Page 106 of Roleplay at Randy's
“Tell me you weren’t lying in this bed playing with your ass while I was asleep.”
He notches the dildo at his well stretched hole. “The plan was to play with yours, but I got curious.”
A laugh tickles in the back of my throat. “Then it made you horny so you woke me up to beg me to fuck you?”
It’s mesmerizing to watch the thick, pink silicone sink into his ass, disappearing inch by inch as he squeezes his eyes shut and fists the rumpled comforter beside him. I think itmight be pain, but then a needy whimper slips through his lips, and I realize it’s impatience. He’s being gentle with himself.
Fuck that.
I snap my hips up, watching every last inch of the dildo punch into him. Elias’ eyes go wide, and a sharp cry leaves his throat. His gaze finds mine, chest heaving, and he bends over me with a heavy, commanding look.
“I think the birthday boy just lost the right to come.”
A shiver runs from my head to my toes, only growing stronger when he grips my wrists and pins them to the bed above my head.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, Princess.” His lips ghost the corner of my mouth. “I want to see you squirm.”
With a wicked little flick of his tongue at the seam of my lips, he starts riding me with a reckless abandon, slamming himself on the toy so hard the end inside me jolts to get deeper.
I’m so used to us needing to be quiet that I pinch my lips closed against the wave of pleasured moans and whimpers clawing at my throat, but Elias presses a finger hard to my mouth until I open for him and they come flying out. Then, his hand is back to holding my wrist, and he’s fucking himself down on me like a desperate fucking whore.
He does something with his hips—a twisting motion—that rocks the dildo in my hole right up on that sweet spot I can never quite hit on my own.
“Elias,” I gasp as he does it again and again, hitting and grinding the toy into the same spot until my body starts to shake like a leaf in his hold. “I’m so close. Please. Harder. More.”
I’m babbling, riding the edge of this orgasm with the hintof frustration that penetration isn’t enough. It feels so good, and I can almost,almostwill myself over, but I’m stuck on the cusp and at the mercy of a man chasing his own release.
Elias lifts a hand to wrap it around his cock, pumping in time with the thrusts. His hips falter, and the dildo moving between us becomes an afterthought to the pleasure making him tremble above me.
I can’t take it anymore.
I hook my legs around the back of his and throw my free arm around his shoulder. There’s a moment of surprise before his eyes shut to the pressure of the toy grinding into him.
It’s a clumsy fumble getting us swapped around while making sure I stay firmly lodged in Elias’ greedy ass, but I get him onto his back and drop onto my elbows to immediately start fucking into him as hard as I can.
“That’s how you take a dick,” I pant into his ear as he gasps and writhes, fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as I pound into him. “Good boy. Good fucking boy.”
If I’m not going to come, I’m going to make sure he does enough for the both of us.
Elias likes to call me beautiful, but with his dyed blond hair with little flecks of teal sticking to his glistening cheeks—a mix of sweat and tears—face flushed and lips a deep red from being kissed and bitten, Elias is the breathtaking one.
“You’re mine.” I hover my mouth over his, both of us panting too hard to manage an actual kiss. “My Elias. My troublemaker. Mine.”
His nostrils flare, and his eyes flick up to mine a little shiny and wet. “My Princess. My sweetheart. My Matty.”
“Yours. All yours. Fuck, Elias, come for me. Come on my dick like a good boy.”
That does it. His eyes roll back, his hips rock up, and hiswarm cum splashes between our bodies. I fuck him until his dick runs dry, until he’s pushing at my chest and gasping out my name in rapid pleas.
With a satisfied grin, I sit back on my heels, watching the dildo slip out of him and feeling myself tighten around the end still in me.
But the urge to orgasm is sated, seeing how thoroughly wrecked Elias is, wide eyed and slack jawed, gaze locked on me.
“You really like being my good boy.”
His lips twitch, and he trembles through a chuckle. “So you’re a doll and I’m a dog? We’re a fun pair, aren’t we?”
