Naughty November

Chapter 7

SEVEN

FLETCHER

I didn’t bother to do more than unzip and pull myself out, too damn eager to follow through even though it would have been heaven to feel all his flushed, silky skin covered in that soft satin against me.

Next time. Because there’s no way I could stand to not have a next time with him after he’d given himself over to me so beautifully.

I pulled the panties down to his thighs, taking a moment to enjoy the erotic sight of them stretched out between his legs just under his plump little ass cheeks, then rolled a condom on, thankful I still carried one even though it had been a while since I’d had any use for it.

But that wasn’t the only luck I’d been blessed with today.

The fact that I was about to sink my cock into Holden Sinclair’s sinfully sweet little hole would have been enough all on its own to have me thanking whatever deity had sent him to me today, but the way he was currently bent over in front of me, offering it up framed by lace and silk?

That was a gift I knew I would treasure forever.

“You really are perfect, baby,” I murmured, stroking my fingers over his slick hole .

He trembled, his breath coming out as rapid, panting little whimpers. “Fletch, please.”

“Begging for my cock already, pretty princess?”

“Yes. Yes, please . I need...” He let out a strangled moan, his whole body shuddering as his hips rocked back, seeking more than my fingers were currently giving him. “I need what you said. I feel too empty like this. Please, please put it in. I can’t... It’s so... I just... I…”

I grinned as his panting desperation faded off into a frustrated whine, my cheeks aching as the smile stretched wide.

I’d always had a soft spot for Holden, and introducing him to his prostate had already been the hottest sexual experience of my life. But seeing the sweet little thing frantic and needy like this? It did things to me that went way beyond my throbbing cock and how desperate it was for a taste of that tight, silky heat I’d just had my fingers buried in.

“Shhhh, baby,” I soothed him when he whined again, pushing his ass back. “You’re being so good for me. No need to beg. I promised to make you come, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. But this is still your first time taking a cock, so we’re going to take it a little slow.”

As responsive as he’d been when I had three fingers inside him, fucking himself back on them with that low, keening cry that had turned my dick to pure steel, I had no doubt he was going to love the real thing even more.

But it was still going to burn a little, and as hard as I wanted to pound into his perfect little hole, there was no way I was going to do that this time.

I didn’t plan on letting anything hurt Holden. Not me. Not my cock. Not now. Not fucking ever, if he gave me the chance.

“Fletch,” he moaned, wiggling underneath me with that slick, shiny little hole of his winking up at me like it was begging, too. “I feel like I’m going to explode. Or combust. I... oh, God. I’ve... I’ve never felt this way before.”

Of course he hadn’t. There was nothing like a prostate orgasm, and as pent-up as he must be after being in that cage?—

But then he twisted his upper body enough to look back over his shoulder at me, and I realized that it was true, but that wasn’t what he’d meant at all .

He’d never felt this way before.

Holden had feelings for me. They were written right across his face.

My heart did a slow roll in my chest.

He wasn’t the only one. I’d never felt this way, either. Sure, I’d told a few past boyfriends that I loved them, and I hadn’t even realized I was lying at the time.

But I did now.

Holden had always mattered to me. I think he’d owned a piece of my heart since the first time my brother had dragged him home and he’d turned those big, honey-colored eyes up at me with a sweet, shy smile that even as a kid, I hadn’t been able to resist.

I just hadn’t realized until this very moment that he didn’t just own a piece. He was the one my heart had been made for.

“You’re a dream come true,” I murmured, pressing the head of my cock against his hole and holding him still as I slowly eased my way in.

He gasped as soon as I breached him, then moaned, his body trembling under me, as my cockhead forced his rim to stretch wider than it had before.

“That’s... That’s bigger,” he whispered, panting as he dropped his head down again, sweet, tight little body trembling.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, sweetheart, a little bit,” I teased him, running my hands over his slim, bouncy little ass cheeks and then sliding them up his sides, under the cream satin that looked so fucking hot next to his flushed skin. “Ready for more?”

He nodded, back arching like a dream. “Please. Don’t... Don’t stop.”

I’d never be able to stop.

Not now.

And if I had my way, not ever.

But right now, he needed me to move, and even more than my own desperate need to come—clawing at my control like a wild beast—what I needed was to give him what he needed.

