Page 54 of Filthy Sweet

I shrug my bag off my shoulder. There are little sparks of electricity beneath my skin, and my cock is still raging hard. “I just got it,” I admit. “For this.”

Fox lets out a satisfied growl. “That’s hot.”

I pull the butt plug out of the bag. It’s small and purple, made of soft silicone, with a nice round flare at the end. “It might take me a minute to put it in,” I tell him, “but I brought lube.”

Fox walks over to me and takes the toy. “Nice,” he says, and the way he feels it, rubbing it with his fingertips, another shudder of pleasure goes through me. “This is going to feel good and snug in that tight hole of yours.”

I shudder again. “Will you help me put it in?”

I’m at work. This is certifiably a bad, bad idea. But I can practically feel Fox inside me right now, and there’s no way I’m turning back.

He takes me by the back of my head and kisses me. He closes his mouth over mine, and we shove our tongues together as our stubble scrapes. It’s greedy and hungry and fast, and when he pulls his lips back, he drags his hand down my chest.

“You’ve been hard so long,” he teases, then shoves his hand into my pants.

I gasp as he takes my erection, palming me and giving me a hard rub. “Oh fuck,” I moan.

“Just like I thought.” Fox rubs his thumb across my crown, playing with my sticky, wet precum. “This should work.”

He pulls his hand out, then glops my precum on the butt plug. He moves steadily, not wasting time but not rushing either, and I stand there, barely able to breathe. He rubs my cock, milking me, and my balls squeeze tight to my body.

“Maybe a little more,” he growls into my ear, then puts the butt plug to my lips. “Spit.”

I follow his command, spitting saliva onto the wet toy. Fox brings it to his mouth and spits on it himself, and the next thing I know, he has me spun around. “Breathe,” he tells me as he lowers my pants and underwear. “Nice and easy,” he encourages and pushes my cheeks apart.

I fall forward, brace myself on the sink, and groan when the plug presses my entrance. Fox whispers in my ear and strokes my chest, encouraging me and telling me I’m hot, and slowly, my body opens enough for him to push past my rim and fill me.

The flare of the plug stretches my rim, and when it’s through, presses against my spot as I squirm. “Oh fuck.” Warmth radiates through me, growing from the tender bundle of nerves, and my cock leaks.

“Feel good?”

“So good.” I glance at the door, just barely remembering where we are. “We should go,” I gasp and reach for my jeans.

Fox grabs my wrist. “Hey,” he scolds lightly. “What about the other part?”

I’m wobbly and weak as Fox reaches into my bag and pulls out the lacey blue panties. My hole is clenching, squeezing tight on the butt plug. The way it fills me is so different than what I’ve experienced before. It’s this steady, thrumming pressure, and it feels so fucking good I can’t even talk while Fox pulls my underwear off and then slides the soft panties up my legs, dressing me for his pleasure.

“Good,” he grunts and strokes my hard cock through the lace, torturing me. “Fucking hot.”

“How am I supposed to walk through the museum like this?”

He chuckles, pulling the panties up tight to the plug, the lace riding between my cheeks. “Right? So hot.” Fox swoops my boxer briefs off the floor, holds my gaze as he gives them a deep sniff, then tosses them back in the bag. He must see the distress on my face because he hesitates for just a second. “Or, if this is enough fun, you could change back before we walk out of here?” His gaze burns into my cock, straining against the blue fabric. “Either way, I’m satisfied.”

I might even consider chickening out right now, except I’m so fucking turned on, I’d hate myself later. The idea of walking out of here with this secret throbbing at my core, something only Fox and I know about it, it’s enough to make my hole clamp tight on the toy, tugging it in.

I grab my pants and pull them up. “You might be satisfied,” I tell Fox, then kiss him quickly. “But I wouldn’t be.”

We head out toward the museum again, and I try my best to walk normally, although every step fills me with the toy.

Fox lays his hand on the small of my back, the sensation a thousand times stronger than normal. “Doing good,” he says. “Fucking hot knowing how much you’re leaking right now.”

I pull my bag over my crotch as we walk out onto the main floor. “Uh-huh,” I manage weakly.

Fox chuckles as we turn past the nocturnal dioramas, the lights dimming. He throws an arm over my shoulder and steps close enough that I can hear his whisper. “And the way those panties look on your dick and your cute little bubble butt? They can barely contain your sweet body.”

“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fox…”

“Fuck Fox?” he teases as we round the corner toward the entrance, the giant mammoths watching our depravity. “I thought today was about fucking Owen.”

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