by Taylor Rylan
“Hey, girl. Did Rick let you out?” I asked with a moan as I bent down to pick her up. The struggle was real, and I now knew, don’t ever wear a butt plug while at the clinic. It’s distracting, and working with a hard-on all afternoon wasn’t wise. I tried to forget my self-inflicted state by giving Oreo hugs, and she was frantically kissing my nose when Rick walked up to the office door.
“You don’t mind, do you? I want to clean the daycare area.”
“Nope, I’ll never mind where she’s concerned. I’ll be finished here in a few, and then I’ll help.”
“Appreciate it.” Rick walked off, and I set Oreo back on the floor. She ran over to her bed in the corner and jumped on it and started attacking the tiny rope bone she had there. I chuckled and went over to the desk to finish up the charts. There ended up being two when I thought there was one, but it only took a few minutes, and then I walked them to Ezra, who made grabby hands for them.
“Wait. Only two?”
“Yeah, I’ve kept up with the charts this afternoon, but there haven’t been many.” Ezra nodded and immediately opened one before he updated it into the newer electronic system. I couldn’t wait until we were completely over to the new system. It would be instant and make life so much easier. But we could only get so many files transferred over at a time and we made sure to input them as clients came in. Ezra worked on adding charts to the system as he could, but it was still slow going.
I walked to the back, stopping to peek at Oreo, who I found lying on her back with all four feet in the air, on her bed in the office. I shook my head at her and then went to the daycare area to help Rick. We had to get it cleaned and sanitized before we could leave. I’d never ask my employees to do anything I wouldn’t, so I hopped over the gate and got busy.
“Dr. G. Can I ask you something?”
“I’m seeing a trend. But you sure can. What’s up?”
“Do you know what’s wrong with Ezra?”
I thought about what Ezra had told me, and he didn’t say not to mention it, so I shared what I knew.
“He mentioned guy trouble, but that’s all I know, sorry. He seems well enough, just a little upset and quiet. I’ve certainly seen him worse.”
Rick nodded and went back to wiping down the dog toys. I swept up the daycare room, and by the time I got to one end, Rick had already started on the other with the mop. The room quickly smelled of bleach, but it was a requirement and it worked.
Just as planned, fifteen minutes after we’d decided to leave, I was locking the front door and setting the alarm before I took Oreo from Ezra’s arms and we walked through the clinic out the back door. Rick walked Ezra to his car while I locked the back door and set the alarm, and when I turned, they were still standing there, talking.
“Everything okay?”
“Yep. See you Monday, Dr. G!” Ezra said as he waved and got into his car. Rick closed the door and quickly got into his SUV and started it. I climbed into my truck, for once having remembered to start the thing remotely a few minutes ago, and it was blessedly warm. It took a little maneuvering, but I finally found a somewhat comfortable position with the plug in my ass.
“Ahh. That’s nice. You ready to go home to Daddy, girl?” I asked Oreo. She tried to climb back into my lap, so I reached over and clipped her into the seat belt. She huffed and lay down on the seat, as if she were pouting. I shook my head at her antics.
It took no time to get to Bishop’s place, and I parked on the street in front of his townhouse. I retrieved my bag from the back before I unclipped and picked up Oreo. After punching in the code on the garage door, I entered Bishop’s domain for the first time without him. I closed the cold out and put Oreo down just inside the door. My bag I dropped at the bottom of the stairs, and I went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
I texted Bishop as I watched Oreo squat in the backyard.
Me: We’re here.
Me: Did you know you need a bigger yard?
Deputy Hunk: I know. I’ll look for a better place later though. That one is cheap.
Me: Everything okay?
Deputy Hunk: Yep. I’m grabbing the stuff for dinner and then I’ll be home.
Me: Okay, be careful. Traffic is heavy.
Deputy Hunk: Will do. See you in a bit.
