Page 56 of Weston & Cyrus
I needed to come.
“Can I…can I watch you work out…work out like this? Naked?” Once the words were out there, the rest seemed to be out of my control. “The room in the back. The big machine. The private one. You’re so. It’s so.”
I was shaking just thinking about it.
“You want to watch my hard cock swinging around as I work out?” When I moaned and nodded, he laughed softly and rubbed my face against his chest again. “Only if I got to dress up your toys so you’d give me something nice to watch while I worked out.”
There was something wicked in his tone, something subtle like his brain was going faster with the idea. I nodded quickly, but as his finger used me as a fidget toy, he seemed to love the idea even more. “A hug, of course, but a plug too or maybe I’ll have you riding a dildo.”
Riding it?
With my hug?
It wasn’t a question, so I stayed quiet, but I couldn’t help shaking as pictures flashed through my brain.
“I could use your sexy mouth to keep me nice and clean.” Master lifted his arm and moved my head so I was kissing his pit.
I couldn’t help squirming and whining. He wasn’t supposed to know how sexy that was, but he chuckled again. “I can see thatblush and feel you milking my finger, little slut. I think I know what you’ve been wanting. Don’t forget. You’ve already told me how much you like my scent.”
Shoot.
He.
It.
God.
“Yes, licks and kisses.” Master rubbed my face under his arm, making pleased sounds as I moaned and flicked my tongue out to taste him. “Yes, that’s my sexy boy.”
Being his sexy boy had him adding a second finger and sending more pleasure through me. But it also made my hug tighter and made me squirm. “Such a dirty boy. Look at you.”
He was watching me.
He knew how dirty I was.
Tighten. Relax.
Tighten. Relax.
“You’d…you’d use me after your workout?” He’d be all pumped and excited and strong. “You’d bend me over?”
Master chuckled again, rubbing my face against his sexy body. “That’s not how you beg. Let me hear it.”
Whimpering got another happy sound from him, but I knew he’d wait me out. He’d keep fucking with me and never fill me up until I’d told him what he wanted to hear.
“Will…will you use your slut when you’ve worked out and you’re sweaty and perfect and so hard and…and will you use me? Fuck me? You…will you put me over the bench?” He waslarger than life after he worked out…excited and filled with something…I had to have it. I had to have him. “Please?”
He’d made me tell him.
He wanted to know.
“Yes, slut.” Master made a pleased sound, pressing my face against his skin and stretching me with his other hand“You’re going to be my reward for a good, hard workout. Your decorated body to start and then your tight little hole at the end.”
Tighten. Relax.
“Yes, just like that.” He made a soft moan as I licked his slightly salty skin and nuzzled against him. “You’re going to be covered in my sweat by the time I’m done. I’ll use your mouth a few times to keep me going. I’ll rub my balls on your face. I bet my little slut’s going to love that.”
He’d.
