Page 101 of Reluctantly You

“Never had this much sex in my life,” he wheezes as he slumps back, his elbows on the ground, his eyes closing.

“Well, it’s good that I have amazing stamina,” I say as I reach back and grab a towel, wiping him up and then dragging him back in the water. He sits on my lap, protesting only slightly before his back hits my chest as my hand snakes around his waist, toying with his cock and balls.

I love how he melts into me. One of my favorite things about him.

“Grab the drinks and pop them open,” I say, and he does as I ask, handing me one. The bubbly liquid is cool on our tongues and we drink in silence, listening to the water gurgle around us as my hands continue to explore his strong body, always returning to his dick.

Fondling it.

It’s hard again.

I knew it.

I fucking knew it.

He wants this. To be owned.

My own dick responds, settled in between his cheeks, rocking against it slightly.

He’s not pushing me away, almost seems to be arching into it.

He wants me to push inside him, to split him open.

My slutty little bottom.

“You getting too hot?” I ask, and he nods, his cheeks flushed.

“Want to go inside?”

“Yeah, but we really should get back to Little Pants. She gets really hangry.”

“Hm, yes. We can do that. I’m packed and I have some clothes you can wear home. Although, if you’d like to go naked, I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m not going home naked.”

“Shame, but I’ll like you in my clothes.”

“I’ll change as soon as I get home,” he murmurs, trying to push back. But I won’t let him.

I reach down between his legs and cup his cock roughly. His gaze dips to my lips and I pull him closer.

“You’ll wear my clothes until I pull them off you.”

His chest heaves as I pull him in for a rough kiss and then grab my towel and make my way back to the house. His feet hitting the stone beneath our feet is the only indication that he’s following me.

We make it back to his place and Little Pants is not happy at the delay, meowing loudly at Mitchell.

I watch him as he works on getting her fed. God, this guy. We still haven’t talked about what this is between us. Perhaps it’s my job to show him what it would be like to be with me, another man. I’m not sure. All I know is I don’t want to scare him away. While I set my bags in his bedroom, she screams at him until he pops open some wet food and sets it in her dish. I can hear her lapping at it as he scoops out the litter box and dumps it in the trash.

“She’s a bitch,” he murmurs, but I can hear the adoration in his voice.

“Dogs are easy. They so easily love you. You have to earn the love of a cat,” I say, and Mitch’s eyes slam into mine. “It’s so much better when it’s earned.”

He swallows and I take him in—those tight shorts, accentuating his big dick and those thick thighs. The tight shirt I gave him, a size too small.

Like I said, he’s not taking those off until I peel them off his body.

Or perhaps I’ll rip them off.