I opened the door and let Oreo in out of the cold. “What do you think? Should I start a fire?” I asked her, knowing she wouldn’t respond. She couldn’t. At least, not in a way I’d understand. I went to the fireplace, and got the fire going. Once the screen was back in place, I sat down on the couch and waited. Oreo joined me, and together we snuggled on the couch.
“Hey, Doc. You okay?” Bishop whispered. I looked around and sat up, realizing I’d dozed off.
“Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping well lately.”
“No?” Bishop said with a smile on his face.
“No. Did you get your SUV in the garage?” I asked, looking toward the front of the house.
“Yep. And I’ve already found your keys and moved your truck into the driveaway.” Bishop sat down on the ottoman and looked at me. When he bit his lower lip, I tried to not groan at the thought of what I’d love to do with those lips. Or have them do to me.
“Thanks. You should have woken me and I would have helped.”
“No biggie. Maybe we should go upstairs and take a nap,” Bishop suggested. I was just about to protest when I got a good look at his face. He wasn’t actually suggesting we nap. That had me nodding in agreement, and I got up and followed Bishop up the stairs to his bedroom.
I gently closed the door behind us, and when I turned, Bishop was removing his holster, handcuffs, and badge.
“Doesn’t all of that make your belt heavy?”
“Very, but I’m used to it.” I watched as Bishop placed everything on top of his dresser, and then he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and started unlacing his boots. Once they were off, he pulled off his socks and then stood up.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you remove your clothes,” I told him as I toed off my own boots and walked toward Bishop.
“That’s a good thing, then, because I really want to see you naked. Lots. And preferably with me in a similar state.”
I unbuttoned Bishop’s shirt while he undid mine. As I pushed it off his shoulders, I had already started kissing along his shoulders and pecs, reveling in the feel of his warm and smooth skin that was beneath my lips.
“Xander, I know I’m not a teenager, but it’s been days. I need you.”
“Then take me. I’m yours,” I told him as I dropped to my knees and put myself eye level to the bulge in his briefs. I pulled them down, and when he stepped out of them, I sucked down his cock and enjoyed the moans from above.
Bishop’s fingers found their way into my hair, and I loved the fact that he simply held on and didn’t force anything. That was, until he gave my hair a gentle tug, pulling me off his cock.
“My turn this time,” he said as he reached down and helped me up. I watched as he opened the drawer and pulled out supplies, and then he folded back the blankets and placed the towel on the bed.
“Maybe I should shower,” I suggested as I pointed to the bathroom. But I quickly found myself tossed onto the bed, and then I had a very naked Bishop on top of me, straddling my hips.
“Nope. We’ll shower after. Right now, I’m going to do everything I can to make you feel good.” Bishop leaned down and gently kissed my lips before he left my mouth and moved to my neck. The spot right over my jugular was incredibly ticklish, and that was the exact spot he zeroed in on, which had me squirming in no time.
His lips trailed down my chest, and when he rubbed his face in my chest hair, I thrust my fingers into his hair. He had wax in it today because it stood out in any direction I put it in. Bishop chuckled just before a pink tongue flicked out at my nipple, sending a zing though my body and straight to my cock. When I squirmed, the plug in my ass pushed even harder on my prostate, and my cock twit
ched in my briefs.
“Bishop, need you,” I somehow managed to groan out.
“In time.”
I pouted. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted his beautiful cock buried in my body. I sighed in relief when his fingers tugged at the waistband of my briefs and tugged them completely off. My own thick cock that had been in a downward position sprung upward and slapped my lower stomach.
Bishop leaned in and after running his nose up my balls, swiped his tongue up my dick. I watched in fascination as he swirled his tongue around the thick head once before he sucked down half of my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I said as I once again grabbed his hair and held on. I’d had very few blowjobs in my life, and I hoped this wasn’t the last. But there were reasons I needed him to stop, so I tugged on his hair after just a few sucks and strokes.
“I’m out of practice, sorry. I promise with time I’ll get used to your girth.”
“That’s not it. I need you to fuck me. Now. Before I blow,” I told him frantically.
