Page 173 of Naughty November

“Talk to me, Alec. Are we still green?”

My lips parted to speak, but all I could manage was a low moan.What the hell was that?The burn was fading to the background as an ache built in my core. This wasn’t bad, not even close. The smooth slide, the decadence of the act, the parts of me being stimulated that had never been explored—yeah. I’d be asking for this again.

Gene stilled, and I wanted to yell at him to keep going. “Alec. You haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes,” I choked out. “I mean, green. Definitely green.”

“Then get ready for more.”

I curled my toes again. ‘More’ sounded amazing.

He picked up the pace of fucking my cock.In and out, in and out. He never pushed the rod further down—I’m sure that wasn’t a good idea from a safety standpoint. But sometimes, he’d twirl it inside me, not by much, but when he did, the sensation was like being stretched.

Gene paused, and I held my breath. He wasn’t stopping, was he? Not when I was riding a gradually swelling wave, building to an explosive orgasm like I’d seen the guy at the demo experience.

But he wasn’t done with me yet. Gene quested between my cheeks with slick fingers, reaching my hole, a part of me he’d never touched. I tried to scoot down but could barely move.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want.”

He circled what felt like his thumb over my rim, bringing my nerves to life. While increasing the pressure on my tight hole, he began fucking me with the rod again. The dual sensations were going to drive me mad. Not being able to move, to participate in bringing me closer to the precipice was almost more than I could handle.

Gene’s thumb popped into my ass. After circling it inside me a few times, he removed it before replacing the digit with his finger. I’d been pegged by one of the Dommes before, so the feeling wasn’t entirely new, although it had been a while. But with both my cock and ass being fucked at the same time, I’d never felt so completely used in the most incredible of ways.

“Oh,fuck.”

Gene’s finger skated over my gland, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me. My balls tightened as the wave grew, my climax right on the horizon. But right as I reached the peak, the feeling ebbed. I grittedmy teeth in frustration as I realized the sound was preventing me from ejaculating.

The need to come didn’t pass. Instead, it became a cement wall I couldn’t break through, agonizing, unrelenting pressure.

“Please…” I whispered.

“I know, baby,” Gene whispered back. “Hold on a minute longer.”

A minute? I wouldn’t survive—it wasn’t possible. The pressure increased, the need so excruciating that tears leaked from my eyes.

Gene pulled out the rod right as he pressed on my gland, and my body jerked within the restraints. I yelled curses over and over as I came so hard I was dizzy with it. What was typically a moment of euphoria and a few pulses of cum became an explosion of ecstasy. As ridiculous as I knew it was, it felt as if I might never stop coming.

It wasn’t until I’d collapsed against the sweat-slickened chair, gasping for air as more sweat trailed down my body, that I realized Gene had completely removed his finger and the rod. All that remained was a slight burn in my cock, and an emptiness in my ass. This wasn’t it, was it? I still needed him inside me.

The mask was removed, and I blinked several times. After he'd covered my eyes, I’d been vaguely aware of a bright light being turned on. The exam lamp shining a spotlight on me was shoved to the side and replaced with Gene’s smiling face hovering over me.

“God, you were so beautiful. How do you feel?”

I doubted I could find the right words for what a spectacular experience he’d given me, but I also wanted to reassure him that I was glad we’d done it.

“Bliss. Like I could float away.”

When he captured my lips in a deep kiss, swiping his tongue through my mouth with languid caresses—I knew he understood. Gene understood everything.

FOUR

GENE

After undoing the restraints, I gathered a limp Alec in my arms then carried him to the bed at the far end of the dungeon. I gently laid him down, propping him up slightly against the pile of pillows I’d arranged before he arrived. I also had two bottles of water on a small table next to the bed, so I cracked open the top of one then handed it to him.

“Take a couple of good swallows, baby.”

Already I was reacting to him as if he were mine, like we were a couple enjoying our weekend by pursuing the recreational activities that were unique to us. But that wasn’t the reality—at least not yet.