Page 4 of The Trust
He gasps when I work the plug into his hole, slowly seating the flared base and sealing my cum inside him.
Leaning back, I stare at the orange silicone nub winking back at me.
“How am I supposed to leave when I know you’re justwaitingfor me, baby? When I know this hole is gaping for me?” My finger wanders over the smooth surface of the toy, making Jordan twitch.
He gets to his hands and knees, stretching and testing out the feel of it inside him.
We’ve used a few toys already, but this is the biggest one he’s taken.
And he’s planning on keeping it in all day?
He straightens, knee-walking to me and my cock leaks.
“How am I supposed to greet people knowing you’re still inside me?”
I whimper.
“Welcome, customer.” He grips my jaw, his face flushed and thoroughly fucked. “I’m full of my boyfriend’s cum. There’s a plug in my ass, keeping it there. Would you like a monthly subscription to my gym?”
My cock pulses. “You fight dirty, Tyro.”
His lips ghost over mine.
“I learned it from you, Vida.”
Jordan
I’m harder than I’veever fucking been before.
Every move, every twist, every goddamn time I lean against the stool behind me, I feel it. The toy inside me, keeping my stretched open and making me sweat.
Hypersensitivity has set in at this point and even the vibrations of my phone in my pocket sends a shiver bowling down my spine.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter through clenched teeth and grip the counter so hard it creaks.
Thank fuck it’s above my waist.
The phone vibrates again, and it takes everything in me not to groan out loud.
Or bust in my shorts.
Fuck.
Anchoring myself to the front desk of my gym, I suck in a breath. Run the pads of my fingers over the smooth surface. Let the ambient clink of metal-on-metal filter through the rush of blood in my ears.
There’s only two people in today, which I both hate and feel as a blessing after making this choice to test out a fucking plug in my ass.
“Terrible idea,” I grumble and clear my throat, as I fish the phone from my pocket with shaking fingers.
Mac: How’s your ass?
Snorting, I send back an eye roll emoji and set the device down on the wooden surface hiding my slowly deflating boner. It lights back up almost immediately, illuminating the background image behind his text bubble. It’s a new one of Mac that shows off the ink lining his torso and the deep lines he’s been working into his abs. Some kind of mirror shot my boyfriend snuck onto my phone and I nibble the inside of my lip.
Boyfriend.
How did I get so lucky?
“Hey, bro.”
