He’s loosened so much, I’m slipping in and out easily. Almost seamlessly, I replace my fingers with my cock, and in I go.
“Oh my God,” he breathes, half a groan, half a hiss.
I start pumping him from behind. I know what he’s feeling because I’ve been on his end before, but I did not anticipate the amount of insane pleasure that I would be flooded with the instant I entered him. The tightness alone is overwhelming, how his ass squeezes and massages my cock with every pump I give him.
He returns every thrust I give him with a hump of his own. I push into his ass, and he pushes his cock against the wall.
It’s one of my favorite pastimes, having any part of me being engulfed by his ass, after all. Face. Tongues. Hands. I guess it was only a matter of time before my cock got a turn.
I pull him away from the shower wall just enough to grab hold of his slippery dick, then start to stroke it slowly at first, knowing how unfathomably hard and sensitive it is.
“Careful …” he warns. “I could blow at any second.”
“I’m counting on it,” I moan right back, my words disturbing the steam that dances in front of my face, “because I want you to blow your load the second I say.”
“You got it, boss,” answers Ben with half an evil grin, dimples popping out of his chiseled cheek.
We manage a rhythm that rocks us both into a state of ecstasy that neither of us are likely to endure for much longer. The closer I get, the closer he gets—I can tell with how his cock pulses in my hand and the unevenness of his breaths.
“Five …” I whisper. “Four …”
“I love you, Trevor.”
I keep pumping his ass with my cock and stroking him with my slippery, skillful hand. “Three …”
“Oh, God …”
“Two …”
His dick already begins to convulse, my man rushing over the brink of no return. “Trevor …”
“One,” I grunt just as my orgasm ripples through me.
We both empty ourselves at once. He cries out in bliss, his moans vibrating the shower walls as he dumps his load all over my hand and the tile below. I erupt inside him, driven crazy by the tightness of his big muscular ass. It flexes and tightens from his own orgasm against my cock, which makes my coming all the more exciting. Our orgasms must last a solid minute, for as many times as we groan and convulse against one another’s bodies.
Then we’re spent, pressed to the wall of the shower as we breathe deeply and collect ourselves. The water slowly continues to run over our bodies, cleaning us and soothing our minds.
When I pull out, Ben spins around and attacks my face, kissing me so passionately that I even feel the muscles of his jaw work.
He pulls away and stares longingly into my eyes. “I love you, Trevor Woodard. Also, happy early anniversary,” he adds with a devilish smirk.
I grin. “I love you, too, Benjamin Gage.” I give his butt a slap, then add, “But I have one more surprise.”
“Is it a cake?”
I don’t tell him another thing. We clean ourselves off under the hot, powerful spray of water, then slip out to dry. Benjamin continues to eye me suspiciously as we throw on some underwear, and by the time we lie on our bed, he looks like a petulant child who refuses to wait for Christmas morning. It’s almost adorable, his impatience when he’s the one so used to being in charge all the time. I should remember to make him wait more often.
“So?” Ben prompts me, lying across the bed and staring at me as I sit on the foot of it. “What’s this surprise?”
I smile and act cool, but really, my heart is pounding. I’m so fucking nervous. Can I do this?
“What is it??” Ben presses again.
I swallow hard, then lift my hands up and clap twice. The tiny tinkling of Lance’s collar is heard in the distance, and before ten seconds have passed, Lance pads excitedly into the room and sits on the floor in front of the bed, staring up at us expectantly.
“Aww,” sings Ben, coming up to the edge to look down at his loyal knight. “You taught him a new trick! You’re so damned good at that.”
I look over at Ben, all the humor gone from my face as I peer into his beautiful eyes. This is the moment, I coach myself.
Ben meets my eyes, notices my expression has straightened, and then his own follows suit. “What is it, babe?”
I take a breath. “This … is Lancelot’s best trick yet.”
Ben squints at me, confused, then takes another look at his dog. “Oh. His collar. It’s new. It’s …”
And then Benjamin leans forward, reaching out to inspect the charm that dangles from Lancelot’s neck. He freezes when he realizes it isn’t a charm at all.