Page 65 of Eternal Hoptimist

I’d been practicing wearing a plug around my house to build my tolerance to the sensation of keeping something in my ass without any thrusting. It was different from anal sex, but I enjoyed it. I hadn’t told Ethan about it because I wanted to surprise him. Every type of sex we’d had was incredible, mind-blowing, toe-curling, but I was ready for more. I wanted Ethan’s cock in me, and I was determined to get it tonight.

After unzipping the pouch, I removed a packet of lube and smeared it on the small butt plug I’d smuggled in the case. I hadn’t wanted to risk wearing it all through dinner in case it was too much, and the thought of attempting several hours of small talk with my coworkers while wearing a plug didn’t sit right with me. But sneaking one in shortly before heading home as a fun surprise for Ethan with everything he’d done for me? Mm.

While I pushed it in, I imagined Ethan’s hungry expression as he pulled it out of me later. With the emerald-green plug firmly seated, I washed my hands and then pulled my phone out of my pocket. It took some maneuvering, but I managed a decent enough photo that subtly showed the emerald jewel between my cheeks.

I quickly re-dressed and put the empty lube packet in the now flat zippered pouch and slid that into my pocket. I tapped a quick message to Ethan with the photo and hit send as I joined him where he stood, thanking Glen for having his beer at the party.

Parker:I’m ready to go home. Care to come with me?

I sat and kissed Ethan on the cheek. “Sorry. Got a phone call I needed to take. Thanks for dinner, Glen.” We chatted for a few minutes, and I knew Ethan wouldn’t check his phone while we talked to my boss.

After wishing him a lovely evening, I steered Ethan toward another equity partner I needed to say goodnight to.

He tilted his head. “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” I leaned in and whispered in Ethan’s ear. “Might want to check your phone, but you probably don’t want anyone to see the screen.”

I joined a conversation about housing prices while Ethan checked his phone, and I bit back a laugh when Ethan tried to cover his strangled groan with a cough.

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ETHAN

“You thought you could sneak a plug inside you, taunt me, and I wouldn’t get you back?” I licked the sweat from Parker’s temple as I twisted the plug inside him.

He was flushed from the spanking I gave him. All four of his cheeks were the same color.

I fought to stay focused on teasing him with how incredibly turned-on he made me. The man who had no kink experience when we made our agreement last month snuck in a plug at a work dinner as a way to beg me to fuck him?So perfect for me.

He tugged at his restraints, dropped his head back against his pillow, and squeezed his eyes closed. When I tapped the plug against his prostate, they shot open. “Ungh! Fuck!”

The straps he’d surprised me with worked great. They slid between his mattress and box springs with a Velcro loop at each corner. Subtle, effective, and easy to tuck under the mattress and out of sight when necessary.

I was tempted to make him flip over for complete access to his perfect ass, but then I wouldn’t get the pleasure of watching his face as he experienced a prostate massager for the first time before I experienced my cock in his ass for the first time.We should get a mirror for the bedroom. He.He should.

I slipped a finger in alongside the plug. He hissed out his pleasure. I wondered what he would think about me sliding a slim dildo in next to my dick sometime. God, it would be so hot moving a dildo in and out of him opposite my dick.

Parker humped the air as he attempted to angle his hips in my direction. It was time to swap to the massager before he came. I couldn’t get enough of watching him lose himself to this, to us, to what we did together. The trust he showed me every time he let me try something new humbled me.

I bent and licked the bead of precum off the head of his stiff cock jutting proudly from his body, bouncing slightly with each of his ragged breaths. Then I twisted the plug one more time before pulling it out to the sound of his groan.

“You’d better be putting something back in there.”

I licked my lips and stared at his eyes, his pupils blown wide. “I think you’re gonna love what I’m putting in there.”

“Finally. I swear you’ve been torturing me for weeks.”

I slid two fingers into his hole. “Aww, is poor baby complaining about all the blowjobs, hand jobs, rimming, finge—”

I ripped a groan out of his throat when I tagged his prostate. “No! Not complaining. Don’t stop.”

After fingering him for a few more moments, I climbed off the bed and swapped the plug for the prostate massager, condom, and lube I’d set out earlier. I suspected things would move quickly, and I wanted everything within reach. I situated myself between his spread-open legs, then reached over to undo the restraints around his ankles. Before I could even grab his legs and hook them over my shoulders, he wrapped them around my waist and tugged me forward. Laughing, I collapsed against his chest, catching myself with a hand on the bed. I lost myself to his needy kisses. Deep, soulful, passionate kisses. He said so much with his body as long as I paid attention.

“Stop distracting me,” I said, attempting sternness.

He kissed the tip of my nose, then dropped his head back. “Do your worst.”

I squeezed the base of my dick to calm down. Witnessing how comfortable Parker had become, how he let me bring him pleasure, was the best thing I’d ever experienced. I worked quickly to get the prostate massager in him as he tugged against his wrist restraints. Muscles bulging and veins popping. It wouldn’t be hard for him to undo the Velcro, but I loved that he didn’t try.

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