Bishop nodded and reached for the condom and lube that he’d put on the nightstand. Once he had the condom rolled down his length, he opened the lube and poured some on his fingers. He stopped short when he pushed my legs open a little more and my hips rolled upward.
“Is that…”
“That’s why I need you to fuck me. Now. It’s been pressing on my prostate since I got back from lunch, and dammit I really need you.”
Bishop’s eyes flew to mine, and he got a devious smile on his face just as he started to tug on the butt plug I’d worn all afternoon. I’d packed a few toys to play with while I was here, and since Bishop had his own set, I figured why not?
“My, my, Doc. There’s a side of you I didn’t realize existed,” Bishop said as the plug finally popped free and he placed it on the towel beside me. He poured more lube in his hand and stroked his sheathed cock several times, groaning while doing so, before he swiped some around my opening. Then he crawled forward, lined up, and thrust forward. I screamed in ecstasy when his cock finally entered my body for the first time.
Bishop — 23
Holy hell, how did I get so lucky? I fell forward and covered Xander’s lips with mine. Our tongues thrusted in sync with my hips. Xander grunted, and then I felt his body clamp down on my cock the same time I felt a warmth between our stomachs. Xander wasn’t kidding when he said he needed me. I’d only thrust into his body a dozen times and he was coming.
I broke from his mouth and moved down to his neck and sucked, hard, marking him as mine. I’d decided I was keeping him and didn’t care who knew. Yeah, it was childish, but when you had a man that put in a butt plug and wore it for hours so you could fuck him without much prep, he was a keeper.
When Xander grabbed my ass and squeezed, I stopped my thrusts and let go of his neck. I smiled when I looked down at him, and he gave me a dazed look.
“Did you just…give me a hickey?”
I made a point to look over at his neck before I nodded. “Yep. Looks good there, too. I’m keeping you. Just so you know.”
I suddenly found myself on my back, with Xander on top of me. He was so beautiful, and I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming up his hairy chest and giving it a gentle tug.
I moaned when Xander leaned back a bit and my cock went just a little deeper. “You know, I’m still waiting for you to use your cuffs on me,” Xander said as he started rolling his hips above me. I pointed, but that was all I could do because Xander reached down and pinched my nipples as he rode my dick.
It felt so damn good, and I knew if he didn’t stop or slow down, I wasn’t going to last. “Xander, slow down,” I said as I reached up and grabbed his hips. He smiled at me before he grabbed my wrists, and then I found my arms pinned to the bed.
“Fuck, you feel amazing. I want to spend all weekend in bed with you,” Xander whispered in my ear. He nibbled on my chin before he moved down to my collarbone. I felt him latch on the same time he ground down on my dick. I grunted because it was my turn to be marked as I filled the condom. My orgasm took me by surprise, but it shouldn’t have. I was with Xander, and everything about him simply felt…right.
“There we go. Now we’re even,” he said as he licked at my collarbone before his lips were once again on mine. I suddenly found my arms free, and I cupped his face as I met him in an almost frantic kiss. When we pulled apart, I stared up at the man that I wasn’t expecting but was so thankful was in my life.
“I know. Trust me, I do,” Xander said in understanding. It was certainly too early for anything, but sometimes you just knew that you’d found someone that you’d spend your life with. I was glad I wasn’t the only one.
“How about that shower now? Then we can spend some time cuddling before I cook you dinner,” I asked as I looked up at him.
“Perfect.” Xander carefully moved up and I reached between us and grabbed the condom before he pulled all the way off. He plopped down beside me, and I rolled away long enough to pull off the condom and tie it in a knot before I rolled back to my back.
“Do you need a few?”
“Maybe? Where did the plug go?” Xander asked as he sat up on his knees. He reached between his legs and picked up the black silicone plug.
“You wanna tell me about that?”
“Well, you see…” Xander smirked at me before he climbed back on top of me. We were both a complete mess, and Xander’s come had cooled and started to dry on my stomach where it had been smeared. “It’s a butt plug. And after last weekend and seeing the toys you have in your drawer, I brought a few of mine and thought that maybe we’d play a little. I mean, you have your own plugs and dildos, so I thought why not?”
