Page 4 of Try Me

ZANE

This is a familiar pose.

Maddox, naked, on our bed. I’ve tied his wrists to the straps at the top of the bed, his ankles at the bottom. He’s a beautiful sight. Long, lean, carved and rock-hard. His cock points at me. A beautiful invitation.

I stand at the foot of the bed, taking my sweet time undressing, letting him enjoy my show now. Button by button. Article of clothing by article of clothing.

Soon, I’m down to nothing and I climb between his legs, settling there.

For a few minutes, I play with that gorgeous, hungry cock. Switching between my hand and my lips. Giving him little open mouthed kisses all along his thick shaft. Then quick tugs that end too soon.

That makes him moan.

That makes him grunt and arch.

“Zane, please suck my dick,” he begs.

“Since you asked nicely,” I say, then I drop my head between his legs, and I swallow him. I worship his length for a few delicious minutes until I stop, so I can kneel between his thighs, stroke my throbbing dick and squeeze a drop of liquid arousal.

“You’re so turned on,” he says, admiring my dick.

“Always with you,” I say, then I slide my arousal onto his shaft, slicking him up with my desire.

He moans, his mouth falling open into a filthy O. I play with him more, enjoying every delicious second with his dick.

“Fuck my cock, Zane,” he urges.

“That’s the plan,” I say, and I reach behind me and remove the silver plug I’ve had in for a few hours.

I’m no idiot. I pre-gamed. Played with a dildo while he was at work. Lubed myself up right before he came home, then used a plug to loosen myself up more.

But just so I’m totally ready, I grab the lube I left on the bed, drizzle some on my fingers, then slide one inside, making sure I can take him.

Yup. I’m good to go.

It’s time to climb Mount Everest. I coat my palm in lube and I grab his shaft.

Maddox shudders. “Yes, get me ready to be fucked by you.”

“Going to get you good and ready,” I say, sliding my hand up and down his glorious length till he’s shining and glistening and so ready. He’s shaking with excitement.

Me too. I climb over him, but first I cover him with my body, bringing my lips to his. “Fucking love you,” I whisper.

“Fucking love you too,” he says, trembling against me.

I need more. I need another kiss. So I take a moment and I kiss him tender and gentle. But with so much passion. Letting him know with the way I kiss him that our intimacy is a thing I cherish. That our intimacy is a manifestation of our love.

That the way we connect in the bedroom starts and ends with the love we have for each other.

Then I let go, move lower, and I line up, guiding the head to my hole.

Deep breath.

I lower myself. And wow.

Holy fuck.

He’s an inch in me and I am stretching.

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