Toy Boy

by Lily Harlem

  One side of his mouth tilted. “Well, I guess our foreplay has been going on for a year.”

  “Yes, I suppose.” I pursed my lips and blew out a breath. “But still.”

  “I want to make you come again,” he said with a determined glint in his eyes. “That was just the warm up.”

  I relaxed my legs and released my leg lock on his hand. He slipped his fingers from me and traced them over my belly to my breasts, leaving a damp trail.

  The scent of my arousal filtered up to my nose. “I suppose we have got some lost time to make up,” I said, fingering the waistband of his boxers.

  “We have.” His face fell serious. “I’ll be gentle.”

  “I know you will.” I smiled.

  “We talked about some damn filthy fantasies, but if that’s all they were, I’m cool with that. I just want you.”

  “I think now that we’re together, fantasy is blurring and reality is taking over.”

  “You’re right.” He reached down and shoved at his boxers. “It was fun, though.”

  “So is this.”

  “I’ll second that.” He kicked away his underwear and slid over me. The tendons in his neck were taut, and the roped muscles in the balls of his shoulders, defined.

  I spread my legs wide, and he settled between them, taking most of his weight on his elbows, but some of it rested on me—a hard and sexy weight that added to my arousal. He had the ability to make me feel so small and delicate, yet also brave and confident. I’d always be grateful to him for that.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Do you even need to ask?” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my calves around his thighs and pulled him nearer. I’d just orgasmed, but I was greedy for more. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him.

  “Yes, of course I have to ask,” he said. “You’re my priority, you know that.”

  “I’m fine, now go ahead and do what you’ve been promising to do for months.” I lifted my head and spoke onto his lips. “Fuck me.”

  He growled as he claimed my mouth.

  His erection nudged my entrance.

  For a moment, I tensed again, the width of his glans felt impossible for me to accommodate. He was so big, much bigger than me. Then he nudged forward, his thickness prying me open. He went on a determined, steady glide, easing apart my clinging insides until he reached full depth. Our pubic hair meshed, and his solid body rubbed up against my taut, tender clit.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he moaned. “You feel amazing hugging my dick like that… You have no idea.”

  “I think I do.” I clutched at his body. “Damn, you’re big.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He eased out then stroked back in.

  He kissed me softly and made love to me with a steady, controlled rhythm. I could feel him so acutely inside me. His girth, the domed shaped of his head, the way he smoothed over my G-spot.

  Another orgasm was simmering, not as needy as last time but fabulously deep and satisfying.

  We’d already had the condom discussion—all bases were covered—and now I was thrilling at the thought of him coming inside me, releasing his pleasure and letting go.

  Our kiss broke.

  He stared down at me, concentrating, it seemed, on the tender movements of his hips.

  “I’m close,” he gasped, his muscles turning rigid beneath my hands.

  “Yes, me…too.”

  He threw back his head and groaned.

  Sweat prickled over my skin. My clit seemed to contract as he increased the pace of his lunges and his body swiped over it, on and on.

  “Oh…oh…” I cried, digging my nails into his back. “Yes. Come.”

  My impending climax tightened my abdominal muscles, and I fastened my legs around him.

  He gave several deep, thrusting plunges.

  Our bodies writhed. Control had gone. He kissed my cheek then nipped the skin on my neck.

  I dragged my nails over his back and clasped him closer with my legs. My pussy clamped around the length of his cock. Ecstasy overtook me.

  Roll upon roll of spasming bliss joined me to him.

  “That’s it, fuck, that’s it,” he gasped. “I’m going to…”

  “Yes…yes…” I stabbed my fingers into his hair, turned his face to mine and kissed him…hard.

  He scooped his arms beneath my shoulders, captured me against his chest and rolled so that I was on top of him.

  Cool air hit my buttocks and wended over my hot back.

  I sat upright, my palms pressed on his pecs, and ground my clit against him.

  He groaned and arched his back. He grabbed for my breasts, and I pressed my hands over his and stared, through my climatic haze, at his face as he let his release claim him.

