Size Matters by Sean Michael Read Free Book Online

ropes of spunk pouring from him.
    “Oh, I didn’t say you could. I’m going to have to punish you now.”
    Here was where he would find out if Trey had his safe word just for laughs, or if it was because he was truly interested in exploring his subby side.
    “You…you made me.”
    “Maybe. Still, I think your ass will look lovely with my handprints. I think it was made for them.” Just the thought had his erection throbbing inside Trey’s body, reminding him forcibly that he hadn’t come yet.
    It wasn’t only Lucien who was having thoughts. At the sound of the word ‘handprints’, Trey’s ass clenched around him, tight as a fist.
    “How many do you think you deserve for coming without permission?” Lucien thrust in hard. “One?” He thrust in again. “Two?” And again. “Five?”
    “I don’t know. Until you’ve given me what I need?”
    “Oh, good answer.” He thrust faster, harder, hips punching into Trey.
    Trey met his thrusts, bouncing against his thighs. Lucien lost it, pounding in, his orgasm gathering in his balls.
    “Yeah. I feel you. So full.” Trey’s words were punctuated by moans.
    “Trey. Baby. Fuck.” He knew it wouldn’t be long when he couldn’t manage more than single word sentences. “Yes!” Crying out, he came, filling the condom.
    Trey reached down, touched his cock, then the place where Lucien spread him.
    Groaning, he dropped a kiss on Trey’s mouth. “Pretty fucking amazing, isn’t it?” He thought it was fucking beautiful, Trey’s pale ass spread by his thick, dark cock.
    “Uh-huh. I’m spread wide.”
    “Yeah, you are.” Leaning in, he kissed Trey. “I’m going to come out so I can get the plug. I’ll let you feel it up before I put it in you.”
    “Okay. Is it big?” Trey’s erection jerked at his words.
    “It is. Not as big as me, but big enough.”
    And they had ‘The Boyfriend’ dildo to check out, too.
    Grabbing hold of the base of the condom, Lucien slid out and got rid of it. Trey was slowly jacking himself when Lucien turned back to him.
    “You are insatiable.” Lucien wasn’t complaining.
    “I like sex,” Trey told him, unashamed.
    “Me, too.”
    He grabbed the two toy boxes and sat up against the backboard, tugging Trey close. Trey rubbed him, the moves seeming instinctive. Maybe Trey was right about limiting this to a reward for writing—he could get lost in this man, in this and forget everything, from eating to breathing. All he wanted was to play. Explore. Push.
    “Plug first.” Lucien handed Trey the box, wanting to give Trey the whole experience. “It’s that horrible plastic that’s next to impossible to open. I brought scissors, though.”
    “Will you cut it?”
    “Yeah, I’ll get it open and give it back to you so you can see it your way.”
    He reached for the bag he’d brought the items over in, grabbing the scissors out of it. Taking the plug back from Trey, he then hacked open the package and pulled out the plug. He handed it over.
    “Oh.” Trey’s brow furrowed, face the picture of concentration.
    “It flares in the middle to give you some good stretch.”
    “And this is to keep it from falling in.” Trey traced the base.
    “That’s right. It’ll fit flat against your hole.” He reached down, touching the area it would sit. “If you have it in while you’re writing you can wriggle and shift the plug inside you.” He moved his fingers back and forth.
    “Oh… Can I try it?”
    “Oh yeah, that’s the plan. Going to leave it in you so you stay stretched.”
    Trey nodded. “I want to know.”
    “So I’m using one of those wet wipes to clean it. And now I’m lubing it up.” He narrated the action for Trey.
    “How do you want me?” Trey asked.
    And wasn’t that a leading question?
    “How about hands and knees?” That way he could tease Trey with it, fuck that lovely hole before he settled the plug inside him.
    Trey nodded, licking his lips, expression gratifyingly eager.
    Lucien helped Trey