Page 43 of Naughty November

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Page 43 of Naughty November

His faint smile morphed into a familiar expression of “what am I gonna do with you?” He liked to give me shit for overthinking things, and I…I wanted to give him shit for being able to stay so damn chill.

He came back out into the water and didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of me. I stared into his eyes, wondering what was going on in that brain of his. He was too good at composure.

One of the reasons I never played poker with him.

Rather than saying something, he shifted closer and leaned in to kiss me. Slowly, teasingly, with his hands coming to my hips. He fried my brain too easily. Despite the worries knotting my stomach, I went all in and locked my arms around his neck. He definitely liked that. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue sensually with mine, and slipped his hands down my trunks.

Fuck me.

He kneaded my ass cheeks and?—

“You need to get outta your head, Max.”

—and eased his middle finger over my asshole, causing me to suck in a breath and shudder. He didn’t stop then either. He pushed thedigit inside and rendered me fucking useless. Tiny bursts of pleasure went off within me, and my hunger for him grew tenfold.

“I wasn’t kidding earlier,” he murmured with a scratch in his voice. “You better lube up.”

I bit back a groan and kissed him forcefully.

“I’m gonna take you so fucking hard,” he whispered.

“Jesus fuck…” I pressed myself to him and pushed my tongue against his.

“You’re gonna fight me for all you’re worth.”

I nodded and dipped down to suck on his neck like some teenager. I just needed to taste every inch of him. And mark him. I wanted my marks all over his sexy body.

The instant he withdrew his finger from me, I wanted it back. I wanted us to disappear into that little jungle and just let go of everything. Leave humanity behind and act like savages.

He slowed down the kiss too. Fucker. “This is all you gotta think about today. Nothing else.” He nipped at my jaw. “Just my cock…drilling into you… The bruises I’mma give you?—”

“Fuck,” I exhaled. “I need it.”

“I know you do. So do I.” He nudged up my chin and locked eyes with me, and I swallowed against the sudden dryness in my throat. “Stop overthinking us, darlin’.”

Shit. Could he give me instructions?

“I’ll get right on that,” I muttered.

He chuckled, his voice full of lust. “You got nothin’ to worry about. We’re solid.”

Right. We were solid. Sure.

Well, he sure accomplished one thing. I thought about him the whole goddamn afternoon. I sought him out, stared at him, and itched for the takedown to begin. The Littles who usually loved to brat off with me got bored by my lack of engaging. In past years, Sam and I could make them cry from laughter when we chased them down for tickle fights and spankings, but none of that was on my radar today.

We ate, enjoyed the sun, relaxed in the water, and covered the safety talk for tonight. Rubbers and STI screenings were discussed, same with safewords and limits, but whenever Reid glanced over at me, possibly to gauge my reactions, I subtly shook my head. He knew me. We weren’t fucking using rubbers, and he was well aware of my limits.

He never once brought up that I might fall on the other side of the play tonight. I was included in every topic as the Top, and we played along when the Littles debated on who would catch them first.

We played by the same rules we usually did. Every sub was up for grabs, but if we didn’t have a dynamic or arrangement with said sub, we’d deliver them to their Owner.

“I’mma scratch all’a y’all rightup!” Cas cried out.

We laughed.

Reid had built a fire out of driftwood that we’d gathered around, and it was nice, but it was no mosquito-repelling lantern next to my air-conditioned tent with a mattress that didn’t kill my back.

I’d really grown comfortable the last few years… And not for the first time lately, I felt detached from the things going on around me. Maybe because I’d stopped pretending I was a Daddy Dom. I still thought the boys were cute as fuck when they tried to assert themselves and push buttons, but I couldn’t imagine having a relationship like that every day.




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