  He gritted his teeth, tipped his head on the pillow, and his eyes scrunched up. He came.

  My orgasmic tremors were going on for what felt like forever, the intensity not waning. I gyrated my hips, extending our pleasure and enjoying the new depths this position had shunted his cock.

  “Fuck yeah…” He sat upright and grabbed me to him, his hips jerking his cock harder into me.

  I groaned and allowed his mouth to ravage mine. I felt so possessed, so claimed by him. He was so deep, so much a part of me. I felt a part of him, too.

  “Damn, you’ve nearly finished me off,” he gasped, his hands on my cheeks. “That was so intense.”

  I gulped in air that was laced with the scent of his skin, our sweat, our sex.

  “Yes,” I managed. “And wow, that second time.”

  “Made you feel good, eh?” He grinned and slid one hand from my face down the length of my spine to my arse.

  “Spectacular.”

  He was breathing fast. “So have I proven…I’m man enough for you?” He grinned cheekily.

  “You know you have.”

  “Can’t blame a guy for checking when yesterday you accused me of being a boy.”

  “Well, I can safely say”—I clenched my internal muscles around his cock—“that there is nothing boyish about you.”

  He gasped and his eyes widened. “Minx.”

  Suddenly, I was on my back again with a big, hot man over me. He’d managed to stay buried deep, and his cock appeared to have no intention of softening. “You know I’m going to make love to you again tonight, don’t you? Probably about ten times over.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, just give me five minutes or so to recover.” He kissed me softly, gently, as though exploring every millimeter of my mouth.

  I surrendered myself to him. Time and space receded into another dimension that had nothing to do with us and the here and now.

  I allowed happiness to wash through me. Months of waiting had finally culminated in my soul joining with Sullivan’s, and it was heavenly.

  Chapter Eleven

  I woke the next morning locked in Sullivan’s arms. Despite his promise, we hadn’t made love again. I suspected it was my fault as I’d fallen asleep with him still inside me. Two orgasms, it seemed, was my limit.

  Maybe I’d have to work on my stamina to keep up with him.

  I slipped from his embrace. He was snoring a little, his head deep in the super-squishy pillow and his hair sticking up in a hundred different directions. He looked so peaceful, so content.

  I stood and went to the French doors. We’d left them open, enjoying the coolness on our tacky skin.

  The dawn had broken, and the sky was awash with streaks of amber and gold. Its beauty caught my breath. So many sunrises had been colorless for me the last five years, the wonder of the new rays of morning light just not registering in my sad brain. But today, I saw them all in fabulous Technicolor. Shards of cerise and lilac, indigo and yellow, purple and orange.

  “Come back to bed.”

  I turned.

  Sullivan was awake. He smiled sleepily and held out his hand.

  “Yes, I will. Hang on a sec.”

  I walked, naked,
to the bathroom. I had a quick wash to freshen up. I was a little tender between my legs, but I liked that. It reminded me of making love with Sullivan.

  I dragged a brush through my hair, quickly scrubbed my teeth, then strolled back into the room.

  He was on his back, hands locked behind his crown, eyes closed. I stared for a minute at his underarm hair—pale brown, it was fluffy and fanned outward. He’d slept in his bracelets and necklace, and it occurred to me how much a part of him they were.

  He opened his eyes. “Good, I’m glad you didn’t find any clothes in there.”

  A flurry of self-consciousness went over me. Here I was, naked, in front of a man who’d dated sexy young things, models…who could be a model himself. What on earth must he think? I’d never had any body image issues, but still, my confidence wasn’t off-the-scale. I was only human. I crossed my arm over my chest.

  He blew out a long, low breath. “Damn, that’s a sight to wake a guy up.” He reached under the sheet and appeared to adjust himself. “Come here, baby.”

  I slid back under the cool covers.

  Instantly, his arms were around me, under me. His hands were on my body, stroking my back, cupping my arse.

