Page 126 of Save Me

“You,” kiss, “are,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a,” kiss, “dirty,” kiss, “boy.” The words are mashed around our lips. He says it like it’s the highest praise, and my dick is already hard, pulsing with the need for his hands and mouth all over it.

Suddenly, Maddox gets up, and I feel his loss like a lack of oxygen. I sit straight up.

“What are you doing?”

He comes back with a black zip-up container, and not just any. The one we bought at the sex shop. And for a second, my heart stops beating, and then it explodes in a flutter. He wants to try it!! Holy freak, he wants to try it with me!! I’m all freaking in. I want Maddox to own every hole I have.

“We had a first on that other bed,” Maddox says. “Do you want a first on this one, too?”

I nod vigorously. “Yes, yes, please.”

“Good. Now take your pants off.” He glances at me. “Please.”

But before he’s done talking, I’m already pulling them down. My dick springs out, already hard.

Maddox grabs a thing of lube, squirts it into his hand, then grabs my dick. The cool lube makes me hiss, and Maddox gives a small smirk. I’m about to respond to it when he starts stroking up and down my dick, gliding his thumb along the bottom of my shaft.

Maddox’s touch sends shivers up my body, and I arch my back. As Maddox strokes, he twists his fingers over the head of my dick, then pumps back down, working me just how he wants me. I’m already hard and throbbing, and my breath is coming in pants.

“You tell me the second you want me to stop,” Maddox says, looking up at me with serious eyes. But all I notice is the huge man on his knees giving me pleasure. For a second, it throws me. That’s usually my job; I should be doing that for him.

I glance down at his groin, where I see the imprint of his dick, hard and throbbing in his pants.

“Micah? Answer me. You tell me the second you want me to stop.” His voice is commanding but also calming, and it sends a thrill through me. I’m safe with Maddox.

“I will.”

“It might hurt,” Maddox says, continuing to stroke. “I’ll use the smallest size.”

“Hurt me so good,” I gasp.

That must be the right response because Maddox groans. He pulls out a ridged silver rod and coats it with lube. For a second, I tense. It’s big, and I’ve never had anything up my urethra, but then Maddox looks at me with pupils that are blown so wide they’re almost black, and my dick throbs. He loves this.

“Talk to me, Micah.” The cold tip of the metal touches the hot tip of my dick, and he circles it.

I gasp. “Talk?”

“Tell me what you feel.” He continues to circle round and round while his other hand pumps the bottom of my shaft.

“Good, I feel good.”

“More, Micah.”

I let out a shuddering breath. “I feel your hand on me and the metal on my head. It’s…warming up.”

“Good boy.” The tickling circles slow as he moves the tip to my opening. I suck in a breath.

“Talk,” he demands.

“It’s pressing against me,” I gasp.

“And how does it feel?” His big hand continues to stroke, keeping me hard although I’m not on the edge. But I’m also not hurting either.

“Okay,” I say. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Good boy.” His hand pumps all the way up my dick, rounding the tip as much as it can without moving the rod and sending a shiver through my entire body. I groan, throbbing. As I do, there’s more pressure on the tip of my dick, then a slight bite of pain as the tip of it disappears into me.

For a second, I hold my breath. Maddox continues stroking. “Talk to me.”