Page 94 of Weston & Cyrus
“Yes, I bet a real cock feels even better when you’re not worried about your own little toy.” Kissing his neck again, I pretended like I was being sweet and tender to him. “Show me how a tight toy plays? Do you remember?”
Oh yes, he did.
Clenching around me and then relaxing, Weston nodded and started mumbling. It took a few tries for clear words to come out, but eventually he sighed as he took all of me. “I remember. I’m…I’m your good slut.”
“My full slut.” Rocking my hips up, I gave him a short thrust that had the head of my dick rubbing against his prostate if I was guessing what his shiver meant. “Does that feel good?”
His head jerked but I wasn’t sure if that was him trying to answer my question or just because his entire body seemed to clench around me. Either way I was ready to come, so I patted his ass again. “Time for my cowboy to start riding.”
That time it was definitely a nod as he pushed up and then sank down slowly. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe it, but my favorite part was the way he started mumbling to himself. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”
He seemed to be almost hypnotizing himself as he repeated the words over and over, so I kept kissing him and kept my fuckery to myself. It wasn’t hard because he was so fucking cute and the repetitive motion seem to help him sink into subspace the same way a spanking would have.
Since the goal wasn’t to make him come, I slowly ran my hands over him and relaxed into the pleasure he was givingme. The scene was different than anything else we’d done, but I could feel the change in him as he sank into something close to subspace at the very least.
He didn’t completely bliss out, but the mumbles continued as he curled into me, resting his body against mine as he rode me. “Up. Down. Riding. Up. Down. Tighten toy. Relax toy.”
He might’ve been relaxing his tight toy but he was getting me all wound up.
The only problem with that was having to stay still so he could keep the wonderful headspace he’d found.
So not jumping softie but this was just as fabulous.
And just as erotic.
And just as submissive for Weston.
I’d thought he was so tuned out he’d forgotten about my orgasm, but as it got closer and my self-control got lower, he moved faster.
“Faster. Good cowboy. Fast cowboy.”
The mumbles continued even as I grabbed his hips and slammed him down on my cock, finally giving in and letting my orgasm fire through me. He cried out, tensing around me like he’d come too, but as fast as he was riding me, it was hard to tell.
When we’d both finally come down and Weston was so relaxed I wasn’t sure he’d be able to get himself off my lap, he sighed. “Being a cowboy is hard work.”
Yep, he was going to feel both workouts tomorrow.
I was going to have to get creative when it came to a massage, but I wasn’t worried. I’d figure out a way to make it embarrassing for him.
“You were the best cowboy.” And the cutest sub. “You’ll be even cuter when you have your hug on next time.”
His groan was slightly dramatic but he was too worn out for more than basic levels of drama. “At least I know I can have a dry orgasm this way.”
“See?” I managed to sound more energetic than I felt, but I knew the happiness level was on point when he shivered. “We’ll both have fun even when you’re dealing with the consequences of being my little minute man.”
Eventually he’d learn control, but until he did, I was going to have fun with it.
Still the best kink ever.
****
To wake the sleeping beauty or not?
He’d managed to sleep through my alarm and my getting ready for the day, so I felt bad he was still tired.
But also proud I’d worn him out, which might’ve made me a bad Dom, but I couldn’t decide.
I had coffee for him, though, so it probably made me a good boyfriend at the very least.