  “Did you sleep okay?” I asked against his lips.

  “Mmm, kind of.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He ducked to kiss the hollow of my throat. “I kept waking up, worrying.”

  “Worried? Why?”

  “I had a dream that you’d gone. That I woke up and I was alone. That you’d changed your mind, gotten up and headed home without saying goodbye.”

  “I wouldn’t do that.” I stroked his hair.

  “In the dead of the night, my brain sometimes goes to dark places. Worst case scenarios play out. For me, losing you—you not being here in the morning—it was a demon that came out to play. I woke every hour or so, just to check you were here and to hold you close.”

  I looked at his handsome face, his sexy eyes and gorgeous mouth that was made for kissing. “How did you get so insecure?”

  He paused for a moment. “I’m not.” He slid his hand up my back to my nape. “I’m just not good at losing something that’s worth having, or something I’ve fought for.” He kissed me—a soft gentle kiss. “And you’re both.”

  “I don’t think you had to fight too hard.”

  “That’s what you think.” He grinned suddenly and rolled us over so I was under him. “Reach behind your head.”

  “What?”

  “Do it.”

  I did as he’d instructed.

  “Feel those slats in the bed frame?”

  I stretched my fingers and found the inch-wide, wooden slats that made up the headboard. “Yes.” The position made my underarms feel exposed and my breasts jutted into his chest.

  “Hold on to them and don’t let go.” A sinful grin curled his lips. “You’re going to need to.”

  Desire shot through my pelvis, and a coil of excitement wound in my belly. I gripped the headboard tighter.

  He kissed down my neck.

  I lifted my chin, giving him access to a sensitive spot below my ear. I groaned a little as he delicately kissed and licked it.

  “That’s it, I found another one,” he murmured.

  “Mmm…” I closed my eyes and became lost in him.

  I adored the feeling of his body covering mine. The sensation of flesh on flesh, the bed-warm heat we shared, his hair tickling my breasts as he kissed lower still.

  He was between my legs. I parted them as he swept his tongue over my navel.

  The sheet flapped and slipped to the floor, exposing my legs.

  Still, I kept my eyes shut. I’d given myself over to the sensation of Sullivan adoring me.

  His lips dragged over my pubic hair and onto the top juncture of my pussy.

  I curled my toes and squeezed the wooden slats. Anticipation burned like fire in my veins.

  He stroked my inner thighs, and his breath hit down on me.

  Oral sex was something I’d always loved, but Thomas hadn’t been into it. Damn, it had been so long since I’d been pleasured this way.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so pretty,” he murmured. “You better get used to me kissing you here a lot.”

  I juddered out a breath. That was just what I wanted.

  He eased two fingers into my entrance.

  I groaned—the muscles there a little sensitive but still eager for stimulation.

  Once buried deep, he swirled his tongue around my distended clit.

  “Oh…oh…” I managed, bowing my spine and drawing up my knees. His tongue was thick and strong, slick and silky, and the touch was like flicking that orgasm switch again.

  He hooked his fingers forward, sought out my G-spot and massaged it, just like he had the night before.

  Damn, he knew his way around the female form.

  I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and twisted my head so my face pressed against my upstretched arm.

  A puff of morning breeze from outside swept over me. My thighs trembled. The soft sounds of my moisture around his fingers and our breaths filled my ears, competing with the thud of my pulse.

  He was building me up slowly, steadily teasing my clit with his tongue, the pressure growing. Combined with his clever finger movements, I was on a one-way trip to bliss.

  I pressed my heels into the bed and tilted my hips.

  He took the hint and applied more pressure, increasing the speed.

  “That’s it,” I gasped, swiveling my head in the other direction and squashing my nose against my inner arm. “Please don’t stop.”

  He didn’t answer, but he also didn’t stop.

  I clenched around his fingers. The heaviness in my clit was reaching a point where it had to tip, spill over.

