Page 74 of Over and Above

“Anything in particular you’re in the mood for?” He pulled back to ask, already unbuttoning his shirt.

“You were rather impressive tonight atpitching.” I tugged off my sweatshirt, sending it flying onto the chair in the corner.

“Very punny.” Rolling his eyes, Magnus leaned in for another quick kiss before removing his pants. I took a second to stare at his magnificent, muscled, tattooed form, and he made an impatient noise. “If you’re serious about getting fucked, get those pants off and get on the bed.”

A flutter of doubt chose that second to show up as I slowly doffed my jeans. “I showered before the carnival, but I can go?—”

“You can stay right here.” Growling low, Magnus manhandled me onto the bed until I was flat on my back with him looming over me, braced on his arms. He gave a maniacal grin. “Now I’ve got you.”

Any worries fled on a rush of lust. This was Magnus. He liked sex earthy and more than a little dirty and found everything from sweat to come sexy. With him, I truly could be myself.

“You do have quite the arms.” I stroked his forearms and biceps. “Lube’s in the nightstand.”

He turned to retrieve it but evidently dug a bit farther back than I’d intended because he made a crowing noise.

“And you own a toy.” He left my slim flared-base dildo in the drawer, but he wasn’t done teasing me. “You’ve been holding out on me. Better plan on packing that guy.”

“What about airport security?”

“You think they’ve never seen a plastic dick?” He scoffed. He tossed the lube and one of the washcloths I also had in the drawer next to me.

“Fair.”

“Have you gone hands-free with it?” The heat in his eyes said he wasn’t simply joking around. He seemed genuinely turned on, and his hard and bobbing cock reinforced that impression.

“A couple of times with the dildo and then that one time with you,” I admitted. I was in my forties. I’d owned multiple toys over the years but had never discussed one quite so openly.

“Sounds like a challenge if I wanna keep up with Mr. Slick’s record over there.” Magnus leaned back in for a deep kiss, tongue making a whole lot of filthy promises. When he had me panting and grabbing at his arms again, he stared down at me with clear satisfaction. “Toy or fingers for prep?”

I liked that he was offering a choice, but I also knew exactly what I wanted. “Your fingers. Don’t go slow.”

“Speed demon,” he said fondly. He slicked up the fingers on his right hand, holding up one, two, three slippery digits to earn a laugh from me.

“Come on,” I demanded as he moved between my legs. I helped by pulling my thighs up and back.

As promised, he didn’t fool around with a lot of teasing, going right for the stretch and burn I craved with two thick fingers.

“I’m going to add to your toy collection.” His gruff voice was as seductive as what he was doing to my ass.

“Are you?” I asked breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah.” He used his left hand to give his hard and ready cock a squeeze. “I’m dripping thinking about watching you take something bigger than that dainty little dildo.”

“You’re plenty thick yourself.” I dropped my gaze to his cock, which seemed to have grown simply from our conversation. “Which, feel free to remind me how good it feels. Anytime now.”

“We’ll get there.” Magnus worked me open with more of the knuckle action I loved, then added a third finger as he went deep with pressure against my prostate.

“Please.” I made a keening noise. This full and this good, I might not last until he was in me. “Now.”

Magnus’s cock bobbed even before he nodded. “Bare still good?”

“Can’t wait.” I watched him slick his cock. I meant it. Ever since he’d shared his test results and especially since I’d fucked him, I’d been desperate to feel him in me, to feel his come. And I no longer felt guilty for wanting such things. We both loved the come-play. There was no room for shame in what we shared.

I yanked my legs farther back, trying to take all of him at once as he slowly pressed in.

“Yes.” My head fell back as my body welcomed him home. My rim stretched around his blunt cockhead, making me moan, before he slid the rest of the way in. “God, you feel amazing. I missed this.”

“Me too.” He reached for the washcloth, wiping the lube from his hand before stroking my chest, resting his hand possessively against my neck. “And you can have it whenever you want, baby.”

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