My body flushed at the thought of playing with Xander. I wasn’t into much really, but I was willing to be adventurous with Xander. I wanted to explore things with him.
“You put it in. At work. Near Pinky!” I growled as I rolled us to the side, and when I was free from Xander, I got up.
“Yeah, but I was in my own private bathroom. And believe me, Ezra does nothing for me. Never has, never will. You’re not mad, are you?”
“Fuck no. It’s so damn hot, and now my mind is racing about all of the other deliciously sexy things I can do with you.” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, hoping to convey the playfulness I was going for.
“Oh trust me, I have lots of ideas for playtime. Some I hope to get started on this weekend,” Xander said as he climbed up off the bed. He laced his fingers with mine, and we walked into the bathroom where we stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut. We turned the water on and stood at the back, out of the spray, until the water warmed up.
“So…” I cleared my throat, curious but a little shy about what I wanted to ask.
“So. Everything okay? I had fun. Say you’ll do that again?” Xander said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a tight squeeze.
“Yeah, fine. I was curious though. So…umm…do you…play often?”
“Not as often as I’d like. I’m usually too damn tired when I get home and finally get to bed.”
I couldn’t help it—I took a step back from Xander and into the hot spray. I was ready to get the sticky mess off my stomach anyway.
“You’re…a surprise,” I said as I pulled Xander under the water with me. I smiled when he moaned. “Feel good?” I asked as I smiled at him.
“Yeah. Come spring, then again, this fall, just wait. I’ll be so sore you’ll have to pry me out of the tub. Or the hot-springs room.”
“Well, if that means I’m still around come spring, or especially fall, then I’ll take it. But why is it that I’m just now hearing about this hot-springs room?” I asked before leaning back and wetting my hair. I scrubbed it before I swapped places with Xander. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered my hair while he took a turn under the water.
“I’m not sure. It’s great though, and I spend a lot of time soaking in it when I get sore. But seriously, why wouldn’t you be around? You planning on
going somewhere? I thought we were on the same page. Especially…” Xander sighed before he looked away and then back at me. “Look. I want to see where this can go. I think it could be it. You know?”
“Good,” I said as I smiled at Xander, and it was my turn to wrap my arms around his waist. “I think it could be ‘it’ as well,” I said, leaning in for a kiss. Xander danced us around again, and I found myself under the warm spray.
“You should rinse before you get soap in your eyes.”
I nodded and leaned my head back and rinsed my hair. Once the suds felt like they were gone, I swapped places with Xander and it was my turn to clean up. We played musical spots a few more times before we were drying off and heading into the bedroom to get dressed.
“I’m declaring it a sweatpants weekend,” Xander said as he pulled out a pair of dark-gray sweats.
“Oh, that’s fun. Are you going to wear anything under them?”
Xander shook his head, and my mind went straight to the gutter. I pulled out my own sweats, my favorite and oldest pair, and tugged them on my legs and then up.
“What are those?”
“What are what?” I asked, looking around me.
“You can’t go out in those.”
I looked down at the only article of clothing I was wearing and smirked. “You said we weren’t going out. I know they’re snug, but they’re my favorites,” I told him as I adjusted the waist of the sweats. They were snug. Especially in the thighs and package area, which was why I didn’t wear them to the gym anymore.
Xander sighed and pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt over his head before he sat and tugged on socks. I quickly joined him, and after we made sure everything was clean and out of Oreo’s reach, we left the bedroom and went downstairs.
“What did you have planned for supper? Can I help?”
“You don’t have to. I had planned tacos, but we can have just about anything you’d like.”
“Oh, I love tacos,” Xander said once we reached the bottom of the stairs. I was thankful that Xander didn’t seem to be a picky eater, something that could be very handy when trying to decide what to cook for him. I was an okay cook, but I wasn’t great.
