Exposed King (Boys of Brisley 2)

Ollie: Kinda thinking about letting you tie me up. What do you think? You could strap me naked to the bed and ride my face until I die ... or ride my cock until you do, I'm really not picky. Just as long as it ends with you squirting and one of us struggling to breathe.

To say I clenched was an understatement. I completely forgot about the soda I was refilling and cursed when it overflowed, and his next text message didn’t help.

Ollie: Fuck, now I want to kiss you other places. Are you wet for me, baby?

I absolutely was, and suddenly I was considering playing hookie and telling Ed I wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t though, because all good things came to those who wait, and I wasn’t about to be the only one dying here.

Me: Damn, baby. You got me so wet at work. You want my ass tonight, Papí?

Ollie: God, please don’t be teasing me. Yes, I want your ass. You’re not teasing, are you? Please tell me you’re not teasing.

Me: It’s yours, baby. Just like the rest of me. No teasing.

Ollie: I love you more than Neville.

Me: You better. I love you too, see you in a few hours.

I knew he was excited, and I was excited to give it to him. Anal wasn’t something I let just anyone do, even Anthony was never allowed to touch me there. There was only one person before Ollie that I let fuck me in the ass, and he was my boyfriend most of high school. But I trusted Ollie, and I knew of the love affair he shared with my ass thanks to the way he worshiped it every night we spent together. This would be a big deal for him, and when I thought of the smile on his face, it made me absolutely positive that I was making the right decision.

I was ready.

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Ollie

The thought of sinking inside the nicest ass in California had me so fucking hard I couldn’t see straight. She’d texted me hours ago about it and nothing had changed — I was a panting, dying mess about it, and she wasn’t even here yet.

My extra ass lit candles and changed the sheets in the master bedroom, got towels and water, regular lube and numbing lube and put them all within reach. I found a couple of condoms in case she wanted me to use one and took a shower so I’d be at my best — but none of it distracted me enough.

I was almost concerned enough to call my doctor when she finally knocked on the door, but there was no better remedy to a permanent boner than being with the person who gave it to you. “Mia, my love, it’s about time.” I pulled her in and kissed her messily, then kicked the door shut and grabbed her bag out of her hand and slung it over my shoulder before picking her up. “Fucking dying for you, baby.”

“Yeah?” She grinned, wrapping her arms around me and biting her lip. “Been thinking about my ass, Papí?”

“Can’t you tell?” I carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom, then tossed her on the bed and took in the sight of her. “Been hard since you sent that text. It hurts.”

“Poor baby, come here. Let me help you.” She pulled off her t-shirt to reveal a red lace bra I’d never seen before, then laid back to tug down her shorts, showing me her matching panties.

I let out a sound that I’d have been embarrassed of if I were capable of feeling anything but horny. “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Mia Camilla Perez. Have I asked you to marry me lately?” I trailed desperate kisses up her leg as she squirmed and reached down to guide my head to her pussy.

“You haven’t. Ask me after you lick me through the lace, baby.”

My aching cock twitched as I flicked my tongue out once, twice, then spit on that lace to make it wetter and ate her out just like that.

The Spanish that free fell from her lips was gorgeous, as was the way she moved and ground herself against my tongue. “Touch me there, baby. I got it as ready as I could for you but I need a little more preparation.”

Pulling back at all was hard when I could taste her through the lace — and maybe only the promise of her ass could’ve done it. I sat back on my knees to get the numbing lube and slowly slid her panties down. “Marry me.”

Mia chuckled breathlessly. “Ay, Ollie. My beautiful Ollie. Not yet.”

“I’ll take it.” I slicked my fingers and kept my eyes on her stunning body as I teased her ass and nudged a single finger in. I could tell she’d prepped, but she was right — she wasn’t ready for me yet, despite how ready I was for her. I tried to squeeze the base of my cock to calm myself down as I worked her open slowly, but every whimper and moan that left her had me desperate for it.

“So big yet so gentle,” she murmured.

“Have to be, baby.” I licked from her ankle to her pussy and teased her clit with my nose as I curled my fingers. “I take care of what’s mine.”

“You do, and I’m all yours. I’m ready for you now. Claim my ass, baby.”

I couldn’t bring myself to roll her over so I could watch. It was all I could do just to coat my cock with the right lube and slide into her, especially when my upstairs brain decided to get on board. All at once, I remembered every time I’d stared at that ass, every time I’d slapped it, touched it, squeezed it, kissed all over it until I freaked her out. I kissed her hard as I remembered how it felt to have it pressed up against my cock at night and wrapped around my cock right now, then bottomed out and snapped my hips to feel it bounce.