Page 63 of Mischief Mayhem
Holy shit.
Chills danced down my spine as realization sank like an anvil in my chest. Hollywood loved me, and maybe . . . maybe I loved him. Blinking against the sudden burn in my eyes, I cleared my throat and remembered all the times he’d shown it, even before we started hooking up. He’d pulled me off more strangers at the bar than anyone else. He’d volunteered to look out for me when even my own brothers hadn’t. He’d been there for me time and time again without fail because that was who he was.
I cupped his jaw and tilted his face up so I could press my lips against his, devouring his mouth like it had been made for me. Perhaps it had, just like I’d been made for him. We were perfect together, and in that perfection, we had found the easiest, simplest joy.
“You don’t have to wear it all the time,” I said, coming back to the present, “and definitely not at the garage or around other people, but when we’re in scene?—”
“I’ll wear it for you, V.” He leaned up to kiss me one more time before scooting back on the bed so we could get the rest of the scene going. I knew what he wanted, and he knew what I wanted, and together, we were going to make fucking magic in this bedroom.
I went to my dresser to retrieve the strap-on and the lube, hooking the belt into place. I’d already attached the silicone dildo to the front, where it hung between my legs, ready to be used.
“Remember your safeword,” I told him. “If you want me to stop?—”
“I’ve been dreaming about this since we decided to do it.” Hollywood bit his bottom lip and grinned.
“Hmm.” I crawled onto the bed, leaning over him to so I could give him another kiss before working my mouth down his torso. I dug my teeth into his chest, biting my way to his stomach, relishing the subsequent groan and arch into the touch. When I got to his cock, I met his rapturous gaze while I dribbled spit onto the tip.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hissing when I grabbed it between my hands and worked him up and down, squeezing the way that made him moan.
“Do you like that, pretty boy?” Pure unfiltered passion sparked through my blood when he groaned and nodded.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Yes, please.”
“I love when you beg.” Continuing to massage his cock with one hand, I lowered the other to his balls, fondling them enough to make him throw his head back. Then, I went farther back, running a finger over his entrance.
He opened his legs and whimpered, and I loved how responsive he was. I wouldn’t lie and say I’d never done this before. It surprised me to learn how many people enjoyed a good pegging, but I would have never guessed Hollywood Hudson would be spread eagle in my bed one day, desperate for my big purple cock.
I grabbed the lube and dribbled some down his shaft before squirting it in my hand, dousing my fingers and rubbing them over the dildo. Then, I went back to Hollywood, swirling my index digit around his hole, making him spread farther for me.
“There we go. Does that feel good?” I watched in amazement as he nodded and met my eyes.
“More,” he said. “Please, more.”
“You ask so sweetly.” I worked a finger inside him, squirting more lube on my hand so I could get the liquid where it needed to be. Most people thought a little spit on a cock would work before shoving it inside a person’s ass, but this skin was sensitive. It needed coaxing and patience and a heavy hand when it came to lubrication.
I paid special attention to his reactions, replacing one finger with two, finding that special soft spot inside that had him moaning and covering his face with his hands. I kept pumping his cock, working both in time with each other, watching as he rocked into the movement.
“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?” I teased, rubbing over it again.
He bucked his hips, begging for attention. Obviously, I’d been born without a penis, but I imagined someone massaging the prostate while milking the tip was like getting my G-spot pounded while someone played with my clit. So I kept at it, spreading my fingers apart so I could prepare him properly.
“Fuck me, V,” he said, breaking out of our scene in his desperate euphoria. I didn’t mind the slip. His lack of concentration due to my ministrations turned me on. I lined the dildo up at his entrance and pushed inside slowly, easing my way in at a glacial pace. Fucking someone in the ass wasn’t the same as a pussy. One needed to pay attention to their lover, to know when they went too far or too fast, to always have an open line of communication.
Of course, Hollywood had been railed by people with an actual dick, so I wasn’t sure how much caution I really needed to use. Still, once I was flush to his pelvis, I paused to let him adjust.
“Fuckkking hell,” he said, digging his palms into his eyes. But I didn’t like that. I nudged his chin with my nose, forcing him to pull his hands away so I could see his expression.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fucking fabulous,” he said, leaning forward to kiss me. “Keep going. Please keep going.”
Smiling, I sat back on my haunches and lifted his legs in the air so I’d have a better angle to hit his erogenous spot with every thrust. Holding his calves, I pulled out only to surge back in again, reveling in how hard his cock jumped at the intrusion. I loved the way the strap rubbed my clit, amplifying the wanton sensations ricocheting up my spine. I wanted more, so much more.
“Grab your cock, Hudson,” I said. “Get yourself off.”
“I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry.” He wrapped his grip around his dick, squeezing the tip so hard it turned a deeper shade of red.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I’m riding your face after this, no matter what.”