it up this time.
He was going to lose his bad boy millionaire player rep at the clubs, but that didn’t bother him at all. The only opinion that mattered was Reid’s.
Smiling, he set the remote for high. The minute Reid’s plug came within range it would start buzzing. AW figured that would happen in the elevator about two floors down. Reid was going to think he was a terrible, wonderful bastard.
Worked for him.
About the Author
Sean Michael , who is often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago." A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys. Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
For more information on other books by Sean, visit his official website: SeanMichaelWrites.com
Also by This Author
The Dog Next Door , Resplendence Publishing
Drawing Straws , Resplendence Publishing
Totally
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