  “Sullivan, oh God…”

  I opened my eyes and stared down at him. His head was bobbing between my legs, and his shock of blond hair fell messily around his face. His eyes were closed, his nose butting into my pubic hair.

  The sight of him sparked my climax.

  I held my breath, suspended in ecstasy—ecstasy that shattered and spread around my body. I shook, gasped, bucked for more, then pulled away, not knowing what I wanted.

  Sullivan was in control.

  He kept stimulating me, driving me through the bliss. He didn’t ease up, just pushed me on.

  I was clinging to the bed, trying to stay grounded as pleasure ransacked my body.

  “Sullivan,” I gasped.

  He stopped and looked at me.

  His eyes were wild with desire, his mouth slick with my juices.

  “That…was…” I said on a pant. “Intense.”

  He grinned and slid up my body, his flesh hot against mine.

  I was trying desperately to catch my breath. “Have you any idea…how long it’s been…since?”

  He twitched his eyebrows. “I’m guessing too long. But that’s fine.” He eased his fingers from me.

  I trembled as a final orgasmic shudder took control of my pussy.

  “Because,” he said, kissing my right nipple, “I’ve just found a new favorite thing to do to you.” He straightened his arms and locked his elbows, glanced at my hands. “See, I told you to hang on.”

  “I’m glad I did.” I released the headboard. My fingers were stiff. I wrapped them around his biceps. “Phew, I feel hot and sweaty now.”

  “So maybe we should shower?”

  I became aware of his erection tapping against my thigh. “But what about…?”

  “I’m happy if you’re happy.”

  “Sullivan?”

  He laughed. “Damn, woman, you’ve turned me into a walking hard-on. Get used to it. I thought my dick was going to drain all my blood on more than one occasion yesterday, seeing you all scantily clad on Dolly Bird. And then that see-through underwear and you rubbing cream into my back and making it like some kind of foreplay. I’m a mere mortal, you know.”

  “Walking hard-on.” I laughed.<
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  “Yeah, your fault for being so gorgeous and sexy and sweet.”

  “Sweet?”

  “Yes, sweet.”

  It wasn’t an adjective I’d ever considered for myself.

  “You’re pretty and delicate. You have such gentle eyes and a ready smile. Everything about you is soft—your hair, your skin, the way you smell…your heart. And all that is sweet.”

  I rubbed my hand up his arm, over his shoulder, then down to his pecs. I cupped the muscle there, covering his nipple with my palm. “If you want me to be sweet, then I guess I can do sweet.”

  “You don’t even have to try.” He sat back then climbed off the bed.

  It was the first time I’d seen his cock. It stood thick and proud, jutting from a mass of light brown pubic hair. The flesh around his hips and buttocks was paler than the rest of him, but his cock was darker, richer, and the head a shiny flare of plum-colored flesh.

  He held out his hand to me.

  I dragged my attention from his cock to his face, feeling a little embarrassed for staring.

  He smiled a little, then led me to the bathroom.

  It was a nice bathroom, with a tub on chrome legs, a toilet and a bidet and a shower cubicle that was plenty big enough for two, maybe three, people. The tiles were white, but there were hints of aqua-blue around—towels, a picture of the sea, the bath mat.

  Sullivan cranked on the shower then released my hand.

  He brushed his teeth while I shook out the towel I’d used the evening before. Quickly, steam began to swirl around, basting my body in renewed dampness.

  I forgot to feel shy about my nakedness and stepped under the tumble of water. It was too hot, so I set it cooler. I held my face up to the stream and shut my eyes. The water sluicing down my body was refreshing and tingly. It soaked through my hair, penetrating to my scalp.

  I startled slightly when Sullivan slipped his hands around my waist and slotted in behind me.

  “Got room for me?” he asked.

  “Of course.” I spun within his arms.

  He kissed me—a wet, hot kiss—and pulled me near. His cock nudged my belly, his thighs pressed against mine and our toes touched.

  I pressed closer. I couldn’t get close enough.

  He groaned, tangled his hands in my hair and deepened the kiss.