Page 95 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“Was I wrecking your concentration?”

“Not at all. The opposite, actually.” I pulled my briefcase from the closet and reached inside, unzipping a secret compartment.

“If you’re pulling out an engagement ring, then we need to have a conversation because that is way too–”

It wasn’t a ring I held in my hand. It was a black butt plug, something I’d wanted to use in the past but never had the nerve to try with anyone. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to bring a butt plug to my most important debate.

I needed a good luck charm?

Even though Dusty was new to the world of gay sex, he seemed to pick up on its use without trouble. His pupils went wide.

“What are you doing with that?” he asked, his voice raspy with lust. “Is that a leftover prop from an old production ofOklahoma?”

I shook my head no. My tongue was heavy and thick in my mouth. “I want to put this inside you now, and after the debate, I’m going to replace it with my cock. When I look out into the crowd, and I see you squirming in your seat, stretching yourself for me, I’ll know what you’re thinking.”

“Dirty mayor,” he growled and readjusted himself. “Putting the ass in assessments. Looking to put your signature in my legislation.”

“The intermission is ending soon. Enough with the terrible puns. Bend over.”

Dusty undid his pants and bent over the vanity, staring at me through the mirror. I shoved his jeans and his boxers to the floor, savoring the sight of his ass in the air. I thwacked the plug against his cheeks, watching them bounce in response. Were these walls thicker, I’d have given them a hearty slap.

I got on my knees and licked a stripe down his crack, then spread him wide and flicked my tongue over his pink hole. He quaked under my touch, letting out stifled, short groans that he muffled into his arm.

“You taste so good, Dust.”

“Give it to me,” he breathed out.

I had lube in my briefcase, but I couldn’t let this faceful of ass go to waste. I swirled my tongue around his hole and pressed inside the tight ring of muscle, pressure and passion exploding between us.

Someone knocked at the door. “Two minutes, Mr. Mayor.”

“Thank you!” I called back before sucking my index finger and plunging it into his hole.

Dusty arched his back, pushing his ass closer to me. I alternated between finger and tongue. I was tempted to stroke myself, but if I so much as brushed a finger over my dick, I’d be compelled to forgo the plug and fuck him here and now. And I sure as hell wanted more than two minutes to do that.

I darted my tongue in and out, cradling his balls in my hands but careful not to do anything more, lest I cause him to come. No, we’d both have to be adults and wait.

I coated the plug with lube and slid it in place. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to really have my way with his ass later tonight. A moan cracked out of him, but fortunately, the hubbub backstage drowned out the noise.

I kissed up his lower back as I stood up, desperate to rip off his clothes and keep going. But I had a debate to win, and for the moment, my competitiveness beat out my horniness.

Dusty pulled up his pants, his eyes drunk with pleasure.

“Feel okay?”

“Yeah,” he said with a mumbly laugh like he was high.

This was going to be fun.

I patted his ass, which clenched under my hand. “To be continued.”

27

DUSTY

Leo’s butt plug gave new meaning to being on the edge of one’s seat. While he crushed the second half of the debate, I squirmed and shuffled and bit back the raging lust piling inside me. Ari asked me if I had to go to the bathroom. Leo was forceful, on fire, and I kept imagining what he’d do to me afterward.

And those times when he’d shoot me a sly smile from the stage? I nearly blew my load.

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