I held his waist tightly, guiding him back as I pushed my cock deeper, inch by inch, in a series of shallow thrusts that just about broke me.

So. Fucking. Good .

But the frantic, needy sounds of desperation coming from him as his ass slowly opened for me were even better.

“Good, baby?” I gritted out, staring down at the intoxicating sight as I slid in and out of that sweet hole.

Holden shuddered, his hips rocking back to meet me. “ Yes .”

“Do you like being filled with my fat cock? Do you see why a pretty thing like you doesn’t need your dick for pleasure anymore? Not as long as you’ll trust me to give you this instead?”

“Yes,” he panted, his body moving with a grace and natural rhythm that made me feel like a sex god. Like he was made for me. Like the two of us, joined together like this, made one complete whole that was better together than our pieces ever would be apart. “Fletch, yes. Oh, God. Yes . Just... Please. More. Deeper. Please !”

I loved edging a willing man, drawing out his pleasure and denying it until it broke over him like an avalanche. But Holden wasn’t the only one who’d been edged today, and there was no way in hell I could resist when he begged so sweetly.

I slipped my hand under him to palm the cage and stroke his swollen balls, the proof that his pleasure was totally reliant on me almost enough to bring me right to the edge.

“Baby, I want you to come for me,” I groaned, knowing I wasn’t going to last no matter how good my intentions were. Not this first time. “Let my cock get you there. Let yourself go for me. Trust me, princess. Can you do that? Can you give yourself to me completely?”

“Yes,” he moaned, his hips rocking, his body trembling and his heavenly little hole squeezing my cock in a way that had me gritting my teeth, hanging on by a thread even though we’d barely started. “ Yes , I’m yours, Fletch. I... I think I’ve always been yours. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ll come for you. Please, please make me come.”

Fuck, he really was perfect. Telling me everything I wanted to hear from him. Even things I hadn’t realized I wanted to hear.

And when he whimpered and started grinding himself back on me, his perfect little ass squeezing tight around my cock, I lost my last grip on whatever control I had left and took him at his word, tilting his hips to line my thrust up with his prostate and then fucking him.

Hard. Deep. Trusting him to take what I gave him and giving him fucking everything, every single bit of me.

“Oh fuck, princess,” I groaned. “ Holden .”

His body writhed beneath me, the sounds of his soft little moans, breathy whimpers, and my balls slapping against his ass filling the room with an erotic symphony that had us both racing toward the edge.

I could feel his body tightening, could see the tremors starting, and knew he was getting close, too.

“That’s right, baby,” I said, snaking one hand under him to grip his caged cock. Fuck, that was hot. “You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you? Come just from me fucking you. Come because you’re mine now, aren’t you, princess? Because you’re mine, and I want you to. Say it, baby. Say it for me.”

“I’m yours,” he choked out. “Yours, Fletch. Just... please.”

I thought he was begging me to come, but he surprised me.

“Please say you really mean it.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” I said, my chest aching with how good hearing those words from him felt. “Yes, baby.” My balls started to pull up tight. “Fucking yes, I mean it.” I bunched up the shirt on his back in my fist and tugged him upright, plastering him against my chest as I drove into his ass again. “You’re mine now. My princess. My cute little button. My Holden. Mine .”

He cried out, his hips stuttering, then he went boneless, the sweetest, neediest sound leaving his lips as his balls pulsed against my fingers, his ass tightening around my shaft as his cum leaked out from between the cage’s bars, coating my palm with the release I’d promised him.

Promised, and delivered.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, burying my cock deep in his ass and holding it there as my own release ripped through me, leaving me panting and shaking as hard as he was as I buried my face in the sweet crook of his neck and filled the condom .

He melted back against me, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as I kissed his neck. Licked the salty sweat from his skin. Then finally—fuck, why hadn’t I done this sooner?— finally wrapped my hand around his throat, tilted his head back toward me, and took his mouth, tasting the sweet flavor of his utter submission for the first time.

But not the last.

After I cleaned us both up, finally found the right tools to remove his cage, and fell for him all over again when he shyly asked me if I’d get him another and keep the key, I made sure of that. I definitely wasn’t done with Holden Sinclair.

And if I got my way—which I always did—I never would be.